I think the Tuxedo Cat just might become my favourite thing of the festival. It's an independent, underground (literally) and mighty fun venue. The first time I took someone there last year their comment as we were walking down the stairs was: "We're going to a show, right? You're not about to kill me...?". You can see why this thought came into their head:
But once you get inside you are welcomed into a place which celebrates innovative, independent and daring comedy. Like I said, Mecca.
Santoni Cabaretoni is organised by the prodigious Stephanie Brotchie of Slow Clap (and possibly other people – probably Dr Brown – I'm sure you're great too). It runs every Friday and Saturday of the festival (I think). Dr Brown* hosted the laid back event which included bite-sized segments of artists including:
- Wing Attack! – deliciously wordy, dry two man sketches
- Zoe Coombs Marr – I am 54% jealous that I'm not her, 46% looking forward to seeing her show and 100% wanting to be her best friend
- Sexytime! – accents, 70's costumes, brilliant characters and dance, yep, it's got it all
- Steve Sheehan – the girl next to me actually thought an audience member had jumped on stage and was just being hilarious.
Other acts that I don't have time to write a sentence about but were totally bodacious include Dr Professor Neal Portenza, John Conway and Poet Laureate Telia Neville. The 1.5 hour show had a willing, open audience and was like a mini Gala showcasing those who haven't been paid thousands of dollars to come here by the Festival Office and are doing this comedy thing for the pure love of it. And it shows.
I gather this thing will be different every night so no guarantees on who will be on and what will happen – but that's when the funniest stuff happens, right?
*Update: I shook hands with him. He looked me in the eye. But he didn't say "I love you". Yet. If you don't know what I'm talking about you haven't read my earlier posts so just don't even worry about it or anything.