Tonight a group of my family, friends and I saw Eddie Izzard at the Coronet Theatre in LA. This was the first time live for me, and I'm here to tell you he is thoroughly huggable! Funny as ever, relaxed and groovey, dressed down and laughing at his own jokes. I think that must be a sign of a good comedian - one who cracks themselves up; like the definition of a good cook (one who likes their own cooking). He was so comfortable with us that he took several minutes out to reattach his bracelet that had come loose during an enactment, all the while giggling about the silliness of doing so; "I'm actually doing this!"
To understand why Eddie is so important to me, you would have to know artistic struggle (not that he has one). My challenge is: I have found it difficult to live as an artist and still be accepted by others, namely a family that feels it is frivolous, silly and should be squelched. Since I need to make art in any form, every day, this is emotionally painful - the kind that is all-consuming and pervasive; the year-after-year kind. I suppose, for me, it is like wanting to come out of the closet. Eddie has done something like that, talks about it and has found comfort in its result. I am learning from him how to break free and do want I need to do... what I want to do with my life. The laughter is the sugar that helps the medicine go down. He is more than a comedian, he is a philosopher. He has managed to put enough truth in a new light that a damaged psyche can learn how to rearrange itself to get a break. Eddie is a breath of fresh air and an effective treatment for my soul. Maybe I am not alone, but I don't talk about it to others enough to know. Thank you, Eddie, I'm healing.
In this intimate theatre, holding about 250 people at most, Eddie shared some bits reminiscent of Gerard Butler's "300" with a hilarious sketch on Spartan women shagging, looking at their watch and in seconds birthing a new Grecian warrior. Then he moved onto Scottish insights about kilts and killing (always a grin). Then again with the leather underpants... I think that is the year's favourite joke in Hollywood. Sorry, Ger.
Onward to one of my favoured forms of humour (Eddie mime being first): the sound effects. This time it was the humble fly, at first annoying the hell out of a homeowner who kindly opens a window for escape, yet later dies of repeatedly banging into the glass. But wait there's more! Fly goes to heaven and has a buzzing conversation with Saint Fly Peter at the pearly gates. You had to be there! I'll save the rest for his next DVD.
After the show, a Guiness and meeting some new friends, we were blessed with a back-stage visit from the man, himself. Eddie was so gracious and pleasant, patiently waiting for cameras to charge while nervous fans fumbled with digital technology. I even got in a snog (kiss)!
Thank you Mr. Eduardo Izzardo! Love you!
To understand why Eddie is so important to me, you would have to know artistic struggle (not that he has one). My challenge is: I have found it difficult to live as an artist and still be accepted by others, namely a family that feels it is frivolous, silly and should be squelched. Since I need to make art in any form, every day, this is emotionally painful - the kind that is all-consuming and pervasive; the year-after-year kind. I suppose, for me, it is like wanting to come out of the closet. Eddie has done something like that, talks about it and has found comfort in its result. I am learning from him how to break free and do want I need to do... what I want to do with my life. The laughter is the sugar that helps the medicine go down. He is more than a comedian, he is a philosopher. He has managed to put enough truth in a new light that a damaged psyche can learn how to rearrange itself to get a break. Eddie is a breath of fresh air and an effective treatment for my soul. Maybe I am not alone, but I don't talk about it to others enough to know. Thank you, Eddie, I'm healing.
In this intimate theatre, holding about 250 people at most, Eddie shared some bits reminiscent of Gerard Butler's "300" with a hilarious sketch on Spartan women shagging, looking at their watch and in seconds birthing a new Grecian warrior. Then he moved onto Scottish insights about kilts and killing (always a grin). Then again with the leather underpants... I think that is the year's favourite joke in Hollywood. Sorry, Ger.
Onward to one of my favoured forms of humour (Eddie mime being first): the sound effects. This time it was the humble fly, at first annoying the hell out of a homeowner who kindly opens a window for escape, yet later dies of repeatedly banging into the glass. But wait there's more! Fly goes to heaven and has a buzzing conversation with Saint Fly Peter at the pearly gates. You had to be there! I'll save the rest for his next DVD.
After the show, a Guiness and meeting some new friends, we were blessed with a back-stage visit from the man, himself. Eddie was so gracious and pleasant, patiently waiting for cameras to charge while nervous fans fumbled with digital technology. I even got in a snog (kiss)!Thank you Mr. Eduardo Izzardo! Love you!
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