It's probably a bit stupid to say it, but when the Orchestra came on stage it was like the YouTube videos I'd seen, only, of course, much bloody better. The lineup was the same as on their website's front page, except that Richie was playing instead of Kitty. Anyhoo, I clapped like crazy (on a side-note, first time I've been in a theatre for three years and no panic attack, so a rather pathetic huzzah on that front), so did dad, and after George saying how nice it was to be in Ipswich (I have no particular loyalty to Norwich, but it is clearly superior for its acronymability[?]) and Dave giving a series of prizes (forty-five pence in change, hyacinths from his garden, two paper fans and a CD from the Sunday Mail - Hester: "Have you been going through my handbag again?") to the person sitting in front of him, they were off. Unfortunately, the first act I've got listed isn't mostly in the right order (although I've got the first and last songs right - I think) and is probably missing a couple of songs, as I can't remember everything due to squee and had put my notepad-containing bag down by my feet. Still, I scribbled down what I could remember in the interval.
Running Wild - tribute to Marilyn Monroe, o'course.
Anarchy In The UK - audience participation of singing back "Anarchy!". Dave: "Please get pissed and destroy in a responsible manner." George: "I do."
Thunderball - Peter on main vocals. He has the most incredible lung capacity and/or diaphragm control (and has never, despite reading the novels, seen a Bond film).
Life On Mars - I wonder how I look when I implode with squee.
Teenage Dirtbag - Hester. I love this song even more now. She dedicated it to the female ukulele orchestra players in the audience and asked if they'd like to talk about shampoo or makeup in the bar afterwards (with Kitty not being there, she was the only girl). George made a joke about only needing to polish his head, bless him. I think this was also when she made the joke about Cherie Blair taking up the ukulele after abandoning the mouth organ.
(Dad: *cracks up laughing and claps Very Loudly*
Richie: "We've got Tony in tonight.")
Shaft - "Who's the guy who [collected folk music]?" "Sharp!" (Also known as the great-great-grandfather of Isaac Hayes.)
Long Tall Sally - Will. The man is a comedy genius, because the song was slowed right down and he was doing slow wails into the microphone. While wiggling his feet. And making tortured faces. The others were all looking really concerned (all part of the act), then George saved it by picking up the pace.
My Baby Does Good Sculptures - I think this could've been a Dave-on-main-vocals, but I'm really not sure. Anyhoo, George talked briefly about how some of the members had had arty education and that sort of thing.
Pinball Wizard - no ukes, just vocals. Apparently MBDGS was supposed to be the last song, only they'd got it and PW mixed up, so now it was the penultimate anti-thing song and - yeah. I was confused as they were making out to be, but that aside, it was a lovely way to end the first act.
The interval was a surprise as it didn't feel like an hour had gone by. Fished out my notepad, jotted down what I could remember and kept it on me at the beginning of the second act.
Hawaiian music which I cannot for the life of me remember; however, it was lovely and included a story about a show they did back in '88, after which a woman wearing purple-edged glasses (I was one, so it wasn't me) mentioned to her husband, who was wearing golf trousers, that it was a shame the Orchestra hadn't done any 'Hawaii music'. Anyhoo, it had lots of 'iki' and was dedicated to Elmer (golf trousers).
Crazy - Will. Bloody hell, that took me back. Again with the touch of comedy and funny faces, but he took it a bit more seriously than LTS.
Rock Around The Clock - I want to say this was sung by Dave, but it might've been Richie. I was still squeeing about the Gnarls Barkley song.
America - Hester. Not as fast-paced as in Westside Story, but that made it marvellous. Apparently the statistic of female versus male uke players is one in seven...
Limehouse Blues - twiddling of win.
How Do You Mend A Broken Heart? - Dave. I may have been saved from wibble by Peter sympathetically patting him on the shoulder. Before this number, Dave talked about how he hadn't wanted to spend his life doing a job that involved sitting down, in a suit, in a line of people, staring at the same bits of paper all the time. I gigglesnorted.
Monster - "We were asked to play this on children's television, so we were seen by thousands of musicians, actors and students." Also, people who have access to YouTube (which George did make noises about; I'm going to get dad the DVD for his birthday so he doesn't keep feeling guilty). Anyhoo, I was mouthing along with the words, caught Jonty's eye and a couple of seconds later he had a giggly moment. There were, I admit, many, so maybe I'm assuming something, but I can hope (provided I've got the right song; squee has affected my memory).
Wuthering Heights - not everyone was shouting 'Heathcliff!' when provoked to, which was a shame (the chap sitting next to me wasn't even jiggling his foot, I ask you), but dad and I shouted it with the others who did and it was brilliant. George's version of the leotard line was to ask if anybody in the audience had worn theirs under their school uniform. To which I called 'yes!' because I was terrible at getting changed quickly and, when you're eight, you don't want to miss being in the gymnastics performance because you can't tell the sleeve hole from the neck hole. This one also had Peter doing sheep impressions and Will doing a cow impression. Knew it already, but it bears asserting: these people are brilliant.
Back In Black - Peter and DAVE'S HAIR. As well as a uke of my own, I want long hair again so I can headbang (because I would probably try to play Rammstein on it.
Dambusters Theme. With extra twiddly bits from George.
After that they got up, bowed to masses of applause, then we kept on clapping until they came back on and did a couple more. (George: "Good evening, Ipswich, we are the Ukulele Orchestra...")
Fly Me Off The Handel - so happy they played this. I was nudging dad during their arguments about what to play because we knew what was coming. Richie did the Killing Me Softly part, which I would be sad about if I had Jonty/Will thoughts. But I don't. Of course not. How silly.
Le Freak - during which the audience started clapping along and my head gave in to the inner funk, which was possibly not the best idea as my shoulder's buggered up again.
After the second bow and massive amounts of clapping, that was that - dad bought their Live In London, Vol. 1 (Will: "Optimistically-titled.") CD and we kept singing bits of the show at each other on the drive home.
In news related to the above only in terms of geography, I went to see Watchmen again yesterday afternoon and will probably do so again, because I was feeling a bit rough after a bad night and this does, of course, completely justify a five-quid bus fare. Also, I have a £1.50 Vue voucher. And a crush on Rorschach (probably shouldn't have also bought the graphic novel in Waterstone's - now I want to eat sugar cubes and get back into karate). Hope that was of amusement to someone, anyhoo - I do, of course, heartily recommend seeing the UOGB perform, as they've certainly cheered me up. On a final note, for the perverted, Jonty has nice legs.