This Guardian article from the Edinburg Fringe Festival brings back happy, harried, and horrible memories of my Fringe Experiences.
The fringe festival gave me some of the best experiences of my life. My first experience in orchestrating a production was a Fringe show with five actors and an incredible array of sound cues. I was Artistic Director, Playwright, Actor, Publicity man, etc. Probably my biggest advantage was my military experience from a few years earlier, which had provided me with the experience of mobilizing small teams to accomplish objectives under stressful circumstances.
When I go to Fringe Festival, I am not looking for the next big hit. I am looking for the quirky, the strange, the daring, the funny. Basically I am looking for the shows that scream out, "I have some talent, I am intelligent, I have this crazy idea that nobody would ever produce or invest in!"
I have to say that I have had some of my greatest or strangest stage memories from fringy productions. One, right off the top of my head, was Roblin Gray's Mumble in Numbskull, an existential clown show which haunts me to this day. A strange little play in which a group of people wore Mardi Gras masks as they enacted a talk show while voices would come over the sound system.
Now, unfortunately, we see the tide turning toward the great Sundance Festival Rising.