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The Price of Everything


Tron Theatre, Glasgow
4 stars
A pint of milk costs fifty-one pence. Body parts can be bought and sold 
for far greater sums. But how much would an air guitar go for on ebay? 
Or an imaginary friend? Think about those last two questions for a 
minute, and you should realise the sheer absurdity of a market-led 
economy in recessionary times. Writer/performer Daniel Bye has, and has 
woven his findings into this quietly utopian performance lecture, which 
he brought to the Tron's Mayfesto season for one night only on Sunday 
night.

With just a power-point presentation, a chair and enough bottles of 
milk to give everyone in the audience a glass, Bye serves up and 
dissects the facts and figures behind our money-driven society before 
offering up an idealistic alternative which just might work. This comes 
in the form of a shaggy-dog story about finding a twenty pound note on 
a train, which leads to Bye and a stranger in a Garfield t-shirt 
founding a free milk bar which further inspires a cash-free society to 
be founded in a network of abandoned shop-fronts.

  Bye is an engagingly down to earth and self-deprecatory raconteur, but 
make no mistake. These are revolutionary ideas he's advocating in the 
friendliest way imaginable. They're ideas too which a lot more people 
are looking to as capitalism becomes increasingly untenable.

It's not known whether the UK Secretary of State for Culture, Media and 
Sport Maria Miller has seen Bye's show or not, but perhaps she and her 
front-bench colleagues might wish to buy a ticket. Even better, Bye 
could maybe perform it in parliament itself. Now that really would be 
priceless.

The Herald, May 7th 2013

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