It's days after the Fringe has wrapped and while my laundry mountain continues to build - I am still floating on happy Fringe feelings.
What a phenomenal festival and what a phenomenal theatre experience for “The Only Bar”.
Sitting third on the Fringe lottery waiting list for a very long time is what inspired the idea of mounting our production in a real taverne. That and a lack of budget. None of us had ever gone through a site-specific theatre experience before – so we had no idea of what to expect. We really didn’t know if it would work or if it would be a total bust. Especially when Boston and Vancouver made it into the final round of the playoffs. But “The Only Bar” has been “punk-rock” since its original late night conception at the 24-hour musicals, so we relished the challenge of the bathroom doors slamming, regulars talking through our show, cash-registers ringing, hand-dryers buzzing and fire-truck sirens ablaze.


