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Quiet Little Fox, Melbourne Fringe 2011 & Crack Theatre Festival Proudly Present
INSOMNIA CAT CAME TO STAY 

 

“I am very awake. I’ve never been this awake before… 
                                                          …Except every other night this week” 

 

This is a story of the sleep deprived, of the hours between 10pm and 7am.

 

Crafted from journal entries it presents as a staged documentary: a cross-media fusion of live music and original animation projected onto one woman’s waking dream of sleep deprivation. Songs erupt from the script when speaking becomes an inadequate form of expression. Fantastic musings and manic suppositions take form and stalk across the stage…

 

One woman, one electric guitar and beautiful animated illustrations. Insomnia Cat is self-deprecating, fast-paced, tragic, manic and a little bit sexy.

  

  

Written and Performed by Fleur Kilpatrick
Directed by Danny Delahunty 

Animation by Thomas Russell  |  Design by Sarah Walker
Musical arrangements and original music composition by Roderick Cairns  

Production Manager Cassandra Fumi  |  PR Suzanne Truman

 

 

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Melbourne Fringe Season at Loop Bar
Wednesday 21st September @ 6:00pm
Thursday 22nd September @ 6:00pm
Saturday 24th September @ 6:00pm
Tuesday 27th September @ 10:30pm – LATE SHOW for the Insomniacs.
Wednesday 28th September @ 6:00pm
Thursday 29th September @ 6:00pm
Tuesday 4th October @ 10:30pm – LATE SHOW for the Insomniacs.
Thursday 6th October @ 6:00pm
Saturday 8th October @ 6:00pm

FRINGE BOOKINGS:
 http://www.melbournefringe.com.au/fringe-festival/show/insomnia-cat-came-to-stay/
Ph: 9660 9666

Crack Season at The Crack House
Saturday 1st October 11:O0pm - LATE SHOW for the Insomniacs
Sunday 2nd October 12:00pm

 

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One Woman faces alone the monsters that chase the sleep deprived, brought to life through the marriage of beautiful animation and music. An insomniac’s worst nightmare; if only.

Running Time: 50 Mins.

There is no more fanfiction. I can’t do it. I was going to watch Closing Time while I was up here but ABC’s iViewer wouldn’t let me use 3G data. But ABC, the reason I bought 12GB of data was to watch Doctor Who. It’s just cruel. But now, being two episodes behind, I can’t write any more fic. And after tumblr’s performance yesterday with email posting - where were you hiding them, tumblr? I sent those posts YESTERDAY. And then had to repost them manually because they seemed to have vanished into the ether. And then delete them because they showed up today, 24 hours late, no explanation, like nothing’s wrong. Now I am taking no chances and posting directly. The sun is shining again and I’ve woken up and realised I missed both the end of times dance party and the jelly wrestling, but what the hell there’s always next year and really, did you see that weather? No way I was going to be voluntarily out in that weather. Even if the pub is only around the corner. I read a Barbara Cartland and a Harlequin Medical instead. Now there’s a sign of the end times for you. TINA is over for another year. Doctor Who is over for another year (though I won’t fully appreciate this until next week). The sun is shining through the hostel windows and the pigeons cooing like yesterday’s maelstrom never happened. I’m going to catch a train home and draw and ponder and, if the John Howard sign is still up at Epping, laugh.

Another bloke from the doodling session Friday.

People at the doodling session on Friday.

Tried to check the weather radar earlier today to see if there was a break coming we could use to get to the zine fair. But the weather had already broken… The weather radar!
*hushes audience groaning at the lame joke*

Okay, for a start, there is no way it was this fucking windy last year. There was wind, but this is ridiculous. The doors and windows are rattling in their seats in this dodgy old hostel. The window above my bed actually popped open in the very early morning when the wind first picked up. I tried to stop the rattling and drafts under the doors with towels but it didn’t seem to help at all.
The pigeons are still in the hostel roof, scratching, thumping and cooing at all hours.
The bed linen is still depressingly thin.
And we’re in the exact same room we were assigned last year, too.
Just like last year, we went back to the River’s clearance outlet and stocked up on shoes, and to all of the second-hand clothes stores and stocked up on ball gowns and other stuff.
Unlike last year, this year we really went to the zine fair. Shit has gone down since then and our lives are not the same. One of us had some zine-based catharting to do. The other one’s just nosey.
Sprocket’s coffee and pastries are still delicious.
Instead of deciding to go to India, like last year, we have decided to come back to Newcastle again some other weekend and experience the city outside of the festivals. And I’m going to get my hair cut by that guy again. $7.80 and 3 hours on the train each way plus $65 isn’t too much for a haircut, is it?
Fuck I love my new haircut. I swear it’s the first time in years, or ever _ever_ that I’ve got a cut that sits well and flatters me. I want to look this nice forever.
Fat chance in this wind, but still.