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Creativity starves insanity
Scanning through the mailing lists, Ross Noble's show was noted at a high chance of being sold out. This fact labelled clear with the words, "SOLD OUT" on the notice against the blurb and description for Noodlemeister. Still, there were session times to read and a chance to meet up with some unfamiliar faces with a hint of familiarity.
Two tickets left at the door. Minutes conferring were minutes too long as they were then snapped up in the walk back up to the box office at Parramatta Riverside. There, with the sheer luck and timing of the girl of rather frequent travels of late, six extra tickets opened themselves up for the group.
"It was meant to be," said she, the counter girl and the woman of the couple whose six friends ditched them that very second en masse.
Plate-sized pizzas and a jug of water inside a tall bottle later, the theatre was filling up rather quick. Sold out with a row of seven seats clear empty, even with latecomers savaged by Noble.
Quick firing and all over the place, Noble rarely pauses, and when he does, he's off on another tangent. There is no linearity within the show, a rather natural feeling, organic and in the moment. This constant disconnect between one thread and the next is a thing to be in the mood for and certainly not for those who expect others to be logical and direct.
Everyone else was laughing their heads off and a couple of the group were looking over wondering why their whole row wasn't laughing til they could not breathe without massive hacking coughs desperate for air. Reading the jokes as they play, the show is indeed pretty funny. Just didn't feel it.
Soon Van - Monday, 21 March 2005 - 17:54
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