The
News
03Apr2006
“Bass players are ten a penny, but a good wit is hard to find”, David Gilmour has said of Grammy Award winning Guy Pratt, and what’s true of bass players is doubly so for Fringe comedy shows. So thank God Pratt’s taken time out from his duties with Bryan Ferry, the world’s smoothest Geordie, to regale us with his life as a sought after musician in My Bass and Other Animals. It’s a tricky balance to strike, sharing anecdotes about David Bowie and Michael Jackson without sounding like a smug tossrope. Luckily for us Pratt doesn’t even get close, coming across as the world’s coolest uncle, his delivery warm and assured, if lacking the final polish of veteran stand-ups. He has every reason to brag, he’s seen some pretty out-of-hand stuff over the past quarter century. As if that wasn’t enough he has an effortless skill with the bass that leaves the audience with no choice but to clap wildly after every mini-performance he treats us to. Sure, comedy aimed squarely at the Q crowd is never going to change the world, but how often do you get to hear a first-hand tales about Madonna’s idea of a wake-up call (“Time is money and the money is mine!”) the hereditary insanity of the Womack soul clan, songwriting with Jimmy Nail (the world’s second smoothest Geordie), or Michael Jackson’s unorthodox approach to auditioning prospective band members? What’s truly refreshing is that Pratt is no music snob, at home with the finest in disco and funk as much as his more “serious” gigs with the likes of Pink Floyd and Roxy Music. He clearly loves his work, his boyish enthusiasm endearing and infectious. Ultimately a fascinating glimpse behind the rock n’roll curtain, rather than a hour of full-on funny, this is undoubtedly an hour well spent for most, if a little incomprehensible to certain age groups. If you don’t know your Duran Duran from your Steely Dan, you might be in a wee bit of a pickle. For everyone else, get yourselves front row tickets to the cosiest stadium show in town.
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