TRISH TAKES FIVE: By award winning blogger Trish Burgess
If you can’t get tickets to see a production at the famous Snape Maltings Concert Hall near Aldeburgh, just pop into the local phone box for your own personal performance.
I could star in my own version of Phone Booth, pretending to be Colin Farrell, held hostage in a telephone booth by a sniper
A fabulously bonkers idea, ‘concert in a phone box’ features the BBC Symphony Orchestra playing Frank Bridge’s The Sea. Goggles are provided inside the box so you can see the orchestra and auditorium from several angles.
Whilst I think this is an innovative idea to publicise the arts, it does make me nervous. My own memories of phone boxes are of malodorous, claustrophobic hell holes where you had to queue up, on a cold wet night, clutching an emergency 10p piece. I barely had the strength to open the door.
But this phone box is in a lovely part of Suffolk, not the Bigg Market in Newcastle on a Saturday night. I imagine it will be clean, fragrant and lacking salacious business cards.
I wonder if this will catch on. Will the dwindling number of old phone boxes be brought out of retirement, dusted down and transformed into entertainment booths, rather like the ones I used to use in record shops when I wanted to check out an album before buying it? Baytree Garden Centre used to have a field full of them. I think there may be one or two left for sale. Should I buy one and have my own virtual reality concert hall?
What if they played movies? I could star in my own version of Phone Booth, pretending to be Colin Farrell, held hostage in a telephone booth by a sniper. Or I could run around town from payphone to payphone wearing a grubby vest like Bruce Willis in Die Hard with a Vengeance. Of course this is all too macho for me. I think Dial M for Murder is more my style: blonde, dramatic and dressed up as Grace Kelly.
I’m not sure I would want to be cooped up in a phone box for long though, without a comfy seat and a bucket of popcorn, so maybe short music videos would be the answer. I’m thinking Hanging On The Telephone by Blondie or I Just Called To Say I Love You by Lionel Ritchie. Remember Sylvia’s Mother by Dr Hook? That would be a good earner for someone if you had to pay forty cents more at the end of every verse.
In the meantime, a visit to Snape Maltings is a must. I’m going to wait outside the phone box while someone is enjoying the performance then, just as it reaches a crescendo, I shall bang on the window, open the door and shout, “Are you going to be long?”
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