“I’ve had a great night… This wasn’t one of them!”

All too often , art critics are dismissed as being malcontents like The Muppets’ Statler and Waldorf, curmudgeonly, jaded old men who find no joy or pleasure in anything. But that’s both unfair and unhelpful. When poring over the music press as a teen, I knew this was what I wanted to do. Some epiphanyContinue reading ““I’ve had a great night… This wasn’t one of them!””

More Arts Cuts

Another year, another series of job cuts to the creative arts sector in Scotland. Despite promising millions of pounds in arts investment in this country, yet again we’ve witnessed more U turns from the Scottish government and Creative Scotland, meaning that struggling artists, companies, writers, directors, dancers and so on won’t be able to getContinue reading “More Arts Cuts”

Festivals Are For Poshos, Part 2.0

I’ve just returned from the Edinburgh Festival, and it was the usual melee of lunacy, irritation and genuine beauty. On an average year, I’d cover thirty shows, but given my recent surgery, I managed a paltry five. The problem is this: despite the Free Fringe, there’s not any way for newcomers to get a chanceContinue reading “Festivals Are For Poshos, Part 2.0”

Fringe Fatigue

The Edinburgh Fringe Festival is a cruel mistress. It’s a special kind of hell if you’re tired or disabled, as I discovered working there the other day. I knew it would be insanely crowded, but take a wrong turn and it’s hard to navigate. Steps, students and tourists who, lost, stop dead in front ofContinue reading “Fringe Fatigue”