I’m not a fan of post-event social media bukaki. Every show can’t be, “OMG, guys, best ever!” And it’s not likely that every performance will result in, “Mind. Blown!” To me, that’s lazy and disingenuous, and creates a “Boy Who Cried Wolf” atmosphere where true inspiration is viewed in the same regard as mediocrity. That said, I’m gonna rub one out for the Smoky Mountain Burlesque Fest.
I’m a process-oriented kind of gal. I write out all my choreo in little spreadsheets. My costume bins are all labeled. When something is described to me as being “organic,” I develop an eye twitch.
But the producers and volunteers at SMBF had their shit buttoned tight. Like, “strippers, you ain’t gettin’ out of that on stage” TIGHT.
Regular (but not overwhelming) emails with clear instructions and timelines. Personalized materials (branded social media pics, itineraries and schedules). A toll-free number for any and all questions. Pretty much on-demand shuttle service to and from wherever, whenever. Not just organized classes, but a prize for those who attend the most. A system of shared accountability for stage kittening that was incredible. MIND. BLOWN.
The list goes on. Sponsors. Media coverage. A fab swag bag. And some damn nice folks. Enthusiastic. Helpful. Courteous. Professional. Sassy.
Hats (and pants and bras) off to producers Dustin and John Camp, and Siren Santina; and to the entire staff and volunteers, too. Thank you. You’ve set the sparkly bar pretty damn high! Congratulations, and my sincere thanks for letting me be part of it.