August 06, 2005

Hedonistic Calculus

Fringe days elapsed: 3
Shows seen: 4
Ticket costs: £0
Weekly wages: £200
Net gain: Freakin' awesome

Since that first awful, awful show I saw on Wednesday, every successive show has been better and better. I'm optimistic that at this rate, by the end of the Fringe I will simply walk into a venue and instantaneously explode with joy.

First up on Thursday night was 'An Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman— Exposed!'. The whole (one-man) show was just one big meta-joke, a sort of 'Behind the Music' documentary about those classic joke characters and how they came to be so famous. It was a neat idea, and cleverly done, though there were few really great gags and I thought the performer should have worked more on his accents considering they were pretty much the basis of the entire show. That said, his closing gag was pure genius (but it wouldn't work for me to explain it here, and besides, I wouldn't want to give away his best joke).

After a quick trip home for dinner and a change of clothes, I headed back to catch 'Janey Godley is Innocent'. I can't say anything bad about this show, mainly because Janey Godley is an immensely likeable and endearingly foul-mouthed Glaswegian woman— but partly because she's also served jail time for involvement in a murder and is married to a real-life gangster, and I wouldn't want her to send someone after me. My favourite line: "What's up with women who bake? Fuck that! Just buy a cake and spend that time touching yourself and eating chocolate."

Then, tonight, I caught the first performance of Guy Pratt's 'My Bass And Other Animals'. Pratt is a professional electric bass player, who's backed up the likes of Madonna, Michael Jackson, and David Bowie, and his show was basically an hour of him telling stories about being a bass player and, occasionally, playing some bass. Which may not sound that entertaining, but his delivery was perfect and his stories were surprisingly sharp— not the usual sort of name-dropping rubbish that the description might suggest. Easily my favourite show so far.

And, in the meantime, I've just been tapping away in the box office, occasionally taking time out from behind the desk to:

• Grip with terror to worryingly wobbly ladders
• Act as hired muscle while my boss took money to the bank
• Be generally bemused at the slapdash way in which the venue is run (eg. the directors deciding they didn't like the sign they'd ordered after all, having a new one rushed in; eg. the bar manager complaining because somebody had, unbeknownst to him, ordered 1,500 beers that were surplus to requirement; eg. performers patiently listening to the box office staff explain procedures in great detail, then flagrantly disregarding those procedures at their earliest convenience; etc., etc.)



At 29/8/05 18:58, Blogger Janey Godley said...

thanks for that mention! Janey Godley


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