by Cameryn Moore
Over here I have caught myself, with embarrassing frequency, describing the Canadian Fringe circuit, with the intent of favourably contrasting it to the ways in which UK Fringes are run. This is called 'making an invidious comparison' and, I decided early on in my stay here, doing this is no way to endear myself to my producers or the local populace—it makes me sound like a whiney little baby—so I’m trying to keep from doing it.
… so once again I am struggling to keep up, and to not get down on myself for having to learn how to get through Fringe, over and over and over again I have to learn, because each one here is so, so different! Yes, yes, Canadian Fringes are different from each other too, but only in flavor, not in general approach. If you do a Canadian Fringe, you know to look for queues and you know to check out the late-night events, and you look for the beer tent and the timetable board, and that’s where you make friends and influence people to come to your show. I figured that shit out during my first year on the CAFF circuit. It’s hard work, but it’s easily sorted.
I am sitting with my current philosophy of careful, targeted flyering for Phone Whore and wondering if it’s time to throw all that to the wind and just stand on a busy corner holding out cards and yelling “PHONE WHORE!” I don’t think I will, but I’m contemplating it, which is a healthful mental process, I think. Make sure I’m not missing anything crucial, ya know.