The show itself was almost like a James Rhodes' mixtape - a collection of short pieces from a range of James' favourite composers. Indeed even the man himself hinted at such an approach when he stood up next to his piano and bashfully said that the theme he'd picked for the evening was "Love", surely the only true reason any mixtape has been made?
The most immediately striking thing about an evening of spoken word is the almost tangible electricity in the air. No one is quite sure what to expect because every act differs in tone, delivery, style and content which turns the evening into a mad up and down trajectory of individuals pouring their hearts and minds into a microphone for an appreciative audience.
Indeed 'Blink' highlights the ultimately fake and shallow nature of viewing a life through a screen, or attempting to interact with someone at a distance. There is a danger that the real thing turns out to be less than expected, as fantasies and projections used to fill out gaps in the story turn out to be misplaced or unfounded.
Twenty-four hours ago I was a naïve child: I knew nothing of the domestic storage world, nothing of the joys of effective food preservation... in short, compressible Tupperware was yet to touch not only my hands, but my very soul. Such was the selling prowess and stage authority of Dixie and her Tupperware Party.