News from inside the Bubble. Autumn 2018.
Totally Full Frontal was a show that prided itself on doing parodies of popular TV shows and in the late 90s one of the most popular shows on the box was Seinfeld, so it was inevitable we would parody it. But how to parody a comedy program? Jokes about jokes? Tricky. What's enjoyable about this parody is how well all the TFF cast pulled off their impersonations of the characters from Seinfeld, especially Darren Gilshenan as Kramer and Julia Zemiro as Elaine (personally, my Jerry feels a tad 'one note', as they say... I got stuck in that shrill upward inflection of his). The performances are great, as is the uncomfortable focus on masturbation (...remember that episode The Contest?). I publish this in the light of rumours about a Seinfeld reunion, courtesy of Netflix.
I thought it might be funny, in my newly established tradition of re-publishing items featuring me doing things in extremely bad taste (see my Bill Cosby clip below, an example of me doing embarrassing black-face), I thought I'd dig up an occasion of me performing as Don Burke, a thing which happened on Comedy Inc. a couple of times, from memory. What I found was pretty boring. Instead here's something I thought was actually pretty witty, and silly, and therefore more palatable. Please enjoy me as Carson Kressley and Alec Guinness in a Comedy Inc sketch from 2004, a parody of Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, featuring a makeover of everyone's fave evil dude, Darth Vader. Who said Star Wars wasn't camp?
Political correctness was never really a strong suit of shows like Totally Full Frontal. To celebrate nearly 20 years since I was on TV in that spectacle of sketch insanity I'm publishing some bizarre excerpts. The one I've chosen here is quite odd: a parody of the little-remebered Kids Say The Darndest Things featuring a still in public favour Bill Cosby getting kids to say outrageous things for laughs. And while you may question why this show was worthy of parody, you may also question why I agreed to play Bill Cosby. (I still wonder to this day. I didn't question it at the time. Too eager to please, perhaps...?)
I have always been a Star Wars fan. When I was working on Totally Full Frontal we had the opportunity to film a Star Wars parody. It was 1999, on the eve of the release of the first of the prequel trilogy movies, the Phantom Menace, and a sweet dream come true for me (despite being dressed as C-3PO the whole time) and another huge SW fan, Julia Zemiro, who was also in the cast of TFF. Here is the full parody, including the credit sequence Comic Con parody. It's pretty silly, very low budget, and mad as. Keep an eye out, particularly, for the 90s digital TV effects. Enjoy.
Recently I was sent some memorabilia, by the wonderful Lyndal McIlwaine, of my time working with Lynda Gibson during the mid-nineties, including photos by the great comedic chronicler Peter Milne. Lynda and I fell into working together when I asked her to direct my solo Mel Toupe show Lervsexy (1994) and we co-created Wall 2 Wall: The Shagpile Floorshow later that year, launching it at The Builders Arms Hotel in Fitzroy before taking it to the Prince Patrick Hotel in 1995 as part of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival (MICF). In that show we first performed Noeline and Laurie Dragge, characters we decided to develop into their own show, From Dragges to Riches, for which we received a MICF Moosehead Award.
We toured the show to the Adelaide Fringe of 1996, intending to perform it at the MICF of that year at the Melbourne Town Hall. Unfortunately, between one festival and the other, Lynda decided she wasn't that keen on performing during the time of her 40th birthday, and she quit being Laurie, helping me to turn From Dragges to Riches into a solo piece, which I performed in The Cloak Room. Lynda would have been 60 last year, had she not died from cancer in the early 2000s. A mad talent, a wonderful person, a brilliant, energetic nutter. A generous peformer and a great mentor. Thanks Gibbo.
My agent made me do it
The Taranto Show
I once knew a guy by the name of Dave Taranto. He was a true lover of comedy and he was essential to the development and success of the comedy scene in Melbourne during the 80s and 90s through his Cheese Shop radio show and by hosting his highly-regarded stand-up room.
Dave died in December 1999 but he lives on in the memory of so many successful performers who owe their start in the industry to him and the environment he nurtured.
I've always maintained a tribute to Dave on my site called The Taranto Show, featuring footage from the Cheese Shop Live Xmas Shows 1992-1998 and now I can proudly say I have uploaded every little bit of Dave Taranto footage I have from those shows, as well as some footage of Dave during an extravaganza of comedic performance called 'Cheese Shop 'Til You Drop' - a one-off mini comedy festival created to pay tribute to a man who had been a source of encouragement and support to so many.
So, go to The Taranto Show and glimpse a bit of Melbourne comedy history. And send me a message about it.
It's all about me, people...
This site's about me... I'm a performer and a writer. Here you'll find some information about who I am and what I do. It's part brag-book, part archive, part blog.
There's a bit of information about TV and live shows I've done and links to videos on my youtube channel. As I say, rip in.
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So now John Clarke is dead, too. I must be getting old if I feel, as I so often have of late, that so many of the people I respect are dropping off. I had the undiluted pleasure of working with Mr Clarke on two occasions, firstly in Mick Molloy's 'Crackerjack' and then as a character named, funnily enough, after me, in an episode of the second series of 'The Games'.
John (or as Dave Taranto would say 'Clarkey') was an inspiration, and I always felt proud if I could raise a smile in him. The last time I bumped into him, after not having seen him for a few years, he spoke to me with such familiarity it was as if we were finishing a conversation we'd started just the day before. He loved Dave Taranto. He loved Lynda Gibson. He was a wonderful, talented man. Vale Mr Clarke.