by Cameryn Moore
By the time you read this I will be done with my two shows in Ludlow, a town of 10,500 in the heart of Shropshire, England. The landscape is ruffle-soft-green, rolling with moss-covered walls and crumbling castles, and the predominantly senior-citizen daytrippers all look slightly stunned by all the history. The accepted cure for this seems to be having a quick sit-down on the benches in the town square and eating ice cream, but since the afflicted are sitting in full sun and surrounded by more history, I think this is only a holding strategy. They threw the Fringe launch party at a Thai restaurant and bar whose sign out front says Thai Chang and has done for nine years, but everyone calls the place The Globe, because it was probably the Globe for at least 300 years before that.
'Baby Fringe' sounds perhaps a bit condescending, and I don’t want to do that. I am thoroughly enjoying myself in the town, and as always I find my people. I put up posters on Tuesday—laminated 11x17s taped back to back around lamp posts, and a few strapped to the phone booths, only where that had already been done—and only two have been taken down, not bad, not bad! I’ve been hanging out at the Globe (see above); one of the waitresses that works there won the raffle that Anita ran at a Bad Language spoken word night, so I owe her some Sidewalk Smut. (Oh, yeah, you better believe I support the Ludlow Fringe! By Writing Porn!)
Wisely, Anita didn’t go all out, go into tons of debt or anything. I have heard of other Fringes whose producers thought they needed to make a huge impact straight out of the gate, who over-promised and under-delivered or just outright absconded with the money. Yes, I have heard of these things.
But nothing happened. The show went very well, and people loved that this baby Fringe is taking those steps in a good direction. It is going to be such a strong, beautiful Fringe when it grows up!