Edinburgh festival, round two.
David Morgan, Andrew Doyle, Piff, Margaret Cho, Penis Puppetry, Scott Capurro, Jamie Bradley.
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We've so far found ourselves at three parties we weren't necessarily invited to and yes, we drank from the cup of free booze. Hail Mary times three, rinse and repeat. It plays exactly like that scene in Sweet Charity when she walks into the room before they dance the Rich Man's Frug but without the Fosse choreography, which is a real shame. Have we mentioned that we're new to this here? Virginal. That's why we wanted to come and experience this magical beast for the very first time. It's only taken us a few days and we're already hobnobbing at parties. But just to clarify to the extreme, we've been walked into these events. We're not crawling through any goddamn air vents to get in. Not in these shoes.
Things we've learnt so far:
- Business cards are like Pokemon. You've gotta catch 'em all.
- It takes a lot of hard work and hard cash to bring a show to the Fringe. People are putting a lot on the line to be here and that shouldn't ever be forgotten.
- We don't naturally choose to eat fruit.
So what is it we've been up to? Well, quite a few things you should know. We went to see a lot of the shows we'd been really excited about before coming up to the festival. Four days of brilliant shows and excellent comedy and we've loved every second. It's like living in a dream. Read on. And…. GO.
David Morgan: Triple Threat - Just the Tonic at The Tron. We'd been sent an email after out first blog recommending that we go see this and we're very glad we did. David's warmth means that you like him in an instance and we felt immediately comfortable in his presence. He's cute too. He wears glasses, talks about musicals, and is, by his own admission, awesome at being gay. He can Grapevine with the best of them too. Boundless energy and enthusiasm. Highly entertaining and an enjoyable way to spend an hour at the festival.
David Morgan: Triple Threat
Andrew Doyle's Crash Course in Depravity - Just the Tonic at The Store. This is a show that could polarise opinion a little and so here is ours: we loved it. Our stomach muscles actually hurt from laughing so much. Nothing could have prepared us for this, in the best way possible. The show explores what it is to be depraved, with the title coming from a recent description of Andrew's stand-up. He's super smart, incredibly funny and had us in the palm of his hand. We knew we loved it when in a show about depravity there was a reference to Bonnie Langford. Following this solo debut at the Fringe, we're looking forward to seeing what Andrew will do next.
Andrew Doyle's Crash Course in Depravity
Piff the Magic Dragon: Last of the Magic Dragons - Just the Tonic at The Studio. Piff the Magic Dragon is someone we've been very excited to see since we saw his appearance on Penn & Teller: Fool Us. We weren't disappointed at all. In Last of the Magic Dragons, Piff is trying to be be taken seriously as the Greatest Magic Dragon of All Time and with the help of his assistant, Mr Piffles, the World's First Levitating and Card Trick-Performing Chihuahua, they deliver a show that gives a warm fuzzy feeling of immense happiness. Like being a child on Christmas Day. Don't think for a second that he's all style and no substance though, the tricks are really impressive. We're still trying to work those out. His delivery, music and the absurdity of his existence is what makes Piff so brilliant. He's really something wonderful. And his little dog too. (We just high fived ourselves for that last line. High fiving yourself is essentially the same as a single clap. Try it out.)
Piff the Magic Dragon: Last of the Magic Dragons
Margaret Cho: Cho Dependant - Assembly George Square. This was our first time seeing Margaret Cho live and it's something that we could do every single night. We'd miss so many other shows but we wouldn't care, she's that hilarious. Especially with the impressions of her family which killed it. She talks about sex with an incredible candidness and we had to keep in a yelp when she started talking about Bristol Palin and her appearance on Dancing With The Stars. We were that excited. Also, while we're singing her praises, she's an incredible advocate of gay rights. So we heart her. You're really going to love this as much as we did.
Margaret Cho - Cho Dependant
Puppetry of the Penis: 3D - Assembly George Square. So you think you've seen what a dick can do? (That's not a show presented by Cat Deeley) Well, you're wrong. You haven't witnessed mastery of the penis like it until you've seen this show, then you'll know what a cock is really capable of. Not only will you watch the comedy "dick tricks' on stage, they're projected on a big screen and you see it all through 3D glasses. It's a device that's integrated brilliantly with the performance and heck, we do love seeing a dick in our face. Prepare for an audience of excitable and screaming men and women all hungry for… the show.
Puppetry of the Penis: 3D
Scott Capurro - Who Are The Jocks? - Pleasance Dome. Laughing hard at subjects you're not allowed to is a big release. Especially when those difficult subjects are being approached with such ease by an engaging comedian with masterful charm. That's the joy of this show. Going to those dark places and being allowed to laugh in the face of it. Scott tells the story of the death of his mother and we're allowed to see the process he goes through in dealing with it. Throughout, we heard things so shockingly hilarious and things we could never repeat in public. That's why we loved it. The audience are his and he'll change the tone so very quickly that everyone in the room is just waiting with baited breath to know where they'll be taken to next.
Scott Capurro - Who Are The Jocks?
Elegy - Whitespace. Our first theatre piece of the festival and it was a massive contrast to all the comedy we'd been to see. Intense and powerful, we found ourselves at sunset in a converted Kwik Fit garage, now studio space for Elegy. It's inspired by interviews with gay Iraqi refugees in Damascus who fled killings in Baghdad. Not the easiest subject matter, but one that's dealt with in an imaginative way. The space is filled with 700 pieces of men's clothing which represent 700 homophobic murders at the hands of militia groups in Iraq. Jamie Bradley (pictured), the only performer in the show, is absolutely riveting to watch. To solely keep the audience engrossed for the whole of this production is no mean feat and it really is a marathon performance that he conquers. We were moved.
If we appear sycophantic, maybe it's because we've so far been to see things we pretty much knew we were destined to enjoy. However, we've not broken the camel's back just yet. We're sure we're bound to see some shit soon. Currently on the lookout for the stage musical of the movie Showgirls, but, until we find it, if you have ANY suggestions of what you think we should see while we're here, then please get in touch: harry [at] harryclaytonwright.com