Adrián Minkowicz, also known as “The Argentinean”, is an award-winning comedian based in New York. He performs stand-up in English and Spanish with equal success, touring internationally, performing in major clubs and festivals like “Just for Laughs” and the “Fringe” in Edinburgh. He has been a featured guest on talk-shows and done sets on TV in Europe, South America and in the USA, on shows like “The Artie Lange Show” and “Gotham Comedy Live”. A prolific writer, he is the author of several theater plays, TV scripts, articles for magazines and newspapers, and sketches for radio. He loves travel, asadas and Woody Allen.
Adrian took his new solo stand up show, “The Argentinean is back… with more meat than ever” to the world famous Fringe Festival at Edinburgh this year. The Fringe Festival is one of the most famous world-wide, and yet, is a mystery to so many who have yet to participate. Minkowicz created a diary consisting of 100% true facts of how he survived the life & death comedy experience while his show ran at “The Banshee Labyrinth” from August 6th to 28th. Performing over 70 shows at the festival, sometimes two or three times in one day, is an experience like no other.
Consider this your unorthodox orientation to Edinburgh.
August 30th, 2015
Oh, my head. Don’t remember ufff. These last parties at the Fringe are epic. It will take me four months to recover.
December 2nd, 2015
Great. There. I feel better now. Start planning the next Fringe!
February 13th, 2016
My proposal for the Fringe was accepted by PBH and they already gave me the name of my venue: The Banshee Labyrinth. Banshee means the ghost of a woman that appears when someone is going to die. That’s not scary at all. Brave man. Brave. Breath.
April 24th, 2016
I’m performing in Argentina. I think of a photo posing with chorizos for my poster. Since this year my budget is more modest I will use a different photographer. The butcher takes my pic. He has a good eye. He tells me: The picture is not good. No time to be picky now.
August 3rd, 2016
I feel very optimistic about this Fringe. Everything will be great… if I could only find my passport. I’ve been looking for six hours. I still have two to go. This Fringe will be great. I know it.
August 4th, 2016
How can anyone look for something that is in your pocket for seven hours? Very fortunate that I started crying so I had to look for a tissue in my pocket and found the passport. The customs officer is looking at me the way my wife looks at me. As if something is wrong with me. I’m amazed by his professionalism. He has seen me for five seconds and he already knows me.
August 5th, 2016
The flyers and posters for the show are not here in the venue. – “Breathe, everything will be okay” – says the voice in my head. “How?” – I ask – “Eventually” – says. Oh, great! Crappy answer and… damn! I’m hearing voices again. Normally I don’t hear them until the second week of the festival.
August 6th, 2016
The show started with good feedback from the audience. At least the ones that thought they were coming to a poetry reading. The comedy people not so much. They are so picky. They expect to laugh all the time.
August 8th, 2106
This is the fifth Scottish breakfast that I eat in two days. I like Scottish breakfast too much. Mental note: be careful, you don’t want to sleep in sausage rehab again.
August 10th, 2016
Time to say hi to all my pals. We love to party together.
August 13th, 2016
During my show I was sure I saw the Banshee ghost watching it. Hours later, while I was walking in a dark hallway, the terrifying Banshee appeared in front of me saying “You are not funny” – “Ah, okay, I supposed… Am I going to die?” “You mean on stage? Clearly you are dying.” – “I mean in life!” – “How do I know? I hope not because your ghost would stay here and I’m already bored to death.”
August 16th, 2016
My only day off, I spend it with my wife and daughter hiking to Arthur’s Seat, a tall hill in Edinburgh. Piece of cake for Papa! Twenty minutes in, I realize this peak will be a good way to measure my strength for my Everest dream. Forty two minutes in, I already forgot my Everest dream and also my bottle of water. Fifty minutes in, I ask my wife to continue without me, but I will need all the food and an oxygen bottle. She refuses. One hour and a half in, we are almost there, but my two year old daughter weighs fourteen kilos and carrying her up is damn heavy. I’m thinking if I should take over for my wife and carry her up the last nine minutes myself. I continue thinking about it.
August 19th, 2016
The weather in Edinburgh reminds me of the movie “Seven”. But without Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman, Kevin Spacey, the city or the murders. Just the rain. All the time the rain.
August 21st, 2016
Discovered that the rain is not that bad. I’m selling out every show on rainy days. If you offer a dry shelter and a hot coffee you will have a grateful audience. What is that in the sky…?
August 25th, 2016
One more sunny day and I kill myself. Where is the rain? Where is my Seven? Brad? Morgan? Anyone?
August 26th, 2016
Trying to make it to the last show. I’m hungover, drunk, exhausted and I hate comedy. Who needs to laugh? It’s overrated. I need a bed.
August 27th, 2016
Trying to avoid saying hi to all my palls. We love to party together.
August 28th, 2016
I made it! Twenty four solo shows in a row and forty more regular sets. Now everyone is leaving and all the stages and stands are being broken down. It’s a sad spectacle. It feels like I just had sex, picking up my trousers from the floor and I want to say something, but the words are not coming. There is nothing to say. Take the used condom and leave you idiot.
August 29th, 2016
One more Fringe. I feel like at the end of Braveheart, but without Mel Gibson’s xenophobic sentiments. I need a drink and the Closing Party bar is free, like in: “Freedom!”.
August 30th, 2016
Oh, my head. Don’t remember anything. These last parties at the Fringe are epic. It will take me four months to recover.