Oh. Am I in a good mood. Seriously! I'm in the best of moods. The Fringe is still not quite as kicking as I like it to be, which is a product of my own sense of distraction, the fact that numbers are quite low at the moment, with crowds seeming a bit backwards in coming forwards as it were, and the fact that I'm used to the later weeks of the Fringe, which are usually more busy anyway.
However, despite this, I'm flying high.
Yesterday the sketch show went well, I saw another show - a friend's - in the afternoon and then we did our stand-up in the evening. The stand-up was fun. I headed out for a long break and returned for our stand-up late show. This was, to be perfectly honest, a bloody bloody nightmare. Except. Well, I know why what I do is funny. More importantly, I know why I find it funny... that's an armour I can wear when it's not working. Oddly, last night, the more odd it got, the funnier I found everything. At the end of the set, I knew it had gone quite poorly, for no real fault of my own, and I was singing a long note and looking into the spotlight - I suddenly got the idea that, perhaps, the audience would have left by the time I finished the note and looked back into the room. I laughed hard.
I finished my set and, as I've done on a few occasions before, I hit the ground back stage pissing myself laughing. I hooted uncontrollably for about 3 minutes. All that potential laughter I was bottling had to come out somewhere. Brilliant!
I haven't been sleeping nearly enough, and last night was no exception. Today I have, so far, done a bit of a performance workshop with some people from the sketch group - trying to tighten up their sketches when they're blown up to big room size. I've also done some flyering, techied the sketch show, run across town to a karaoke-based show which didn't happen, practiced some karaoke anyway, come to a Starbucks for a break, and I'll soon be playing in two stand-up shows, with the possibility of watching something in between.
This is the Fringe and I wouldn't have it any other way... well, perhaps I could, but not this year.
However, despite this, I'm flying high.
Yesterday the sketch show went well, I saw another show - a friend's - in the afternoon and then we did our stand-up in the evening. The stand-up was fun. I headed out for a long break and returned for our stand-up late show. This was, to be perfectly honest, a bloody bloody nightmare. Except. Well, I know why what I do is funny. More importantly, I know why I find it funny... that's an armour I can wear when it's not working. Oddly, last night, the more odd it got, the funnier I found everything. At the end of the set, I knew it had gone quite poorly, for no real fault of my own, and I was singing a long note and looking into the spotlight - I suddenly got the idea that, perhaps, the audience would have left by the time I finished the note and looked back into the room. I laughed hard.
I finished my set and, as I've done on a few occasions before, I hit the ground back stage pissing myself laughing. I hooted uncontrollably for about 3 minutes. All that potential laughter I was bottling had to come out somewhere. Brilliant!
I haven't been sleeping nearly enough, and last night was no exception. Today I have, so far, done a bit of a performance workshop with some people from the sketch group - trying to tighten up their sketches when they're blown up to big room size. I've also done some flyering, techied the sketch show, run across town to a karaoke-based show which didn't happen, practiced some karaoke anyway, come to a Starbucks for a break, and I'll soon be playing in two stand-up shows, with the possibility of watching something in between.
This is the Fringe and I wouldn't have it any other way... well, perhaps I could, but not this year.
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