Things have been quiet
for me on the festival front the last few days, the day job has been
occupying my time, so this was going to be an article about why
sometimes I say 'festival' or 'festivals' and sometimes I say
'Fringe'. Those confused by that will have to wait, though, because
over those days the news of actor and comedian Robin Williams'
suicide came through to us.
The sad clown is a
cliché for a reason, comedians are almost all haunted by the black
dog as are a great deal of other performers and creative types. I've
read articles which, in the case of comedians, puts this down to
something which occurs in childhood. Personally I put it down to a
flaw in the human brain - that a quick-fire mind has a way of burning to ash on a semi-regular basis.
Whereas my own
adventures are mostly in theatre the Fringe's big thing is comedy;
stand-up comics of varying levels of fame, ability and sanity are
everywhere. To put so many of these bi-polar personalities in one
place has a definite effect. Visitors (especially those only visiting
for a short time) may only see the vibrancy - the endless things to
see and do whatever their tastes, the dozens of places to buy
overpriced alcohol until 5am, the costumed characters and local
eccentrics enjoying having a larger audience.
As with the sad clown
it is a very different story behind the curtain. The Fringe can make
or break an individual or a company. Venues can be something other
than expected, marketing can fail no matter how good, crucial cast
members can fall sick and all this in a city where the population has
doubled and chaos reigns supreme. Stress is no stranger even to the
successful performers and as the unsuccessful performers begin to
haemorrhage money a hungry look comes into their eyes.
The Fringe is your
funny, manic friend. Grinning on the outside but look deep into its
eyes and you will see roiling emotions and the precipice.
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