Here’s an extra bonus piece of crap writing (and crapper recollection): an impromptu show held at TuxCat late on March 9 (or early on March 10).
The full title feels like a joke: A Young Man Dressed As A Gorilla Dressed As An Old Man Sits Rocking In A Rocking Chair For Fifty-Six Minutes And Then Leaves, While On The Other Side Of The Planet Another Young Man Dressed As A Gorilla Dressed As An Old Man Sits Rocking In A Rocking Chair For Fifty-Six Minutes And Then Leaves.
But that’s pretty much exactly what happened.
In front of an audience of familiar Fringe faces – artists, mostly, but also venue staff and regulars – it becomes obvious pretty quickly that Gorilla / Gorilla is an opportunity to let off steam; a chance for the people who make the Fringe to sit back, cheer on an absurd “event”, make lame jokes without fear of judgement, and generally just unwind.
As for the Gorillas: they just sat and rocked. Adelaide Gorilla’s rocking chair had a gradual forward motion, and a ramp was quickly found (I’m assuming in an attempt to see if Adelaide Gorilla could perform a spectacular jump). On the screen behind him, we saw the feed of Other Gorilla, who saw no such action (but had some interesting passers-by peek in through the window that Other Gorilla rocked beside).
Although, at one point, Other Gorilla changed which direction he was facing. The crowd erupted.
But there was one other great moment during Gorilla / Gorilla: a drunk punter off the street had stood at the back of the crowd, muttering to himself. Every minute or so – usually in response to some cheering from the audience (a stranger walking past Other Gorilla, perhaps) – he would raise his voice: “I don’t get it.” Later: “What are you people laughing at?” Later still, and clearly more agitated (with his voice creating a sense of discomfort for those around him), he boomed: “Someone explain it to me.”
To which (the awesome) Tomás Ford turned around and called back “It’s not for you.”
The guy left. The Artists won.
Done. 156 shows. Report later.
- Water Child
- Of Dysentery and Madness: A Trapper’s Tale
- Künt and the Gang
OK, body. You can fall apart now.
- 2880 Minutes Late
- Tommy Dassalo – Spread
- Geraldine Quinn – You’re the Voice: Songs for the Ordinary by an Anthemaniac
- An Audience With Tomás Ford
- Darkness and Light
Come on, body. Just hold together for another 30 hours.
Whilst feeling like absolute crap, I had to try and be The Positive One whilst my Dad grizzled and grumbled about every single moment spent in the day clinic for his chemotherapy today. And that was before he was hooked up to the drugs. So – that was emotionally draining, and I seriously considered dropping all my shows for the evening.
Luckily, I chose the Active Option.
- My One and Only
- Unsound Adelaide – Solaris
- Beowulf – A Thousand Years of Baggage
- MKA’s Unsex Me
Mind you, I did bail on German Bogan Vegan Strippers when Beowulf ran overtime; luckily, I was keen to see the special Artist Edition of Unsex Me, which was quite bizarre and provided some of the funniest moments of audience discomfort I’ve ever seen.
Well, I don’t think I’ve got Fringe Flu (but I do feel like crap), but – far worse – I think I’ve hit the “I’m over this” point. I feel really sorry for all the performances I’m yet to see – and there’s around another dozen to go – because I’m not in my most open frame of mind at the moment.
- Symphony of Strange
- Alice in the Madhouse
- Specimens of Her
- Le Foulard
- Rhino Room Late Show
Having said that… tonight’s Rhino Room Late Show was an absolute belter, and made me feel a bit better again.
Red wine hangover and no sleep makes Pete a very grumpy boy…
- The Kreutzer Sonata
- Gravity Boots
- Jacques Barrett is The Contrarian
…but the quality of today’s shows more than made up for it.
I think I’ve just made my final ticket purchase for the season, too. There’s some bedlam coming up in the next couple of days, I can feel it.
A Game of You is an absolute cracker. Inadvertently expose yourself, then look at the reflection… then drink in someone else’s interpretation of you. Wonderful stuff.
Also, Kamp required a red-wine-debriefing.
- A Game of You
- Angela Carter’s The Tiger’s Bride
- Karl Woodberry – How Shit is Shit!
I am now very debriefed.
Oh hello! A bit tipsy, me.
- Chipolatas present ‘Gentlemen of the Road’
- Squaring The Wheel
- Dorothy Parker’s Sweet Release of Death
- Ben Darsow in 30 Minutes
- Abandoman – The Life and Rhymes of Abandoman
- Darkness and Light
Speck rolls from Pigs On Fire: good, but not worth the cash. Sapporo beer will be the death of me. Hot.
So – we’re heading into the last seven days of this Festival season. Seven days to cram as much in as possible. And most of the stuff remaining on my Shortlist seems to intersect the two hours between 7:30 and 9:30; some tough choices are going to have to be made soon.
Also: ArtWalks. I need to do more ArtWalking. My quick stroll today only yielded half-a-dozen exhibitions.
- The Book of Loco
- Afternoon Fringe Showcase
- Rip Drag Ruminate
- MKA’s 22 Short Plays
- MKA’s SOMA
- Sketch The Rhyme
After missing Bushpig yesterday and getting caught up in a quagmire of “what if” thoughts, it was slightly satisfying to see The Book of Loco run long this afternoon – thus validating some of my decisions.
It was amusing that I read a tweet from the Fringe Office stating that the average temperature so far this Fringe is nearly 33 degrees just before I went into a packed Austral Red Room for their Afternoon Fringe Showcase; with a full house and closed doors, that room was a fucking sauna, making me yearn for a bearable 33 degrees.
So – today was my birthday. After treating myself to a Girls’ Generation trinket, I went on a blind date, watched some kids’ circus, wept uncontrollable tears of joy as a response to my favourite acrobats, studied for the afterlife, bailed on a show (due to poor scheduling on my part, and a running late/long knockout combo that – in hindsight – needn’t have mattered), watched a bizarre Benetton ad, partook in the latest Australian Eurowision Song Contest, and then wrapped things up with the world premiere of…
A Young Man Dressed As A Gorilla Dressed As An Old Man Sits Rocking In A Rocking Chair For Fifty-Six Minutes And Then Leaves, While On The Other Side Of The Planet Another Young Man Dressed As A Gorilla Dressed As An Old Man Sits Rocking In A Rocking Chair For Fifty-Six Minutes And Then Leaves.
‘Twas a pretty awesome birthday, really :)
- Blind Date
- Mr Shaggles Circus World
- A Simple Space
- I’m not pale, I’m dead.
- What the Body Does Not Remember
- Eurowision Adelaide 2013
I’m a bit bummed that I missed Bushpig, but them’s the breaks – I was trying to schedule shows with ten minutes of slip, and that’s just not really feasible (as it turns out). Still, the gaping hole in the evening’s schedule facilitated a nice favour for a good friend, and a bizarre re-meeting with Helen – who just happened to be sitting within one seat of me for the second night in a row. Adelaide!
Blimey – that there Van Dyke Parks show was… well, odd. Especially when I apparently tried to instigate a fight with someone (over recording an event that had – quite explicitly, several times – been stipulated as a non-recording event). So… yeah. That was interesting.
Thank christ Helen was there to talk to, though. That show would have been almost unbearable without her.
- Shakespeare for Kids
- Desperately Seeking the Exit
- Van Dyke Parks
- Andrew McClelland’s Hang the DJ
Anyway – it’s currently 3:35am on March the 9th. And you know what that means, right? My birthday.
But it’s not just me who should be celebrating; since discovering K-Pop last year, I’ve become
enamoured with addicted to Girls’ Generation, whose nominal leader – Taeyeon – shares my birthday. That’s part of the reason she’s my bias of the group.
It could also be because she’s so cute :)
Happy birthday Taeyeon! And me! :D
Another quiet day oh wait that’s another six shows am I ever going to write about all these things?
- My Piano and Me
- Chris Knight’s fUNCOMFORTABLE
- Danny McGinlay: Hypertonic
- Play Actually – A Non Rom Com
- FACTY FACT – A Late Night Comedy Game Show
So – Internal, then. Every bit as personal as The Smile Off Your Face, but a little more… pointed, maybe? At various stages I felt uncomfortable, completely at ease, jealous, proud, and amazed. Quite a bizarre experience, made only more odd by my re-telling of the experience to friends late this evening… their questions really made me stop and consider all that had happened.
And I love that kind of challenge, I really do.
So… that’s the ton up for this year, then.
- One Man, Two Guvnors
- Children / A Few Minutes of Lock
- Wolf Creek: The Musical
One Man, Two Guvnors was an utterly bewildering experience. I laughed my arse off in the first half, right up until the “audience interaction” that preceded the interval; at that point, I genuinely thought that the production had crossed the invisible line that separates the audience from the performers, and I actually started feeling angry towards the production company… and myself. Whether or not that “audience” member was a plant makes no real difference; any goodwill towards the play evaporated at that point. Harrumph.
Murder, on the other hand, is worth it simply for the puppet-fucking.
Whoops. 4:44am on a Tuesday night, and I’ve got a lunch catchup with friends and a matinée tomorrow. Erm, today.
- No Moral Compass
- Homage to Uncertainty
- Michael Hing – Occupy White People
- Nik Coppin is Not Racist
- Künt and the Gang
A surprisingly big day, in retrospect. It’s not often you can say “let’s crack out six shows today” on a Tuesday.
Due to the Kronos show at Thebby, today was a bit tricky to schedule… it was a long show, awkwardly placed, and overran, too (with the same problem likely to occur with Van Dyke Parks on Friday). So just the three events today… a quiet one!
- Festival Fishbowl
- Kronos Quartet
- Sam Marzden’s History of Rock’n’Roll (1962-1989)
To be quite honest, I’m currently contemplating becoming a professional groupie for Zephyr Quartet; their performance with JG Thirwell’s Manorexia this evening (as “special guests” for Kronos) was quite amazing.
Also: it nearly broke my heart to be the only punter in Sam Marzden’s show this evening (along with two reviewers, a judge, and their comp partners). Please: if you’ve got any interest in rock music or folklore or storytelling, go see the show – it’s a really great script and a lot of fun.