Okay, with the novella-length full report off to the Official Mentor, for the rest of you it's either random notes or nothing, due to time constraints as we launch into prep for CCI.
Though ! Death 40-Feet Tall ! is framed around my attempts to become an extra in the first Transformers movie while exploring the meaning of Optimus Prime, it's mostly about my relationship with my best friend.
Overall this my first stage show was a thrilling/terrifying/exhausting experience that was TOTALLY AWESOME. I learned so much! And now that it's over I realize that not only did I create a good show, but I had a really great time.
Photos from either the CrackBerry or the laptop, which can take pictures, even though it takes pictures backwards for some reason, which I discovered once I looked at them. Click to embiggen.
View from the stage on the night of the last show, taken five minutes before The Emperor, aka The Most Amazing Tech Guy In the Multiverse, opened the house.
I was based in the cute ballroom at ComedySportz Los Angeles, of which I have nothing but praise for everybody there, especially The Emperor. He explained the whole Get Off The Stage And Go In The Back When I Turn Out The Lights The Second Time thing. How he delivered that bit of detail to 101-level Me was hilarious. Now that I think about it, so was the deft way he handled my pre-show tech, when it was clear I had no idea what tech actually involved and almost freaked out when he said "let's run through it"...and so we didn't.
Which meant he did not know what I was going to be doing on stage until my opening night, after which he was all Let's Talk. I was all, you can do that really? So he again patiently explained What It Is I Do As The Tech Person until I got it. Thus, the main sound file that I didn't know how to make work and so didn't mention it became part of the rest of the run.
Seriously, I could rave about that guy all the live long day. One reason I think my performance got better as it went on was because of his input, which was above and beyond his duties. As I explained to people who were all omg the look of it with the lights was incredible how you did that? That had nothing to do with me. That was all him throwing down at the light wall/board thing. All I was doing was trying to get through 50-ish minutes of first line through last line without screwing it up.
Except for the 11 p.m. show, after surviving each performance I went out for drinks with friends. (l-r) Opening night with Kitty & Celtic; Celtic (who gave me advice that night which I executed throughout the run) in the badass jacket from one of his badass jobs; second show with a group of lovelies who came a long way; fourth show with a friend who got locked out of that show because the poor dear got trapped in traffic and arrived late.
Fringe Central was based at Theater of Arts. It was the administrative hq of the Overlords and came with an outdoor bar. I loved going there (l-r) The sign; ABBIE MISTRESS OF SANGRIAS and one of the worker bees; a bit of decorative detail; the bar; rare shot of the place empty.
Ben, the Fringe Overlord, holding the very first iPad I'd ever seen in the wild at one of the fundraising parties (omg Me!). Ben & Stacy, the Fringe Mistress of Publicity, discussing details of the awards ceremony.
Danny is primarily a stand-up right now, but he has so many talents and works hard that he'll be busting out in who knows how many realms soon. He doesn't yet have a website, but enjoy these photos, which capture a bit of his energy. I had no idea he also worked as a model, but it doesn't surprise me.
The awards ceremony was super fun! I covered it live on the other outlet, but the nature of that space is it all vanishes into the ether after it happens, so no link. Here are a very few of the tons of photos I took with the laptop. (l-r) Nik Coppin, who is amazing, Kimleigh Smith, top overall winner at the Fringe, overlord Ben Hill; Les Kurkendaal and Jacquetta Szathmari, both of whom are wonderful and had great shows; Abie Philbin Bowman whom I was just thrilled to meet because of his work with his award; Fred Blanco of the gab Stories of Cesar Chavez and his lovely GF.
I'll get around to uploading the full set on Flickr later sometime. There's lots of them.
As you might know if you've been visiting for a while, I'm kinda obsessed with my show posters. They were made by Amos Kennedy, Jr. The Humble Negro Printer. They are gorgeous; a few unaltered poster shots here. (101 Learning Curve is why I had to alter the display ones, which killed me.)
I gave out unaltered large and small posters after each show to anyone in the audience who wanted one, and put tons up in the wild at various places throughout the strike zone. Often I walked the long way to Fringe Central because I just got a kick out of walking past my posters.
Amazing fact the first? 3/4 of those in the wild stayed up untouched for almost three weeks!! Amazing fact the second, which didn't hit until day after my show close? When people took them, they took the fancy ones. (Excepting of course the ones that were taken down and tossed.) On Saturday night after my show closed I did another round of visiting them, planning to take them all down the next day. But during removal roam on Sunday I realized no matter where I went, the fancy ones were gone yet the plain ones were still up! By my read that was deliberate, and whoever took them was just waiting. How cool.
Amos' posters are tough by the way. They looked just as good after nearly three weeks hanging in the elements as they did the day they arrived.
Okay, that's enough typing and photo uploading.
Dunno what I'll do for Fringe 2011, but I've got time to figure it out.I still miss him every day.