Ignite your mid-week with a Wednesday morning of laughter in the comfort of one of Adelaide’s best venues . . . Free morning tea. Special prices for seniors.
Free morning tea. Special prices for seniors. Just a couple of the more obvious clues signposted in the Good Morning Comedy Fringe spiel that my obstinate brain wilfully failed to acknowledge.
Even with the especial mention promoting the Mercury Cinema’s comfort-factor, it still refused to twig. A stand-up promoter once told me that, according to the psychology of tension and release, he would abandon the air-con, strip out the comfy chairs, and sell more tickets than the venue’s overall available arse-space. In contrast, today’s promoter apologised for the poor turn-out by way of the unfortunate Wednesday time-slot coinciding with ‘canasta morning’. I kid you not. Tension and release here would necessitate a concern for Tena supplies.
Of course, my selective neurons chose to instead narrow in on the ‘ignite’ element of the marketing material, envisioning themselves a test-subject in some radical societal reimagining straight from the John Lennon songbook. Could swapping out Samantha Armytage for a session of intentional comedy over a bowl of pre-work Weetbix bring peace to our planet? Would a workaday world of chuckle-primed citizens herald a bright new era of technological innovation, eliminate corporate greed, and contribute to lowering cholesterol? I was ready to take the one day challenge.
The results, while perhaps short of a socio-cultural epiphany, were still a revelation. And instructively so, insomuch as that my previous review’s comedy-related commentary on those of advanced age could be considered a trifle inflammatory, like arthritic ankles after a long day of croquet. But sitting stone-cold sober in a well-lit and comfortable theatre among a fleet of senior citz to watch stand-up on a Wednesday before midday – well, it all just somehow worked; an agreeably cheerful blue-rinse revolution of the pleasant canasta-skipping kind.
As one comedian quipped, perhaps it was the generally low expectations, as the audience had collectively reached a point in their lives where they really could not give a fuck. Indeed, one chap even brought along a newspaper in case he got bored. But the gala comedians, MC Eddie Bannon (Ire), Gordon Southern (Eng), Ray Bradshaw (Scot), and Australia’s Simon Taylor, were excellent to a man, witty and well-paced, with their own apparent bemusement at the attendance-demographic shining through in an all-round good-natured performance with plentiful off-the-cuff age-based ribbing and a slew of well-received Adelaide observations.
So, is ante meridiem merriment the potential new ‘mindfulness’, set to loosen the gloomy shackles of Capitalism and propel the workforce into each shiny new day with a greater creative awareness and warm open heart? Or could it at least make the office populace a smidge more gelastic, the comedy-equivalent of watching a Steven Seagal flick and then-after mimicking limb-snapping smooth-maneuvers on low-lying branches? Apparently not. But while my mornings are already mostly comedic pre-caffeination, I thoroughly enjoyed Good Morning Comedy for its odd alignment of stars. All five of them. Faultless.