Friday, March 9th. The Black Box is my new favorite venue because of their truly eclectic programming. This Friday at 1:15 PM, Jigsaw Theater is putting on a lunchtime double bill. The first showcases the maddening bureaucracy one must suffer in order to renew your driver’s license; the second features a protagonist who’s a funeral gatecrasher. You could spend your lunch hour queuing up for a sandwich at Centra or you could mosey on down to the Black Box, have some fair trade coffee, and enjoy what the website describes as “a comic double bill from the warped mind of American satirist Chris Durang.”
Sunday, March 11th. According to a friend of Chris Murray (see photo above) at Hallion, Electric Eel Shock are “visually fucking amazing.” I don’t really know what Chris’s friend meant by that but if that sound’s intriguing to you, check them out. They’re at Auntie Annies at 9pm.
If that isn’t your cup of tea or if you aren’t down for shelling out six quid for amazing visuals, you could go to the John Hewitt where they have just started a Bluegrass night. I’ve never been to this, nor do I have third-hand information about it but I love bluegrass so this is where I’d spend my Sunday night. You be the judge.
Now, I could write more. I could fill up space about the Metallica Tribute band, playing at the Spring and Airbrake on Friday, but I am sick of writing about tribute bands. If you want to spend ten pounds to watch some people rehash Metallica’s greatest hits, go for it, but I’d much rather write about local bands who are playing their own stuff.
So now, the desperate plea. If you are a local musician or artist or actor and you have an upcoming gig, exhibition, or performance, write to me and let me know about it. If you know of anything cool going on in Belfast, write to me and let me know about it. There is so much more to Belfast than tribute bands and a touring show of Cats and I would love to write about it but I can’t do that if I can’t find it.
Don’t forget to book your tickets now for the Belfast Film Festival and don’t forget to write me (and I know I sound pathetic here, I sound like a kid at summer camp, but that’s all part of a desperate plea) and let me know about all these hidden Northern Irish gems that I know exist.