Back To The Fringe Again
This does all, funnily enough, tie back into the Fringe. I think the Fringe plays a huge part in the inbuilt belief most comedians have that the world is looking at them. Every year we put ourselves onstage and tell the story of what we thought about that year, in a way that helps us to process and make sense of what we’ve experienced, and in a way that hopefully creates joy and laughter and intrigue for other people who can recognise their own experiences in the things we say. This year, as I suggested last week, I’m trying to come to look at my life not as a story but simply as something I’m experiencing. Last year the Edinburgh Fringe was cancelled, but I’d already made a show, so I just used lockdown to adapt that show into a film, and that meant I got to process the “narrative” of my year into something other people could see and, I hope, find meaning in. This year, nobody knows if the Fringe will happen or not (for what it’s worth, I think it absolutely shouldn’t, and very much don’t think I’ll be taking part in it if it does). As a result, I find myself not knowing what the “narrative” of my year will be.
This weekend the thought hit me with sudden clarity - “I think I’m just going to try and have a nice time.” These moments of clarity descend every now and again. I remember a few years ago at the Fringe I bumped into John-Luke Roberts on Day 4 and asked him how it was going and he said “You know what, I’ve actually just decided to have a really nice time this year. And to not worry so much about all the difficult stuff.” I saw him again near the end of the month and asked him if he’d managed to maintain that mindset and he said “Oh God no. But for a good while I did. And whenever it got tough, I just reminded myself and it made things a bit better.” I think I’m going to try to remind myself of the same things for as long as I’m able to keep that mindset, and to try and learn the lesson that turning your life into a story that makes sense to other people looking in is considerably less important than finding meaning in the days themselves. I’m sure I’ll still find some sort of solid creative outlet this year (perhaps it’ll be the Big Project I hinted at last week which, if it does happen, will be quite a big, long undertaking), but I’m going to try and stop worrying about what that will be. I’m also well aware of the irony of trying to process these epiphanies in a weekly newsletter, but hey ho.
A Cool New Thing In Comedy - Last week the BBC announced their Festival Of Funny, a massive celebration of UK comedy new and old to help lift people’s spirits in the wake of fucking Covid. There are TV specials dedicated to comedy icons like Tommy Cooper and Victoria Wood, but maybe most exciting are the original pilots and radio specials from up-and-coming comics which are being showcased by the Festival. I’m particularly excited about the Delightful Sausage’s upcoming Radio 2 pilot.
What’s Made Me Laugh The Most - Somehow I’d never seen it before, but this video of Dominic Monaghan and Elijah Wood being stupid during a press junket for The Return Of The King popped up on Twitter this week and really made my week.
Album Of The Week - A Scarcity Of Miracles by Jakzsyk, Fripp & Collins. I’ve got into a lot of trouble for listening to this this week, because Miranda says King Crimson are “pretentious” and “unlistenable.” I like prog, so I’m never going to agree with that, but I have eventually adapted to listen to Crimson on headphones instead of out loud. Anyway, this was a sort of secret King Crimson album released in 2011 which I never listened to because it was released under a different name. But it’s got Crimson mainstay Robert Fripp, plus old hands like Mel Collins and Tony Levin, so it’s more or less a legit KC album. It’s also decidedly on the more gentle/ambient/pretty end of their output, so even if you hate 10-minute three-way drum battles and polyrhythmic Chapman stick breakdowns, you might quite like it.
Film Of The Week - Adaptation, obvs, but I already banged on about it above, so I won’t be a bore and repeat myself. It’s good, though.
Book Of The Week - Love Factually: The Science Of Who, How And Why We Love by Laura Mucha. Laura Mucha spent several years travelling all over the world and interviewing strangers about their experience of romantic love, and has put together this really lovely, thought-provoking collage of different voices exploring how they feel about one of those subjects everybody feels slightly mystified by.
This Week’s Story
I’m afraid I’m doing another week with no short story in it, and hope you all understand! I started writing those short stories at the start of the year because I didn’t have much to work on at the time, and trying to write out some stuff in prose instead of working on a scripted thing felt like a nice change of focus for a bit. I’ve now got a bunch of other projects I need to pay attention to, so the short stories will probably become a “When I have the time to write up a new one” side-project rather than a regular fixture of this newsletter. I think there will be one next week!
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Here’s a picture of an Easter Egg I found in the park. Have a great week everyone,
Joz xx