At the Fringe Festival. This is where I was last night, on the pretty carpet at Music Hall. Music Hall is a beautiful place, with wonderful painted ceilings. The Fringe Festival was a 14 hour long festival of art outside the mainstream, at least that’s what it was suppose to be. I went with Mark and my BFF Julia, and I do feel kinda bad about, well, sorta wasting their evenings. We weren’t there for the whole fourteen hours, we only made it about six. We got there in time for Torch with a Twist, the old timey vaudeville show Mark and I had already seen at Cliff Bell’s. They are always fun, and Julia got to see Fleck love his glass globes into defying gravity, and Shoebomb twirl his wonderful colored lights. Then was Polka Floyd, where we saw the dark side of the polka, delightful! We missed most of Little Bang Theory, opting for a quick, relatively good, relatively cheap meal at the Golden Fleece, and made it back for possibly the worst show I have ever seen in my life (and that’s saying a lot) Champions of Breakfast. Two awful guys dancing poorly to music they recorded (I assume) on their I-pod. Wretched, and painful. Luis Resto and Combo helped save the evening with jazz. After which we sat through a pretty boring fashion show by Dolce Moda, and when Los Mintrels Del Diablo started their act we decided we had been tortured enough and went on our way. I can only hope the eight hours of the festival we missed had something these six did not.
There was also an art show, most of it what you’d expect in Detroit, With the usual Niagara and Jerry Vile paintings, but there were a couple of standouts. One was Cristin Richard, who made beautiful dresses out of resin covered pig gut, managing to be both feminine and creepy. The other was the sewer cover prints of Guillermo Resto, reminding us where we stand.
I confess I had a good time, but not good enough to warrant the price. Unless the roster of acts improves greatly next year, I won’t be back. Considering how poorly populated the festival was, I kinda doubt the festival will be back.
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