Just a week to go before I hit home shores and make for the Mission for Seafarers as a part of the Going Down Swinging, One Night Wonders.
Feel free to book a seat in advance as they are moving along nicely and I wouldn’t want you to miss out!
As the hype man says, hype it up… and you would be very welcomed by me. I’ll be sharing just shy of an hour of words of, well, words.
Last time booked out in short order, and Derrick Brown blew us away. This time, Eleanor Jackson steps to the pulpit for Melbourne’s best new night of words.
Eleanor dominates loud rooms with quiet assurance. Her poems tell stories that join the personal and universal, finding those moments we all identify with, while treating language with an obvious affection. You could graph the way her audience shifts: falling silent, a slight shiver, a burst of laughter, getting teary, ascending into cheers.
I don’t know. She’s just bloody good, alright? You’ll get it when you hear her.
One Night Wonders is a unique format: an album-length headline set that doubles as a live recording session, with the results mastered and released as an LP. You can be part of this very limited audience in the Mission to Seafarers Chapel on Flinders Street: a cosy embrace of stained glass and timber that puts you at the heart of the show.
There’s a bar for way cheap drinks, and a courtyard and rose garden for breaks. There’s a river for depressed French police inspectors. There’s another powerful voice on the bill, in the emerging Melbourne sensation Abe Nouk. He’s a jet.
Doors at 7, show from 7:30. Headliner from 8:45, when doors are locked.
Seats can be booked ahead of time, or entry at the door is by donation. Don’t miss your chance to see a show that can’t be repeated.
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