Tag: An Unexpected Variety Show

Oh my freaking word. So I’m so utterly beyond stoked to let you know that a bucket list dream is coming true later this year: I’m going to be performing An Unexpected Variety Show in New York City! I truly cannot believe it except that I can because it’s officially up, tickets are on sale and I have a new poster and everything. CUE CRAZY SELF INDULGENT HAPPY DANCE! First show is scheduled for October 28th, if that sells out then they will be adding new dates, I would dearly LOVE to perform it as much as humanly possible – heck,…

So Jen, what’s the scariest part of adjusting to life with no functional feet? Is it giving up spontaneous dancing in the supermarket? Is it injecting your own squeamish self with blood thinners daily so that you don’t, you know, clot? Is it not being able to duck the toilet quickly without anyone noticing but instead, having an entourage heralding the breaking of the bladder with a trumpet call? Why no, my dear friends. All of this is grist for my memoirs… …the truly terrifying part is the realisation that you’re going to have next to no income for the…

  I have a song in An Unexpected Variety Show called “Real Love” which has lyrics like: “Will you love me when I’m in a sick old hag, and I’ve traded my Gucci for a bladder bag?” It was inspired by reading about a couple, the woman of which had been in a terrible car accident and how her husband had been so incredible becoming her carer. That, I remember thinking, is real love. When I was caring for Mum, I would berate her often about her unwillingness to ask me for help. She would wait and wait and wait…

Source: emilyokada.tumblr.com via Gala on Pinterest   Writing a new show is scary. I remember tearing my hair out when I was starting what finally became “An Unexpected Variety Show”, namely cos the whole process was just so damn messy that it left me wondering (more often than not) whether it was EVER going to actually look like anything other than a bunch of disconnected index cards covering the floor. My sister came over yesterday and between dissuading toddlers from swallowing Christmas ornaments, we talked through the new show (which, if you’ve been following along, you’ll know the Betties are…

So Caleb (my 8-year-old) came and saw my show for the very first time (at the Judith Wright Centre a coupla weeks back). I gave him a pretty good pep-talk in the week leading up to it, explaining that he had to show me he was mature enough to handle the fact there’d be some adult words and ideas, and that just because he heard them didn’t mean he was allowed to go ahead and use them! Anyway, besides it being such a total rockstar joy to see both my kids’ beaming faces in the crowd (and Caleb cracked up…