A bar, a stage, a whole lot of fringy fun in a normally quiet corner of Rymill Park. They say it's an artists' bar. I endeavoured to find out.
The guest artists finished their little performances, this particular night featured Trixiee and the Monkey, Dandyman and Circulicious. All well received.
The Singers. A small group of men stand, laughing and chatting around a wine barrel. One recognises me, 'you took my flyer'. They are The Magnets, a singing group from the UK with a love of Adelaide. As we talk, the base singer/ choreographer works the dancefloor, twirling any willing participant he can find.
The Tradies. Sitting high on the hill, two guys and a girl drink, watching over the fringe club below. To the amusement of their female companion, they claim they're artists, electricity and timber being their respective arts.
The Tormented Artist. Introduced by his Australian friend, Craig tells me about his show, and how he found love in Adelaide in 2009. "I'm running my show this year, if you see me actually performing, you'll know something has gone terribly wrong. The show is cursed." He tells me how he's lost his love, and doesn't know how to get her back but he's using the experience to shape his show.
The Wild Card. Sitting elegantly with her friends, barely engaged in conversation but as much a part of the evening as any comedian or cabaret artist. She's from Adelaide, and unlike some she is proud of it. Her friends casually tease her, calling her by her 'old' name, a boy's name. It's nice to know you're in a venue, in a city where people can joke so casually about such things.
The Lovers. In a secluded corner they sit, the two best dressed people in the place. "Actually, I asked him out." The woman in red informs me. He seems awfully proud of this. The music begins to die down, the crowds begin to depart, but rest assured it all starts again tomorrow night. read more