Fringe Festival

So I'm new to performance, at least on this scale. I did the Stevie Ray's thing, but everyone that came to those shows I pay rent to or used to claim me as a dependent on their tax returns. Not a lot of unbiased praise. I have no doubt that these people, friends and family, truly enjoyed what they saw, but you take their pride with a grain of salt.

Well snap to Sunday at the Fringe festival. I'm walking out of the show Flops, a musical revue of songs from failed Broadway plays. Good Stuff. One song had a verse about a sperm defeating a diaphragm, I kid you not. As I was enjoying the rice crispy treat the cast handed out, a kid, maybe 11-15 years old (I have no age-dar, so yeah, that's a wide range of ages) stares at me and says “Whooooaaaaaaaa.” So, confused, I stare back.
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“You were the chef from last night!”
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Finally it clicks( he went to see my show The Quest (www.fringefestival.org/2010/show/?id=1345), where I in fact played something of a romance languages dancing pizza chef. I say romance language(s) because quite frankly, my accent could have been French, Italian, or possibly Irish dependent on the sentence.

“Oh, yeah, ah, thanks...” As I shuffle away like a four year old who drags his feet. My mood lies in some purgatory between cool, ecstatic, embarrassed, and awkward. First legit Fringe experience. Unless you count the overwhelming waif of b.o. at an other was very cool (and soon to be extinct) Bedlam Theater aka Fringe Headquarters.

Also see Speech if you can, totally worth it for Tim Hellendrung’s closing speech about rolling rocks alone.

Gone Fringin’