Autumn’s Here Fringe Performance Archive

It’s taken me a while to figure out how to successfully download the HD video of Autumn’s Here which was filmed for the Fringe Performance Archive on August 23.

Finally I managed by upgrading my DropBox account which allows for the download of large files. Wesley M Shrum told me he was particularly pleased with the audio as the other chosen EdFringe shows had been particularly noisy. Despite being at the far end of Fingers Piano Bar, the audio managed to pick up pretty much everything – including folks who came to chat at the bar, squeaking chairs and opening rest room doors in need of a good oiling.

I’ve edited slightly (one day I may try to enhance the audio) and here are the four segments I uploaded to YouTube. Please feel free to listen and share.

Part One:

Part Two:

Part Three:

Part Four:

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EdFringe Synchronicity

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Sunny Sunday afternoon, Newhaven shore, Firth of Forth.

There’s been a fair bit of synchronicity going on since I arrived in Edinburgh.  Too busy in the weeks preceding the Fringe I’d left finding accommodation till the last minute.  I arrived a day earlier than the viewing arrangement for my flat, preferring to spend one night at a guest night which I suspected wasn’t too far from the flat’s location.  How convenient to discover that the flat was just 50 yards from the guest house on the same street.

Another example was last Saturday when a man who came to see my show introduced himself beforehand as Stu, asking if I was the Alison Chabloz who’d sent him some information about a fracking site in Canonbie near the Scottish Borders two years ago. Earlier the same day, Stu had taken his 2-year old granddaughter to see a show at New Waverley Arches and seen one of my posters. The name ‘Chabloz’ rang a bell so he decided to come along to my show and see if he was right – which he was : I am indeed one of Stu’s anti-fracking comrades. Never thought I’d say this : Hooray for Facebook!  And please don’t tell me that putting up posters is a waste of time.

These kinds of moments help to convince me that the Fringe is definitely worthwhile and – best of all – last night the Fringe Performance Archive came to film my show.

Each year a small but diverse group of shows is filmed, representing a sample of the Fringe, now the largest concentration of performance art in world history. A systematic selection procedure yields a representative group of performances. The footage is preserved and available for private viewing after a moratorium period.

The cameraman was delighted with my performance saying he’d made the best film (broadcast quality) so far.  As only 30 shows are chosen each year it’s quite a privilege.  The footage is placed in a time-capsule; I’ll be able to access a copy when the Fringe is over and upload a showreel to Youtube.

Six more shows to go. Do come along if you can!

Free speech at the free Fringe: my first performance in Sin

I’m seriously thinking of going into stand-up. How to describe the utter joy of being able to get up on stage and label as numpties and fuckwits those dear creatures who thought it a good idea to write to EdFringe in a sad and vain attempt to get my show banned?

Oh dear! Toys angrily projected from prams..!

Yes, I’m gloating. Too fucking right I am!

I won’t go into the details of these no-lives; these playground social media bullies.  There’s plenty of information out there if you search…

Yesterday I had two gigs asides my show : the first a short spot at the Freestival press launch and then an hour on stage at Sin nightclub on Cowgate.  I’ve waited my whole life to perform in Sin.

A friend asked if playing in Sin meant there hadn’t been any ceremony binding me to my instrument.  I replied that I’m thinking of divorcing because of a nasty rattle on my G string.  Why always the G, I ask?

At Sin I sang, strummed and spoke.  I told the audience about my surprise at being the only artist at #EdFringe to be using the hashtags #FreePalestine and #VoteCorbyn.

Cheers and applause.

I also told the audience that a group of people have been desperately hounding me, trying to get me sacked from jobs, trying to get my shows banned; that this group – many of whom seem to be associated with “Britain’s vilest troll”, Robert Ambridge aka Old Holborn – were all, ironically, waving “Je suis Charlie” banners last January… Fuckwits.

Ambridge, like so many of his associates, is a liar and a hypocrite; a pretend Libertarian guru of freedom of expression who can dish it out but.. etc., etc. Apparently, Ambridge is also best pals with some top notch Essex plod.

Of course, Ambridge and his pack of social media dogs aren’t likely to turn up to any of my gigs, especially not in Scotland.  Their oh-so-important, illustrious, establishment-arse-licking opinions are worthy only of the crazed meanderings of Twitter and soon the dustbins of history.

How does it feel to stand on stage, explain the above in just a few words ending with a sharply delivered “Fuckwits!”? Pretty damn good.  And how does it feel when the audience reacts with cheers and laughter?

You see, it’s all very well for keyboard warriors to mock and laugh at others from behind the safe shelter of their handheld or other devices. And if by their tone and puerile level of debate they wish to portray themselves quite clearly as nasty idiots, then so be it.  However, laughing alone at a computer screen could never compare with real-life, shared laughter.  Hopefully, there’ll be more to come tonight.

Music and opinion from Alison Chabloz tonight, Saturday August 14, 7.45pm at Fingers Piano Bar, Frederick Street and then at 1am in Sin, Cowgate.