Greeting’s Inpress reader! For the next few weeks I am dragging you with me all over the MICF, gig to gig, bar to bar, hangover to hangover. As the Descendents once screamed; “Enjoy!”
For myself the Festival kicks off a few days’ early for the Monday Comedy at Spleen Bar show. To the delight of the packed room Fiona O’Loughlin popped in for a hilarious set. Funnier still was her backstage ranting being a “National Outrage” after her off the cuff Bindi Irwin comment on Spicks and Specks. Which by the way was the most over hyped bit of sensationalism in quite a while. “Perez Hilton posted about me, of all the people, Perez fucking Hilton”. If celebrity parasite Perez is against someone… we should probably be on the side of said person.
Wednesday, the first official Festival day! An officially stressful day for those debuting their new show. Time for that last promotional email, time to remind your invited Facebook guests that “I’m not just doing one night, but 21 shows” in response to the “I’ve got tennis that night” event page comment. Time to bookmark Craig Platt’s “Last Laugh” Blog on The Age website for a month of many comics favourite game; “Guess who is posting about themselves on The Age Blog”.
Thursday, frothing to be seeing my anticipated act of the Festival, New York’s Todd Barry. I’ve followed Todd’s deadpanned irony for years, it was a thrill to see him live and great to hear more than a few bits not featured on any of his releases. Judging by his set, he’s sure impressed with Nandos! Todd has a little bit of a past with this very publication, he reads his Inpress review on his “Falling Off The Bone” Cd where he took umbrage at being described as the “Intellectual equivalent of taking a yoga class”. The reaction “ well slap that on my poster… lets go see that honey… it’s like a fucking miserable sweaty yoga class”. Sorry to bring that back up on these very pages Todd. You only have tonight and Thursday to catch him in the ever-changing line-up in the “Headliners” show before he heads home.
Friday night I was “joke counter” in Karl Chandler’s “100 Jokes Per Hour” show at the Portland Hotel. I was side of stage with some oversized joke counting cards ensuring the audience got what they paid for. If the one guy attending that exclaimed, “that one was worth two jokes” was any indication, they did. See this show.
Saturday night, back to the Spleen Bar, then to the Exford for the notorious late night “After Party” Show. This gig can be like doing a set at Jabba The Hutt’s palace… things can get rough and on a Saturday night they’re pretty much bound to. On stage, which is simply standing on the same very sticky carpet everyone else is (“there’s no business like show business, it’s the best business I know”), I was besieged by one of the worst of all heckler types: the incoherent, over UDL’ed, shrieking girl. This type hides at the back of the room screaming at random. Humanity at its “look at me” worst! The next 10 minutes were a blur, her yelling, me retorting, yell, retort, yell, retort, guy eating a burger ring I found on the floor (huh?), yell, retort, yell, retort, friend of heckler flashing her breasts at me, retort, drink thrown in my face, retort with the set ending with the entire crowd (calling back to an earlier joke) singing Enya’s “Sail Away, Sail Away” in the hope they would leave.
Post spot the girl confronted me, her boyfriend shaking his head in a “not again” kind of way. “You don’t know how to handle hecklers” she squealed! I was informed I’m a “misogynist that beat’s my girlfriend”, a comment that my girlfriend couldn’t stop laughing at when I told her and she could do with a good laugh after her Sunday morning beating.
My new fan went to the bar to file a complaint; “Who was the comic that was just on” the reply “Oh you mean the guy that just ripped that drunk girl, he was good hey” sometimes things just go your way. I wished her well on finding anyone that couldn’t care less, who does she think she is? Bindi Irwin?
Heckling, generally an activity reserved for those who can’t handle their drinks or the frustrated would be comedian, in either case I’ll quote a friend who had two over sipped audience members on opening night “no seriously, get the fuck out”.
I’m in shock Oprah & JAY LENO!!! in an advert for the Letterman show… craze!
New York Times-
“It was very friendly, very professional, totally cordial,”