La Clique and Starvin

So I’ve been somewhat inattentive of this the last few days, due to real life getting in the way, as it always does! But the Fringe goes on, and we’ve only got a little time left!

Last Wednesday, shocker, nearly a week ago, I was lucky enough to go to La Clique in the Spiegeltent. I went with the very rigid expectaton that it was basically going to be a burlesque show, lots of boob, lots of tassle, maybe a few hula hoops for good measure - but I was in actual fact very, very wrong. La Clique is, in fact, a circus of sorts, where people from all over the world, with all sorts of skills, come together to show the audience that no matter what your skill or dream is, if you persue it, you might make it someday. On the very, very edge of my seat I watched a man climb through two tennis rackets, a beautiful girl hula hoop for her life (I bought a hula hoop yesterday) in a really cool way, as opposed to a, ‘ooh check out how sexy I am’  kind of way. That doesn’t go to say the show isn’t incredibly sexy, as well as incredibly funny, and nervewracking to hell – I did watch several portions of it through my fingers.

I feel like I’m slipping into a really boring reviewing style, isn’t that devastating? The show was awesome – I won’t spoil it, obviously, but I’ll just say that the character who gave the rendition of Radiohead’s ‘Creep’, well it gave the song, and La Clique, a whole new meaning for me. The show was stunning on an aesthetic level, but at the same time, something deeper resonated with me from it. We really can do whatever we want, if we love it enough. So maybe it really is time to start loving the little strange things that make us happy. So when you go see it, if you go see it, go with open eyes and an open mind because it might just touch a nerve, and make you think a little differently about what we’re all capable of.

I mean like, not that I’m going to run away and join the circus or anything, but I did buy a hula hoop. And a Bob Marley CD to hula to (that wasn’t part of La Clique though). After I finish writing this I’m going to go out to my garden to practise some more, even though it is a little cold outside.

Then on Sunday afternoon, I went to see Starvin’ in the Project at 1.30. Again with me being a philistine, 4 naked people moving around in front of me for an hour literally just confused me. I tried again and again to understand what sort of narrative they were attempting to display, but it completely missed me. I didn’t even have the time to stay for the Q&A afterwards to suss it out; I hope I might meet them at the Artists Bar or something to suss it out further. As a peice of art, it is nightmarish and dark, but I may have gotten that impression from my own confusion. From what I could interpret, it dealt with issues of ageing and life and relationships with other people… I wish I could go again just to try and understand. It was 13 euro concession mind you, so unless you’ve a taste for dance (or nudity) I’d think twice.

Going to Group Therapy for One tonight, and then tomorrow Camille O’Sullivan. Big love all, I’m off to get my hula on and have a bit of a dance in the garden – definately a dacent aul cure for a tired soul!

 

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