One of the reasons I've been so silent over the last several weeks is that the Betrothed and I have been participating in the Adelaide Fringe Festival. For those that are not ofay with this annual event, it is a 3 week rollercoaster ride of unmoderated shows, exhibitions and events with (this year) 517 acts on offer. Whew!
Now the last time that I participated in a Fringe was 1984 while still at University. So it's been a while. My Betrothed, however, is a Fringe stalwart and determined to produce a show again this year. Having had a critically successful but exhausting season last year, he was determined to do something a little easier so when, last year, a 6 piece rhythm and blues band sort of dropped in his lap he thought it would be a good idea to incorporate them into a cabaret-style show. While he was at it, he signed up as their manager in order to book them into various functions and venues.
Great in theory. But I don't think either of us were prepared for the work involved in managing a bunch of musicians.
Now we are not talking kids here - these guys are veteran performers that should (theoretically) know their way around a professional gig. It is to laugh ... In reality the process has been more difficult than herding cats and the level of interaction between them at approximately that of pre-schoolers.
Gig 1. Pub. Set up at 7.00pm for 8.00pm start. 7.50pm. Where's the trombone player? Frantic text messaging. Nothing. Frantic phone calling. "Oh, sorry. I was asleep. Be there soon". Grrrr.
Gig 2. Private function at prestigeous yacht club dinner dance. 4.00pm set up for 8.00pm start. "But WHY do we have to get there so EARLY? WHY can't we set up while they're having DINNER?" "I don't WANT to go all the way there and home and back!" Whine, whine. Moan, moan.
Fringe. Rehearsal in venue. Only opportunity to sound check, set lights and run show before opening night. Set up requires stage. Builder band member has had 2 months to build stage. No stage. Band go home.
***sigh***
Then, of course, there are the interminable text messages and phone calls daily to my Betrothed with the most stupid of questions and bitching about everyone behind their backs. Classy.
Despite all of this, my Beloved managed to constuct a show full of music, magic and comedy that was well reviewed and much appreciated by our audiences.
And me? Well, I did the tech and a warm up spot with my old party piece - McAurthur's Fart. It was good to be on stage again if only for a little while. And the fringe opening parade, in classic mustang with 110,000 people lining the streets? Priceless ...
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OFAY??????? What would our erstwhile Chinese named French teacher have to say about your lack of knowledge of the language after all these years my dear Betty!!!!!!! I think you mean 'au fait' ;-D
What a massive rise to fame The Amazing Mumford has weathered! From Love Interest to Beloved to Betrothed in seemingly no time at all! Congratulations on his Fringe success.
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