I am always on the lookout for more experience in various forms of music, with this in mind I went to see ‘Patti Plinko and Her Boy’. We walk in to what could be described as a gypsy camp with a large painting of the Madonna surrounded by photographs. A woman lies prostrate in front of the image. A female violinist and male guitarist start to make music. So far fine the music was lovely but when Patti started to sing I couldn’t decide whether she was singing gobbledygook or in another language. The music superb if a little strange, the lyrics unintelligible, murderous or suicidal. This show is an experience, definitely an experience. ***