Posted on Jul 24, 2013
5 out of 5
The hidden gem. We go to the festival in search of it. We weed through the overhyped, the underwritten, the oceans of mire and obscurity looking for the little glint of awesomeness. And just occasionally, we find it.
Michael Shaeffer is a unique performer, a beat poet for the digital generation. He whirlwinds onstage like John Goodman in "True Stories", grabs us, and dances us through a whiplash of hollywood vampires, last nights, hit points, ketchup and hot mathematical love. He is of my generation, and sings its songs: of 8-bit arcade wonders, IHOPs, jedi knights (the -original- ones, thankyouverymuch). He slings his words with power and sweet sliding jazzed-up cadence. Not bad fer a white boy, indeed.
The audience at the Fishtank theatre last night was disappointingly small. Even in the Fringe, the big ticket items tend to lure eyes and ears away from the truly interesting stuff. But those of us who were there, those of us who are in on it? We were there, we heard it and it was -funky-.
Every year I try to find a gem that has somehow been overlooked. For this year, I think I have found it. Hot Lava! is a strange, offbeat, wonderful work that went over smooth and awesome. Make this the chance you take. It will be worth it.