Saturday 11 June at 7pm
Tickets - £13.25, concessions - £11.25
Createdand performed by Phil
Directed by Michael Harvey
Funded by Arts Council of Wales sponsored by Welsh Government, Lottery funded.
Supported by Tir
“May your shadow never grow less.”
Sparked by the discovery of a series of letters from his father in Nigeria to his mother in Wales, The Gods Are All Here is a compelling, lyrical and warm, one-man performance from first-class storyteller,
This captivating storytelling piece skilfully weaves myth, song, folktales and legends of the African diaspora with an
astonishing personal story that uncovers Phil’s experiences of growing up as a child of dual heritage in 1960 &70’s Wales.
Charting the time of life when children are said to view their parents as gods, but never having with them, Phil considers if his parents were, in fact, the gods he had imagined them to be…
Exploring equality, freedom, racism, family and growing up without your birth parents, in a touching, funny and evocative performance, The Gods Are All Here is both timeless and very much a story of now.
“Superb storytelling, combining personal, traditional and reimagined stories in a unique way. Very moving and gripping throughout, you always want to know 'what happens next'.” Audience member
"This stunning show is spectacularly crafted" - Rufus Mufasa
Friday 1 July at 8pm
Tickets - £17.50
A selection of Ivor Novello's best-loved songs and his doting mother to sing them – a simple enough idea for a show … except nothing can ever be simple when it’s Madame Clara Novello Davies who takes stage. Indomitable, impetuous, with an ego the size of the Ritz, her genius for choral music had once won her international acclaim.
But it’s 1938 and those halcyon days are long past and never to return – not that Ivor could ever persuade her of that. With their relationship at (yet another) crisis point, this drama sees Clara struggle to come to terms with a world that has lost interest in her kind of music and fallen head-over-heels for her son. She is in her seventies, but still hare-brained schemes to get back into the limelight. And poor Ivor, always the loving son, is doing his best to keep her happy – and to keep her in check.
As she sings his songs and dutifully sings his praises, she finds herself re-living the traumas of a remarkable life that took her from a modest suburb in Cardiff to the of London’s Theatreland.