Phillip Low, one of the intrepid Fringe Bloggers, blogged about Glorious Noise.
Wow...thanks, dude.
Phillip is part of, the head of, Maximum Verbosity. My first encounter with him came about this time
last year. He had a show in the Fringe called Camelot is Crumbling,
which blended classical theatre with slam poetry. I'm selling it short
here because I find it nearly impossible to categorize his work. He was participating in one of our podcast recording sessions.
He's a young guy. He didn't know hardly anyone in the room. Most of the artists either knew other folks who we were recording or had an ensemble to hang with. He caught me attention because he was obviously alone and obviously nervous.
And then he stepped up on stage and blew me the hell away. I caught his Fringe show, arriving late and talking the usher into letting me in anyway and skulked in to the back. The show had gotten some reviews that were...um...less than kind. It was a bit uneven but it represented to me the best of what the Fringe does...kicking open the door of opportunity to artists with something interesting to say and an original way of saying it. Yeah, I thought there were flaws in the production, some glaring. But sometimes you can see something like that and still know...cannot escape...that you are in the presence of an enormous talent that is raw and still finding and refining itself.
That's Phillip.
He's got one show left of Libertarian Rage, his offering at the BLB. It's on tonight at 7pm. I'll be there. If any of y'all Minneapolitans are looking for something to do tonight, come on down and we'll hang. You really should see this guy. He's got the talent, commitment, and voice to be around for awhile and the ride is just going to keep getting better.
That's what I like most about the Fringe. Finding one of those new voices and quietly turning into a theatre stalker as I lurk in the shadows watching the evoloution of that voice.
I hope that's not creepy. Or illegal.