Monday, 16 November 2015

More about Performing

  Don't psyche yourself up to go onstage - company prayers, shouting of slogans, whatever it is. If you go onstage psyched, you'll be in a fake frame of mind and will never get to the truth of what you're presenting.  Do your vocal and physical workout, check your props, put your frock, slap and hat on, go onstage. Start your performance from wherever you are in your day. If what your start out with onstage is wrong, you can shake it off.  If you start out psyched, you will never do so. 
  I performed at Sexpo over the weekend and shared a dressing-room with a sumptuous line up including Des O'Connor, the Folly Mixtures, Felipe Reyes, Lolo Brow and the Dreamboys. It was all but silent and still backstage. Ooh La Lou occasionally offered around the packet of Oreos included in the rider; one of the Dreamboys needed a pair of scissors to nick the top of his vest making it easier to rip off; I asked if the embargo on my use of a Dreamboy as my onstage Warrior might be lifted at the eleventh hour, and LoLo wondered if the embargo on any of us touching the punters included throwing a condom at them from onstage? 
  One other performer, let's call her Leigh di McNeedy, did try to get us to join in with her psyching ritual.  She was letting us off lightly this time: she once spent a good twenty minutes talking a full dressing room through the contents of her Ford Kia sized make-up box at the request of absolutely none of us.
  'Wooh, last day of Sexpo, guys, let's smash it!' 
  We had another Oreo, the Dreamboy found some scissors, Lolo was given the go-ahead to throw her condom.
  'Wooh, guys, wooh - yah - last day of Sexpo, guys!' 
  'Finally!'  I said. 
  Leigh di McNeedy turned eagerly to me, hand held for a high five. I shook my head at her, and indicated Kelly, the show's producer, who was standing in the stage right wing opposite with Lotan Carter.  

                                                     Lotan's knee...

  'The dreamboys' boss says okay you can use Lotan just this once,' Kelly had just mouthed to me. 'But mind his knee!'
  'Wooh,' Leigh said lamely, and pretended she'd put her hand in the air to check the fall of her costume sleeve. 

  It's a lie to psyche, as I said - and, it has to be asked: if you psyche, what else do you lie about?
  If you're Leigh di McNeedy, apparently, you lie about being brilliant at twerking. You talk the stage crew into letting you demonstrate twerking for the ten male contestants who will compete to win a Twerking Butt Sex Toy worth £1,000. 
  You demand a fee for giving the demonstration, actually. 
  You refuse to twerk after all, the piss-takery, if there's no extra fee in it.  
  No, you don't want one of those twerking bottom things instead what would you do with it..?
  Oh, sell it on Ebay, can you? 
  Brilliant idea! 
  So, being Leigh, you go onstage to demonstrate twerking for a grand's worth of sextoy. 
  You can't really twerk. 
  You demand to know if we watched you, did we see you, oh my god, you were twerking, like, for a whole track?  
  And you've fully deserved this thousand quid twerking bottom thing to put on Ebay. 

  Tell you, Leigh, who was watching - Nemesis.
  But let judgment roll down as waters, and righteousness as a mighty stream.
  Or, put another way: Ebay doesn't allow the sale of sextoys. 



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