Tag: the butterfly club

So due to popular demand – i.e. one person on Facebook asking me, yes I really am that cheap – I am so stoked to be bringing my ridiculous spontaneous cabaret shenanigans to my soulmate city, Melbourne! Tix are onsale now, I’d love to see you there. Fully Made Up: An Improvised Cabaret at Melbourne Cabaret Fringe Festival When: Tuesday July 4 to Sunday July 9, 8.30pm Where: The Butterfly Club, Carson Place, off Little Collins St (between Swanston & Elizabeth) Tix: Available here.

The roller coaster is almost at its end. I am utterly exhausted in each and every way. I heard some terribly sad news today about a friend of mine from Canada who passed away suddenly a few days ago; I went into shock followed by sadness followed immediately by what I can only describe as emotional disconnection, my body/psyche knowing full well that in the midst of this insanity, I need to put any kind of “dealing” on hold until next week. I am constantly reminded that a) life really is an unexpected variety show; and b) there really is…

If it weren’t for energy drinks and Melbourne coffee, I would be in a coma right now. Highlights of the past few days: – undoubtedly doing a guest spot in Spanzac Ballet, a late night glam rock gig at the HiFi Festival Club last night. I sang Skyhooks. I covered my poor lyric recall with a stunning lightning bolt across my face. I then proceeded to be approached by half of Melbourne’s tipsy wildlife on the walk back to the car. It was pretty damn epic. – being joined by the wondrous Ruth Sullivan to interpret two shows this weekend.…

1. The stomach bug has left the building! Huzzah! It’s at least had the courtesy to take turns between us here family members, meaning that at least one person is okay enough to man the fort while the others lie spread-eagle on any flat surface, moaning and groaning and all the rest…plus nestled itself most conveniently between last weekend’s Powerhouse shows and my upcoming season at Melbourne International Comedy Festival – I leave Saturday (AAAGGGHH!) so you know. There’s always light at the end of the bucket. 2. It’s official: my first weekend of shows in Melbourne will be interpreted…

I got up yesterday and looked at my ticket sales and it hit me: only FIVE SHOWS LEFT?! What?! How on earth did that happen? I suppose the gazillion or so guest spots have distracted me from the reality that this roller coaster I’m on is actually coming to an end soon. I will not go quietly. This week has felt a lot more settled. Somebody told me yesterday that until you’ve done a month-long festival, you can’t really understand the rhythm of it. I guess the marathon comparison continues. Though in the spirit of full disclosure, I shouldn’t even…