Fringin & Flagons Presents: The Last Stand Tavern

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Michael Marinaccio and Tracy McCoy acted as the MCs setting each scene in The Last Stand Tavern which was staged at in Ten10 Brewing which was the perfect venue at the Orlando International Fringe Festival. Different guest performers are introduced at each show, adding to the chaos.

The show was built around a Roll Playing game, or TTRPG (Tabletop Role-Playing Game). I am not very familiar with roll playing games, so I had to take the show at it’s face value. I think that some of the audience reactions came from a familiarity with certain RPGs. Every scene was completely improvised often to hilarious effect.

Improv actors seated on the stage had to stand in for characters in an apocalyptic vision of the word where zombies are about to overrun a tavern. Players would roll a large die to determine the energy they might have to overcome each obstacle.

Though starting playful and light, the zombie hoards and dark lord are too much for any character to overcome. Each roll of the die resulted in an almost certain bloodbath. Perhaps that is just the way of the world. None of us will get out of this game alive. Heroes are the first to go.

The bottom line is that was a fun Fringe show with many unexpected turns and plenty of laughs.

Fringe: Dolly F***king Madison

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This Orlando International Fringe Festival show was at Ten10 Brewing which was packed. I managed to find a spot at the back of the room at a picnic table. A full-length portrait of George Washington. An American flag stood at center stage. America’s first president was hung on stage. I started this sketch fascinated by a cowboy seated at the bar.

This Fringe show was about Dolly Madison, the wife of James Madison the fourth president of the United States. In the War of 1812, America was once again at war with Britain because American trade with France had been limited. In 1814, America lost a major battle and the British invaded Washington DC.

Dolly Madison was a highly regarded hostess who held parties at the White House that brought both parties of government together to discuss policy over food and drink. She helped to establish the idea that members of each party could amicably socialize, network, and negotiate with each other without violence. She essentially created and nurtured bipartisan politics.

Two British Soldiers entered the stage from the back of the theater. A private was played by Brandon Roberts who was glad to accept a cup of drink from Dolly Madison. What followed was an open discussion about what makes American politics work. Brandon’s superior officer was a misogynist who firmly believed women had no place in a male dominated society. Brandon started to understand and accept Dolly’s position, while his superior stood firm. When the first lady shouted out, “Do you have any idea who I am? I am Dolly F***king Madison!” The audience went wild.

Brandon, whose speech began to slur, started to talk about King Charles who was narcissistic and was showing signs of irrational dementia. It was clear that the king was acting very much like the 47th president of the United States. When Dolly explained the system of checks and balances in the American constitution that should keep such a madman from absolute power, the audience cheered.

The British wanted to burn the house down, but Dolly made sure that the portrait of Washington and important documents were saved. She talked the British soldiers into helping her get the portrait off the wall. By the end of the scene even the patriarchal British Lieutenant was sitting and started to accept Dolly’s hospitality and opinions. Reason was winning over force.

British troops led by Major General Robert Ross entered the city of Washington DC and set fire to the U.S. Capitol, the White House, and other public buildings. The burning of Washington, D.C. marked the only time since the Revolutionary War that a foreign power has captured and occupied the U.S. capital.

Though Dolly could not stop the rampage, she managed to talk reason to two soldiers. The world be a much better place if a woman could lead the country away from violence and towards rational thought.

I love a play that introduces some often ignored history and manages to make it feel very contemporary.

Brandon, if you are out there, get in touch with me at analogartistdigitalworld@gmail.com.I want to get this original sketch to you.I am drawing a blank trying to get in touch with you through Facebook.

Fringe: Private Parts: The Secrets We Keep

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The acclaimed one-woman show Private Parts: The Secrets We Keep, was written and performed by female actress and masterful storyteller Joanna Rannelli in Ten10 Brewing at this year’s Orlando International Fringe Festival. Her show was candid, raw  and often funny.

When she started reflecting on her youth, her story started to cause me to reach deep into my own memories which I had long swept into the recesses of my mind. She started talking about her mother being in the hospital. Relatives decided it would be best if the young Joanna did not see her mother when she was so close to the end of their life. I imagine they must have wanted to save the young Joanna from seeing her mother so sick. They were trying to shelter her from pain.

The Joanna’s reaction was anger. Who were they to keep her from seeing her mother? This triggered a deep anger that I had felt when I was not allowed at 10 years old, to visit my mother in a New York City Hospital. A candy stripper at the hospital had given me a small kit to make an art project which I had made to give my mother on Mother’s Day. Joanna’s mother had died around Mother’s Day as did my mother. I never got to give my mother the art project I had made. Joanna’s story caused me to feel that deep hidden anger and I had to stop sketching because the tears caused my vision to distort and blur. Mother’s Day has always been a painful day that I try to ignore.

The same people who wanted to save me from seeing my mother in the hospital then allowed me to go to my mother’s wake and funeral. A room full of people sat and looked at my mother’s open coffin. Someone whispered in my ear, “Doesn’t she look peaceful? It is as if she was sleeping.” I spent the next hour watching my mother’s chest waiting for her to take a breath. She never did.

Johanna’s show also went on to deal with long hidden memories of assault and difficult relationships. Her stories are her own to tell. There were also so many stories filled with joyous delight. In the end, she left me feeling hopeful and delighted to celebrate each day that we all have on this earth. This show was such an emotional roller coaster. She knew how to reach in and touch hidden memories. She was telling my life with her words.

There were only four opportunities to hear this consummate storyteller. I am so glad that I was in the right place at the right time to allow her stories to bring back hidden memories. This was my favorite solo show at this year’s Orlando International Fringe Festival.