We get down and funky with award-winning comedian, Lawrence Leung, from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. He's successfully made the complex topic of science an enjoyable and entertaining experience by incorporating break-dancing and quirky experiments in his live acts. So what really goes on inside the mind of an 'Albert Einstein-cum-Eddie Murphy' type of person? Lawrence takes us on his intimate journey. Interviewer: What were you like as a child growing up? Lawrence: I remember being a curious child. I wanted to know how things worked so took apart telephones and clocks. Sometimes they didn't work again so I got into trouble. I used to climb trees just to see the view from the top. The crown of a tree is the most inspiring place for daydreaming. It's also a good place to throw nuts at the neighbour's kids. Interviewer: When did your interest in comedy/entertainment start for you and did you complete any training/study for it? Lawrence: I knew I always enjoyed making people laugh when I was a kid.
It is understood that Davenport Productions have now completed a second draft of their new Sketch Show which is running under the working title of 'Escape to Friendship Beach.' The Davenport team say, "initial aims have all been completed and we're very pleased with the outcome. We hope some of our favourite characters and sketches will be unleashed on the public soon." Davenport Productions are a new comedy writing team hitting Manchester. Davenport Productions in South Manchester is the home of a newly formed writing partnership. The Independent Production company consists 4 friends and colleagues who share the same writing and production interests. With an aim to combine their own ideas and perspectives into a collaborative style, producing new and fresh visions for comedy and satire within television and radio. The Davenport Productions team is made up of actors, writers and comedians who are currently working on producing a sketch show. The team at Davenport consists of: John Thomson, actor and writer.
Memorial day is a very special holiday. For some, it is a somber occasion for remembering fallen heroes who gave their very lives for this country. For some of us, it is a glorious victory day that we celebrate. We are happy we live in the USA. We are happy that we have family members to share this day with. We are particularly happy that we have a three day weekend. Woohoo! Enjoy your Memorial day weekend to the fullest. Memorial day makes a wonderful holiday to get into the patriotic spirit of celebrating. Many do this in a wide and varied variety of ways. I will elaborate. You'll enjoy. I hope. There is the party. Memorial day is a time to throw a party. I will break this down into three groups. The official Memorial Day party: A party where you invite your coworkers, your family, your friends and your relatives. This will be a true Memorial to fallen heroes and those that gave their lives for our country. Flags are flying high in your yard. Every one will be clothed at this party, throughout the entire night.
It is the day before Memorial Day and as occurs many times during my days, thoughts of WWII still surface. After so many years I often wonder just how much of my memories are real and how much unreal; I have decided there is some of both in most thoughts. Memories that once made me waken at night, scared and shaking, have passed; letting more pleasant memories prevail. I realize now that there were times in the Marine Corp, and after, when I was a little nutty. The attitude of "don't give a damn" and "I can't die until I am at least 40" has pretty much gone by the wayside. The 'until 40' thought helped me immensely back then; however, the year I turned 40 was a bit uncomfortable, especially when my new company car that year was a coffin colored bronze. Is there a bit of superstition in each of us? Memories of state side duty during the latter days of war were good! Upon returning from the Pacific, I had a 30 day furlough enroute to Camp LeJuene, N.C. I fell 'in love' four times beginning at Mare Island in San Francisco, then Los Angeles, Mineral Wells, TX and Kinston, N.
Inspired by the film AMADEUS, many people have heard the rumor that the great Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart may have been murdered in 1791. Here are some curious facts about Mozart's final days that are not well known, and which completely contradict the theory that Mozart was poisoned by rival composer Antonio Salieri. It is rumored that Mozart was having an affair with Magdalena Hofdemel, a beautiful young piano student into whose home Mozart had been invited many times to play chamber music. They were family friends Some have conjectured that Magdalena was Mozart's true love, and that the Maestro had long before abandoned his greedy wife Constanze for the more sympathetic Magdalena. There is some evidence that Wolfgang and Magdalena shared weekend retreats at a country house in the Vienna woods, lent to Mozart by the producers of his opera masterpiece THE MAGIC FLUTE. But Magdalena was married to a very jealous husband named Hofdemel, and some say the excitable husband caught wind of the tryst with Herr Mozart.
My Mother was a Saint; she must have been to have put up with me and my smoking. Yeah, I was a hard core smoker when I was around 11-12 years old. Cigarettes? Oh no, could not afford them, but there was other good smoking materials just laying around for the taking. Dry cedar bark crushed and rolled up in a cigar shape in a piece of newspaper or printed circular worked just fine. However, there was one teeny little problem that was a dead give away. Take a puff and the cedar bark and newspaper wrapping flared up; usually slightly singeing my eye brows. When Mother saw my burned eye brows, she would kindly ask if I had been smoking. Of course I said "no", and then the fire works began. First she wanted to know why I had told her a fib. About the same time she also delivered a powerful slap on my rear end with her hand, leaving me wondering how she knew I lied. (Years later I figured out the eye brow singeing bit). Dried grape vines were also a source of smokes. Just break off a small piece of vine about 6 inches long and light up for a strange experience.
Great composer Ludwig van Beethoven was known for his cantankerous household habits. During his lifetime he moved dozens of times, often the result of a dispute with the landlord. Beethoven was known to play the piano loudly, and many complaints were registered by neighbors about the great composer's strange hours. He was famous for his disputes with his housekeepers, and had trouble finding anyone who would work in a household in such constant turmoil. There were complaints by neighbors of loud crashing noises as Beethoven threw plates and books at the maids he had hired to serve him. Beethoven often accused the maids of stealing coins from him. And the Maestro's dining habits left much to be desired. One housekeeper would bring him a tray of food only to find that it was untouched weeks later. Uneaten trays of food piled up in the corner, right next to stacks of the great genius's symphonies. But Beethoven was more likely to eat at the neighborhood pub than his lonely apartments.
I remember loving to laugh as a child. My mom was the "sense of humor proprietor" of our home, and making her laugh, was especially fun, as she was a tough audience. Especially when I was in trouble, which was a majority of the time. Though the basic principals of laughter are the same as they once were, in a nutshell, one person's tragedy is another person's comedy, aka slipping on a banana peel, still holds true to a certain degree. But audiences have gotten tougher, savvier, and more demanding, and rightfully they should. We live in a different world than our ancestors. We suddenly woke up in a world that was not quite as predictable as we were taught it would be in grade school. To say "the world has gotten more dangerous" or "the world's gone crazy" has become the commonplace "talk of the town. We have more anxiety, more worries, stranger happenings, our generation has experienced everything from Woodstock to Dolly The Sheep, when I say "our", I mean the fringe side of the baby boomer generation.
My job demands that I carry a cellphone 24/7. And it calls me 24/7 as well. In the night, it calls me out from my warm bed to remote sites, in a thunderstorm, with icy winds and lightning splitting the trees alongside me, and hail bouncing off the road. No, it is not my friend. When I lie down with a headache, it wakes me up 5 minutes later with a worse one. Foreign people with thick accents try to communicate with me when I've just been woken up from a deep sleep. Yes, I have some really unhealthy plans for that cellphone. With a rather large truck, I shall attempt to wheelspin on the phone. I am also going to catapault the cell at high velocity into a solid, extremely unforgiving concrete bastion. I am going to drop it into a substance so caustic, that even a mother in laws tongue would shrivel. I will feel no remorse. It had it coming. I am going to wrap it in raw beef and drop it in a crocodiles mouth. Or maybe tie it with wire across the afterburner of an F14. If I can find a bluderbuss, maybe I can fire it from that thing into a blast furnace.
The great composer Hector Berlioz was known for his ornate dreams of grandeur, which many thought bordered on insanity. He invented orchestra instruments when the normal ones weren't big enough. For example, Berlioz often assembled orchestras that numbered into the hundreds of players. For one such ensemble he needed more bass, and, after all, who doesn't? But the great Hector Berlioz decided to invent the "octobass, " a giant string bass that played a full octave below the normal string bass, and had a bow so large that it had to be outfitted with a device resembling an oarlock. It was eight feet tall. Berlioz doubled and tripled the usual requirement for wind and brass instruments, sometimes using twelve French Horns instead of the standard four. This made for a "wall of sound" a full hundred years before Hollywood spawned Phil Spector. In his Requiem, a giant work requiring four orchestras, four brass choirs and four choruses, there comes a moment called the "Tuba Mirum" wherein all of the forces spread throughout the immense hall or church must enter at once, at exactly the same millisecond, out of a tangled mass of sound that is still reverberating in the musician's ears.