November News

Hi Punks!

This month has been a busy one, with a lot of things rolling out of my production cannon. (Let's pretend that image isn't as phallic as you just made it in your head). 

Articles

My semi-regular column for SBS comedy has now been made into a weekly Friday thing, and I've been given an explicit brief (again, gutterminds) where I get to wrestle big ideas in what I hope is a hilarious way, so if you've got any ideas that you'd like me to wrestle, do let me know. Until now I've been basically pinch-hitting, and that's a lovely challenge (write about this thing! by 9am tomorrow!), so there will be a shift towards more research and fewer 'written on the tram' articles.

Podcasts

I've popped out a few podcasts, which I hope you'll like and there has been some lovely feedback still trickling in from my turn on Wilosophy, which I feel very grateful for. Still trying to hunt Wil down to do Tea With Alice, but he's a busy man. If you'd like to hear me tea him to the eyeballs and drill his brain, tweet him or something. Suggest it loudly from the audience during a show (don't do this). 

I enjoyed mixing it up and doing a podcast with Sam Streeter, who's been a Patreon subscriber from the beginning, and is one of the load-bearing pillars of the Melbourne comedy watching community. There's very little reciprocal scrutiny of audiences by performers, except in an instrumental way (are they laughing or not, are they buying tickets or not), and I've always found that fascinating. It's like ignoring your legs, because they just carry you around and maybe they won't if they realise you're a real person too. Admittedly, not many people analyse their legs, but I'm not many people (just one or two at a time). Have I ruined the mystique by making this into a two way conversation? Hit me up on email :D

Beauty

I had a new set of headshots done by Astonishingly Excellent Photographer Amelia J Dowd, who has made me look much prettier than I have any right to look. She sent me about 260 images out of the shoot and let me tell you, your face begins to mean nothing but horrifying 'my god, THOSE wrinkles too?' 'HOW MUCH JAW DO I HAVE!? TOO MUCH JAW' after about half an hour of deciding which three out of the 260 you want to represent you for the next year or so of professional work. Vanitas, etc.  I've attached a couple of the ones I didn't buy, just for you guys, cause I'm not allowed to use them publicly ($35 per image, on top of the shoot - worth every cent), but you should get special things that other people don't get. So don't share them around, unless you'd like me to get into heaps of trouble with Amelia, who is lovely. You can see the ones I did end up buying for publicity on the http://alicecomedyfraser.com gallery page. 

Writing

I've also been working on a version of Savage as a book, which may or may not be a bloody disaster, and editing the video version of Savage for people who'd like to see it or see it again. 

New show is ticking along. I'm basically drawing diagrams and questioning whether I have ever been/will ever be funny again. 

Have written some poetry about mortality, which is always fun, and got a wave of RUOKs and people calling it 'dark', which I don't know. I don't feel like talking about death is a particularly dark thing. Contemplating the body as a bunch of parts is kind of par for the course from a very early age with the Buddhism. Also, we all have those late night moments of suddenly feeling the weight of all our loved ones' mortality, don't we?