I don’t care WHAT you say, it’s not *art* unless it finishes with “The End…………………..?”
Well, here we are, the end of the festival. Andrew and I got up at 1:30pm. It is now 4:30pm and he has managed to fit an hour-long nap in that time.
Aaaand he’s just gone back to bed. Poor thing.
In fairness we’ve been out till 3am the last three nights. I felt very tired and groggy all day but dragged myself out to see Daniel Simonsen (a friend of Andrew’s from New York comedy). He was really really good – really like no one else I’ve seen. It was straight stand-up but he trained at Le Coq, the clowning school, so although his style was incredibly incredibly deadpan he had a slightly strange and alien element to his persona. Stand-up is often about making the familiar seem ridiculous, the performer takes things from their experience and they are made relatable to the audience. Watching Daniel’s set, it felt like I was taking a trip somewhere else – like being welcomed into his funny little world. It’s a bit tricky to explain.
After we saw Daniel and ate as much salt as possible in the space of 15 minutes we saw Kate Berlant’s Communikate. Ahhh Kate. She has such fab vaudeville energy, every single movement and vocal inflection was so performative and delightful to watch. Plus, her kind of slick and charismatic style, coming on stage and drawling that “the moon is obsessed with me; it followed me here” and that she was begged to do Edinburgh – it’s just so joyous. The self-conscious hyper self-deprecating style of a lot of stand-ups is really fun too but it’s very calming and nice to watch someone play at having a giant ego, I don’t know. It’s a very warm and sort of magnetic, attractive style that feels like having the most popular girl in school pay attention to you.
After hitting several bars and bumping into a few of the acts I’ve mentioned in this blog and me trying – and failing – not to fangirl over them, we ended up in a little bus by the Pleasance Dome with a piano in it (anyone who is at the Fringe knows what I mean, anyone who isn’t – I’m sorry but this is exactly what it was). Andrew and two strangers ended up giving a very spirited rendition of a few songs from Hamilton while I talked to some clowns. Wow, it’s going to be fun for things to be dull again …
Anyway, I’ve got to go and try and put together something for a storytelling night on Wednesday. Storytelling is fun and scary because it tends to be more vulnerable – the crowd doesn’t really expect it to be packed with jokes, they’re there to hear how you really think and feel about an experience. I’m going to try and keep this blog up because it’s nice! So don’t worry, this isn’t the end.
or is it……………………………………….?