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The show goes on…
Last night, best show ever! Full house and the energy was really high, the audience laughing all the way through the show. Which was great but bad because it added another 15 minutes to the show! Much to the annoyance of the next act.
But tonight…oh, how comedy is the ugly beast that is hard to tame. It was a hard show. My energy was flat. And so was the audience’s.
I’ve been fighting off the flu, the laptop shut down on me thus stopping the music and the slides and there were two guys in the front row who kept looking at their watchs and sighing a lot. Most distracting!
I think the funniest moment for me and the audience was when I was describing how not to come too soon (look there’s a build up there, so to speak, so no it’s just not all smut!): “I think of John Howard. That stops you in your tracks there. The only problem is when I see John Howard I get turned on…especially when he says ‘That’s unAustralian’ with that lower lip of his drooling or when he tries to play cricket, throwing the ball laterally. ‘Here I go!’”
Russell McGilton
So first week out the way and all is going well with the trail run of ‘Accidents are prohibited on this road’.
Opening night was a blast with over 55 people attending. Nothing is quite like it – the nerves, the jitters, the electric energy of the first performance, unsure of which way it would fall. Of course, not all jokes were laughed at but thank God, Alice Bishop, my fabulous director, helped shape and refine the stories into seat gripping yarns.
Every night is different, and this year I decided not to go with a publicist, and am finding it much harder to get a crowd in amidst the static. I’ve never played to a crowd of nine people before but to my surprise I actually enjoyed it more than the other nights. I could be more intimate with the audience and even downright wrong! I was in the middle of a story, bagging London for the sorry misery that it is, and as audience members blew out a breath of ‘Amen!’ I turned to a German woman that I’d spoken to earlier and said ‘You know what it’s like! That’s why you bombed it!’
Oh, the shame, the shame! She laughed (thank God) but oh, how I suffer from Arsebergers Syndrome.
Looking forward to the rest of the season though am nursing a cold, given to me by my five month old gorgeous baby girl, Ruby. Ah, kids!
