Surreally Saying Something This time last year, circumstances were
rather different. Izzard had just travelled to Lewis to play Stornoway
Town Hall. Inevitably the local Free Church minister (equally inevitably
called Reverend MacLeod) had heard of this abomination visiting the island
and denounced Izzard in very Biblical terms. The woman shall not wear
that which pertaineth unto a man and the man shall not wear women's clothing,
quoted the minister from Deuteronomy, before threatening to haul any member
of his congregation who attended the gig up before the Kirk session. Naturally
Izzard responded in comic kind, referring to 'Pope' MacLeod on stage.
Sharp intake of breath amongst audience. As Izzard said repeatedly when he came
out as a trannie, he's all for equal clothing rights, a pick'n'mix approach
to clothes. What's slightly odd, however, is that he chooses to shop in
frumpy old Dorothy Perkins; why fight for equal clothing rights when you
end up looking like Judi Dench? So far, so suburban but, did I not mention this?, it's about a family of cows, who by some quirk of evolution have learned to talk, drive cars and many other requirements of late 20th century living. And in the kind of drug reference that underpins much of Izzard's strange, alternative-universe humour, they know where to score the best grass. He has always made great use of anthropomorphic animal references in his stage show, but Cows sounds as if it may have also been influenced by cartoonist Gary Larson's they're-smarter-than-us take on our bovine buddies. By way of explanation, Izzard says only
this: "Cows are inherently groovy. They're big and agrarian and vegetarian
and they're not very good with technology, but they like it. They watch
24-hour weather programmes and they wear great wigs." Oh well, guess
we'll just have to wait and see. On the opening night of his two-month residency at the Shaftesbury Theatre at the end of last year, it all came flooding back when a button fell off his jacket. Naturally he decided to sew it back on, while continuing his act. For a man who appears almost incapable of following a train of thought to its logical conclusion (he usually follows them brilliantly to very illogical ones instead), Izzard recalls the incident with absolute clarity. "I impressed myself," he admits.
"There was this Gaultier jacket which I had just spent a bundle of
cash on, and the fact that the button fell off on the opening night was
so crap. It had these threads sticking out, so I just thought, I'll talk
about this, but the threads wouldn't come out, so I said 'Scissors', and
scissors came on. Then someone threw a needle and thread on stage and
everyone thought I'd set that up, but it was just a good heckle, and I
couldn't back off. "But the knot pulled through so I had to do a bigger knot and it held, then through twice and round and round. Then I said to everybody, 'Do you do round and round?' I knew all I needed to do was get the button on, if I didn't get it on it would be a real fuck up. That's what I learned from street performing, all you had to do is finally do it." This kind of analysis of the mechanisms of his comedy seem at odds with Izzard's apparently rambling, stream-of-consciousness style. The button incident also shows the way a trivial incident can be spun, no pun intended, into an extended routine. Little of what Izzard plans to say on stage is of any great consequence, honey bees, blue underpants in the white wash, but this universal humour is almost certainly why he can play theatres from Manhattan Island to the Outer Hebrides. And it's not really even an act, just a projection of his own bonkers imagination. "I specifically want to be no different on stage performing stand up and off stage," he says. "When I ad lib, I sometimes stumble around trying to get the language right. I never realised it was so incredibly important, language is just so powerful, way mightier than the sword in the long term ... in the short term the sword's quite powerful." |