Back from Radelaide
I’ve spent the last three days in Adelaide, doing a lightning tour of Fringe Shows and generally being the bad kind of friend who doesn’t let anyone know that I was in town. Caught a total of six shows, ate a lot of great food, and hung out with the fam. The fringe is an interesting experience when you’re a writer, because you really start seeing the difference between the “competent, polished, and dull” and the “flawed, but interesting and ambitious.” We hit one of the former in a final night, and largely walked away angry–there was nothing technically wrong with the show, but it was centred around a gimmick and had nothing at it’s heart. Strip away the gimmick and we could have had a similar experience by wandering into a pub and making requests of a decent cover band. I hit two of the latter–shows that were not good, but were interesting as heck–and my immediate response was
