I Can Sing A Rainbow would give a little bracket of songs about colours (Red Shoes, Green Shirt, Blue Chair or even, I guess, Yellow Submarine) while an enigmatic combination like Imperial Chocolate would yield a song from the Imperial Bedroom album and another from Blood and Chocolate.
And, just to spice things up a little further, throw in a leggy blonde assistant in a gold lame minidress (The Mysterious Josephine), a selection of punters from the audience to spin the wheel, and a performer with unfulfilled ambitions in the realm of stand-up comedy, and you’re going to get an interesting package.
So that, in a nutshell, explains the all four shows scenario.
Some two and a half hours after Elvis and The Imposters took the stage the house lights came up, and that was that. We headed more or less straight out through a side exit that delivered us into the path of the exodus headed towards the subway station, skirted around that, and wended our way back to Hotel S, where the first task was translating scrawled notes into a typed up set list to go to the Facebook Costello-L group.
That, along with a preliminary draft of a review, took things up to eleven-thirty, which is when I turned in, expecting an earlyish start in the morning.