Artistic Liscense

It seems to me, that people should really take a few of these media classes that we've been taking here, online (before you get here), so that when you get to Edinburgh, you'd know what you were doing. Like you'd have to get a license to be here. An artistic license. Heh. Sorry.

I was lucky to be included in an all day Poorboy Playroom workshop, (subtitled more fun, less fear). So I began the workshop at 10 AM, left it to perform Macaroni on a Hotdog, and immediately after my show I headed to theSpace press office to use their telephone, in order to call John Murray of 107FM broadcasting from Fife, Scotland. I had met Mr. Murray at the press launch for the SpaceUK venues and he invited me to be a call in guest on his radio show. Super fun. He asked me questions and I answered them, and since I had tweeted about it and posted it on Facebook, my friend Tom, back in Saint Paul, Minnesota actually heard me on the radio in Scotland somehow. The magic of technology.

I just had time to wolf down some peanut butter toast and 2 Tunnock's tea cakes, for lunch and then I raced back to Fringe Central 2, for the afternoon segment of the Poorboy Playroom. I had such a fantastic time. Incorporating play and fun into a creative practice is what it was all about. The time flew.

It was a very full day, and it didn't even occur to me, until after supper, to ask at our venue box office if we'd sold any tickets for todays performance. We hadn't sold any, so we (reluctantly) headed to the Royal Mile to flyer. Evening flyering sucks. I had no costume on, just a t-shirt with our Macaroni on a Hotdog photo. The photo is provocative, and groups of 14-year-old boys were particularly titillated. Our effort felt kind of desperate and futile.

While we were flyering, a huge crowd gathered nearby to watch a street performer, whose act consisted of climbing up a building and entering an apartment 1 story up. A damsel was waiting for him up there, and when he finally climbed into the window of her apartment, his clothes flew out the window. Eventually he climbed back out of the window wearing only a thong. What I've just described took at least 20 minutes, and the audience was enthralled. People love a good spectacle.

We did have a good crowd at todays show, and I think I know why. Fellow performers are checking out my show, because of the 5 star review. I traded flyers with a guy outside our building tonight, and he took my flyer and said "I plan to go to this, I saw your review and I make it a practice to go to the shows with 5 stars."

Glenn and I have been invited to a wedding disco tonight. I met a man in a wedding dress, who invited us. Not sure what to expect, but I'll put on my dress and check it out. It's always nice to be invited.

We saw two shows today. Wild Bill: Sonnet of a Bardsterd It was a solo show, written by the performer Michael Longhi, and was a passionate defense of William Shakespeare's authorship. He had an ease with Shakespearean language, and an energetic/physical approach to his text.

This evening we saw the original musical Poppies, by Music Box Theatre. It was set in 1914, and dealt with young peoples lives getting disrupted by the First World War. The cast of 6 sang and played their instruments beautifully, and the songs were lovely.

The amount of new work at the Edinburgh Fringe constantly amazes me. And also, the correct answer to the question "Would you like cream, or ice cream with your sticky toffee pudding?" is: both.