Amanda Palmer & Neil Gaiman, Queen's Hall, Edinburgh
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Your support makes all the difference."How can I make my friends into feminists?" ran one of the more odd questions put to Amanda Palmer during a sit-down Q&A in the midst of this show. One answer, if you happen to be an internationally adored cabaret artist, is probably not to coo and gaze adoringly at your bestselling fantasy author husband for two hours in public. Palmer and Gaiman fit together, though, and this European debut for their refreshingly informal joint show was skilfully worked to appeal to both of their overlapping fanbases.
They opened on a cover of Makin' Whoopee, Palmer teasing her way through the audience with a ukulele, Gaiman raising laughs for having no kind of singing voice. Their senses of humour and of tenderly-judged drama are well-matched, with Gaiman contributing songs and stories (a deceptively formal version of Leon Payne's murder blues number Psycho; a lovely excerpt from his next novel The Ocean at the End of the Lane; a lacerating version of Derek & Clive's Jump) and Palmer, glass of wine in hand at the piano, bringing a stylish performer's touch to her own songs alongside versions of Another Suitcase, Another Hall from Evita and Dille Keane's wonderful Look Mummy, No Hands.
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