The premuium placed on the live arts experience has been magnified by lockdown malaise, says Mark Hudson.
Anyone remember pictures of rainbows in eerily deserted streets? Banging pans “for the NHS” on a Thursday evening while wondering quite who was benefiting? Or that strange evening on 8 May, when millions tuned in to see Vera Lynn and all those wonderful Second World War veterans commemorating VE day – an event that felt weirdly closer in time than the pre-lockdown days of just two months before? Yes, I’m referring to the First Great Covid Lockdown, a period of barely three months, during which we were endlessly told that the world had changed “for ever”... Keep reading on The Independent
Anyone remember pictures of rainbows in eerily deserted streets? Banging pans “for the NHS” on a Thursday evening while wondering quite who was benefiting? Or that strange evening on 8 May, when millions tuned in to see Vera Lynn and all those wonderful Second World War veterans commemorating VE day – an event that felt weirdly closer in time than the pre-lockdown days of just two months before? Yes, I’m referring to the First Great Covid Lockdown, a period of barely three months, during which we were endlessly told that the world had changed “for ever”... Keep reading on The Independent