While Rod Quantock made plans to eat in, I spent a typical Melbourne Good Friday devouring sparkling wine, hot cross buns, chocolate bunny and China town dumplings - and saw Rod Quantock (the only person in town who knows the correct usage of a rubber chook for comic effect).
The Melbourne City Council have renamed laneways after Dame Edna and AC/DC. As Rod is as Melbourne as trams, unpredictable weather and Collingwood jokes, he must be next on the list. Or if there isn’t a spare laneway, I’m sure we’d all support the renaming of Swanston Street as Quantock Boulevard.
Shame on any Melbourneite who hasn’t seen Quantock live (Captain Snooze adds don’t count). His stand-up is created from a passionate sense of right and an intelligence that could make him rich - if his sense of right wasn’t stronger. For all its spontaneity and improvisation, there is never a word out of place, a misguided thought or hint of self-indulgent gag in a night with Rod. And he remains the most consistently hilarious comedian on our stages.
Rod Quantock Eats Himself sees a return to the classic Rod blackboard and chalk. The recent laptop shows were great, but this is a carbon neutral show, so there’s no mic, minimal lights and a determination to leave his audience “rigid with fear” and filled with “a sense of existential dread”.
Sometimes the only way to make folk listen is to make them laugh. As a species, we humans are utterly stupid and selfish. Even after a 13-year drought, horrendous life destroying bushfires and the heart-breaking destruction of the Murray-Darling system, the Andrew Bolts of this world (and others with “the environmental credentials of a Cane Toad”) continue to deny climate change. If you too still doubt the proof – please see Mr Q to get some sense laughed into you.
Even with the glorious passing of Little Johnny’s political gang and the knowledge that many Comedy Festival tickets are being bought with Uncle Kevin’s stimulation money, Quantock knows that we cannot depend on politicians to create the change we really want. Even our once-lauded environment minister continues to approve bay dredging and de-salination plants – we shouldn’t be that surprised, because his band “was called Midnight Oil, not Midnight Sustainable Energy”.
So we’re going to have to create some change ourselves. Rod has some ideas and shares his secret to surviving in Rod Quantock Eats Himself. You’ll have to go along to find out what they are.
You can also listen to Rod chatting about this show with the Boxcutter's team.
The Melbourne City Council have renamed laneways after Dame Edna and AC/DC. As Rod is as Melbourne as trams, unpredictable weather and Collingwood jokes, he must be next on the list. Or if there isn’t a spare laneway, I’m sure we’d all support the renaming of Swanston Street as Quantock Boulevard.
Shame on any Melbourneite who hasn’t seen Quantock live (Captain Snooze adds don’t count). His stand-up is created from a passionate sense of right and an intelligence that could make him rich - if his sense of right wasn’t stronger. For all its spontaneity and improvisation, there is never a word out of place, a misguided thought or hint of self-indulgent gag in a night with Rod. And he remains the most consistently hilarious comedian on our stages.
Rod Quantock Eats Himself sees a return to the classic Rod blackboard and chalk. The recent laptop shows were great, but this is a carbon neutral show, so there’s no mic, minimal lights and a determination to leave his audience “rigid with fear” and filled with “a sense of existential dread”.
Sometimes the only way to make folk listen is to make them laugh. As a species, we humans are utterly stupid and selfish. Even after a 13-year drought, horrendous life destroying bushfires and the heart-breaking destruction of the Murray-Darling system, the Andrew Bolts of this world (and others with “the environmental credentials of a Cane Toad”) continue to deny climate change. If you too still doubt the proof – please see Mr Q to get some sense laughed into you.
Even with the glorious passing of Little Johnny’s political gang and the knowledge that many Comedy Festival tickets are being bought with Uncle Kevin’s stimulation money, Quantock knows that we cannot depend on politicians to create the change we really want. Even our once-lauded environment minister continues to approve bay dredging and de-salination plants – we shouldn’t be that surprised, because his band “was called Midnight Oil, not Midnight Sustainable Energy”.
So we’re going to have to create some change ourselves. Rod has some ideas and shares his secret to surviving in Rod Quantock Eats Himself. You’ll have to go along to find out what they are.
You can also listen to Rod chatting about this show with the Boxcutter's team.
