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I have no shame...
Went to the theatre last night to see the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra and the New Scorpion Band do a Christmas show with a strong bias towards folk songs, etc. Someone had had the bright idea of offering half-price tickets to local morris sides. Three of Anonymous Morris were there and I saw people from several other local sides.
Part of the performance was a mumming play by the New Scorpion Band (St George vs Turkish Knight, St George gets killed twice). Good fun and had at least one idea (doing the sword fight as a dance) that I may steal for next year.
After the play finished, the conductor announced that anyone wishing to see another mumming play could see Purbeck Mummers at their next performance.
You only get one guess as to which audience member promptly shouted out where Poole Mummers were next performing (which the conductor kindly repeated with his mike).
Friday, the Brewhouse, Poole 8pm.
Part of the performance was a mumming play by the New Scorpion Band (St George vs Turkish Knight, St George gets killed twice). Good fun and had at least one idea (doing the sword fight as a dance) that I may steal for next year.
After the play finished, the conductor announced that anyone wishing to see another mumming play could see Purbeck Mummers at their next performance.
You only get one guess as to which audience member promptly shouted out where Poole Mummers were next performing (which the conductor kindly repeated with his mike).
Friday, the Brewhouse, Poole 8pm.
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I used to be a member of a living history society specialising in high-quality medieval displays. Every year the society had a private winter feast, and one year I staged a fifteenth-century mumming play: St George, Turkish knight, Doctor, dragon etc. It was all done with careful attention to period accuracy, but with a very light-hearted touch, and I was delighted to learn that the fellow I had asked to play the dragon was a trained firebreather. Nastily, I kept this from my great friend who was playing St George, who was taking things rather seriously, and we equipped him with a spear with a wooden tip "for safety". So the first he knew of it was during the actual performance, when as he attacked the dragon with his mighty spear held high, the dragon took a swig from a hip flask. Thinks, "Funny time to have a drink." The dragon exhaled a highly creditable jet of fire, deliciously dramatic in the candlelit hall, and the tip of St George's spear burst into flames to the raucous merriment of the general assembly and somewhat to the discomfiture of St George himself - who, however, made a fine recovery and threw himself back into the fray with a smoking weapon and a defiant attitude.
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Love the idea of the fire-breathing dragon. Sadly (because I'm tempted to have flames in my frying pan), our insurance specifically excludes pyrotechnics.
(I doubt your play was actually 15 century. I don't think the scripts go back that far. I believe the earliest record of anything like a mumming play is not much more than 260 years ago. Here's a very early one. http://www.folkplay.info/Texts/74nz26wh.htm Interestingly, the Doctor appears to be black.)
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