Friday morning I headed to King’s Cross Station to go to Fringe. I met Sergio and Craig at the station, as they were taking the same train as I was. The train happened to be on platform 4, so I got a picture where the Harry Potter filming actually happened. The train was easy, with a direct route to Edinburgh. We got in around 1pm, and headed straight to the dorms. We had to wait a bit beforehand, and I got to hang out with some of the Manchester group at a pub before checking in. The link to check in was way too long and they were being very slow about checking everyone in. I got the key, changed, and then found Jamie, my roommate, to let him into the room without him needing to wait another 30 minutes.
We got ready and headed straight to Brewhemia. The stage was in the back section, which was still quite large. We could only fit half the group on the stage. It was so cramped with the call time being a little too far in advance of the actual show. We did the warmup in an emergency exit hallway, and then went on for the show. The men were on stage with the women spread around the balconies. The worst part was that the musical director was only visible from the waist down for the women in the balcony, so for their parts he would squat and turn around to direct. It looked absurd, and nobody could really hear the music well. Despite that it was a great time.
After that I headed back to the dorm for the StartX AI Roundtable. After that I went to a show called Score where three dancers were hooked up to electrodes that would cause their muscles to contract. The dancers did some of the movements on their own, but also had the electrodes fire in sync so that their movements were coordinated by the tech director. It was strange and went on for four times too long, but was still fascinating. I was too tired to go to some of the later shows, so went back and got sleep.
The next day we had breakfast then headed to the church for the first of three Saturday shows. I got there very early, and then everyone showed up for a great performance. It was hard to hear the music again, but this performance was the only one with dedicated space for us, and a ticketed audience. There were over 200 people there, and I was amazed at how many came to see us. We did really well, and then we split up to grab some food before the second performance. We hung out in the park under the castle, where the second and third performances would be. We did one at the Scots memorial, then another at the band stand. Both went really well, and we had more practice and better layouts, getting to take up more room and make a big arc around the musical director.
After the two shows I quickly went back to change and made it to the “I wish my life were like a musical” show, which was really funny and had some amazing singers. Then I had drinks with some of the Manchester people again before heading to Arcade, which was supposed to be an immersive experience, but wasn’t all that immersive in my opinion. It was darkness with a choose your own adventure audio story. I again called it a night early by Fringe standards, but a normal night for me. Sunday I had breakfast then went to two shows, “Side Quest” and “Behind.” They were amusing, but neither was great. Side Quest was an audience suggestion based adventure story, and Behind was a woman’s stand up comedy routine vaguely based on how she saw her sex life like Henry VIII’s sex life.
The train back was much longer than the one there, as I took the westerly route. It worked out, but the wifi was even worse than on the way up.
I really appreciated the chance to perform at Edinburgh Fringe with the choir. It was amazing, and I really liked having the same group to perform with several times in a row. It was a lot easier to talk with other choir members, and the time between shows was especially good for allowing for chatting. I also heard more varied voices than usual. Some great, some decent. There was one baritone that kept singing an octave down, but it worked out. I’ll be taking at least one term break from West End Musical Choir, and we’ll see if I want to rejoin in the spring or not.
Weekend of London week 137