A Real Man: Music Video – Online Press Release


A Real Man is one of the lead songs from a home grown musical called Audrey Hepburn and I Consider Our Assets. It tells the tale of Liz O’Sullivan from suburban Melbourne, who suffers a breakdown after being deserted by her boyfriend, and Audrey Hepburn suddenly appears in her mind to help her deal with her impossible family and love life. There are some funny scenes with Liz and Audrey Hepburn together in therapy, talking to Rod her therapist, who just happens to look like the romantic leading star of the 50’s and 60’s, Rock Hudson. Audrey and I Consider Our Assets Is based on an original story by Gaylene Carbis.

The song A Real Man is performed in the music video by Aria chart topper Katie Underwood, a stalwart of the Australian TV and pop music scene with several top 10 hits under her belt. The video is written and directed by Noel Anderson whose show Andy Warhol’s Fifteen Minutes of Fame proved to be a surprise hit in Melbourne’s 2013 summer festival season. A Real Man’s music and lyrics are by Geoff Main, additional lyrics from award winning writer Cerise De Gelder, arrangement by John Grant.

In the song A Real Man, Liz laments the difficulties of finding a man to love, preferring to create fantasies about Hollywood’s leading matinee idols from the past.
The music video was released online on 13th August 2014

Noel Anderson : noel_anderson@y7mail.com / Andy Warhol 15 Mins of Fame available on : http://australianplays.org/script/ASC-1542
Performer CV’s, crew, expressions of interest, plus all other inquiries email : audreypopmusical@yahoo.com.au


Floss me up! Narelle MacDonald’s talkin’ to’ya…yeah you!

New Narelle e-flyer

Floss me up everyone,

I’m crash landing in Melbourne and it’s goin’ to be awesome! My show is a cross between boisterous rollicking stand-up and songs that will have you spinning around on the floor of the Midura Bowling Club.

Welcome to the world of Narelle MacDonald : The Descent into Pop Madness. 

Directed by the very inventive and very hot Noel Anderson and starring Melbourne’s finest 3AW traffic reporter Ms Caroline Ferguson with (I can wear a sexy T-Shirt too ) Dennis Manahan…the show begins at Club Voltaire in North Melbourne in just two weeks time.
So, ladies and germs lock the kiddies in the car for the night, hunt down ya best 1980’s gear and spend the night with me…Narelle MacDonald.  Maybe we can even catch a drink at Crown after my gig? 
You betta believe I’m one hot lady.

Be with Narelle…and see if she can finally make it to Top Of The Pops! If Kylie can do it… then screw it…so can Narelle…!!!!

Written by Kieran Carroll who is currently serving time in Mildura prison for crimes against the arts.


Hope to see you in North Melbourne.

Everybody needs an Idol

Everybody needs an idol, it’s as important to us as Australians as good packet of Tim Tams and a Hills Hoist in the backyard. We need idols to help us get through the daily grind. Just look at the wealth of idols on display in magazines like Women’s Day…Jennifer, Kylie, Hugh, Ryan… and Lindsay Lohan, a fallen idol of mass destruction. How often have we wished Lindsay would get her act together, pull up her socks and get on with her career. Then, how often have we loved watching her fall apart. Good or bad, I reckon idols are here to stay.

I’ve had many idols that I’ve followed. After the death of my father as a young boy, these people (usually directors or pop stars) became my role models and continue to be an inspiration for me today to push myself and seek out new creative adventures. Alfred Hitchcock was someone I idolised as a kid, his sense of style, his humour and his sense of drama. I have seen some of his films thirty times, usually when I am single I watch them again. I got my first super 8 movie camera at the age of ten, and it was Hitchcock that inspired my first amateur film. My two favourite films of Hitchcock’s are Vertigo and The Birds. Recently, I saw the costumes worn by Kim Novak and Tippi Hedren at an exhibition at Federation square, and I was overcome with emotion as they were so familiar to me, as familiar as my mum. I was immediately transported back in time to my family home, with me as a kid, watching Hitchcock on the late night movie marathon.

When stuck for what I should do next in a creative sense, I often find myself staring in the bathroom mirror after a shave, thinking “What would Alfred Hitchcock do now if he were me… or what would Bob Fosse do now with that song.” Many a day a good dash of idol worship has pulled me out of the bleakest place in my mind and pushed me towards the sunshine and an open door. Before I get to Audrey Hepburn and I Consider Our Assets: The Musical, let’s look at some more idols that have stood the test of time.

First up, Elvis and James Dean. Wikipedia regards Elvis as one of the most significant cultural icons of the 20th Century. And, Jimmy Dean with only three films under his belt, became the symbol of disillusionment and the voice of teenage youth riddled by angst, crying to be heard, in the postcard perfect late 1950’s. Who can forget, Jimmy and Natalie Wood, hiding in a deserted mansion, playing mother and father to Sal Mineo (baby Plato) in Rebel Without A Cause. Together, recreating their version of a perfect family, away from the prying eyes of adult America. Wood, a child star herself was to become idolised by millions around the world. And, her mysterious death has only added to her legend.

Another male tops my list, he is of course Rock Hudson. Rock was a movie star in every sense of the word and a terrific leading man. Commanding big money, living the high life, his face gracing every magazine in the world. Women swooned over him, men wanted to be him. Of course, in modern times he became the first celebrity face of the AIDS movement, dying from the disease in 1985. Turning up on daytime TV looking less than well with longtime pal, Doris Day. But, what is it about all these three men that made the idols around the world? What makes an idol? Maybe we can answer this by looking at one of the greatest idols of all time, still very much-loved today, Audrey Hepburn.

Like the three men , Audrey Hepburn was a movie star and a screen legend. She was also recognized as a fashion icon and humanitarian with her work for UNICEF. Indeed, I believe it is her ability to expose her vulnerability that continues to draws us, idol lovers, to her. Like the Elvis, Jimmy and Rock, she had a sensitivity the flowed through her body. This sensitivity made it impossible not to idolise her. She was the every-girl, the girl that could despite of her vulnerability, succeed to make a success of life. Men wanted to protect her, women wanted to be her.

Liz O’Sullivan, has a dream in Audrey Hepburn and I Consider Our Assets, she dreams if only she could be like Audrey Hepburn, if only she could find a real man then everything in her life would be perfect… While she can never be Audrey, she can be guided by her in her love life and during her therapy sessions, these sessions make for some amusing banter between Liz, her therapist called Rod, and Audrey Hepburn as we know her from her movies… Roman Holiday, Gigi and Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

Audrey Hepburn And I Consider Our Assets is a rare gem in musical theatre, it’s an Aussie story with a Hollywood twist, and reminds us of the importance of family, cautions us about mental health and love, entertains us with the joy of music, and looks at one of the greatest idols of all time, Audrey Hepburn.

Spread the word Australia about our show, and help make a dream a reality. Goodnight Melbourne, good’ay Australia. Checkout the teaser for A REAL MAN performed by Aria chart topper Katie Underwood, written and directed by me, and released online on 13th August 2014. Cheers Noel 🙂

Hello Little Man


There are three things I remember about my father…his smile, the way he smelt and his temper. You see my dad was dead by the time I was ten years old and I grew up the only kid on my street without a dad. Sometimes it was hard, as other kids would tease me for being the only one they knew who didn’t have an old man…the only kid in the world or so it seemed to me, without a dad.
I remember of a Sunday, dad would come and pick me up from my nan’s house around 7pm. It was an old terrace in inner city Sydney. I’d often stay with her on the weekend. My mum would be in the front seat of our car, dad at the wheel and me in the back. Dad would smoke, mum would talk. I use to watch his eye’s glancing back at me in the reflection of the car mirror, making sure I was seated as there was no seatbelts in those days. We’d get home, I’d have a bath and mum would tuck me into bed. Dad would pop his head into my bedroom and say goodnight. Then, one day he was gone. I never saw him again. I cried when mum told he was dead.
In my teens I started to have this reoccurring dream of him… him coming home from work, me on the front step to our house playing, and him gently patting me on the head. “Hello little man,” he said. The same dream would play over and over in my mind as I slept during puberty, sometimes in black and white, but more often than not in full living colour.
My dad looked like a movie star with his bright eyes, a wicked smile and dazzling teeth. He could be playful but his mood could also quickly change and when it did all hell broke loose. He was not an easy man.
Years later as an adult I started to think he must have been unhappy with his lot in life. But, as a little boy he often scared me. I never got his anger as a child, but as an adult I started to understand the cracks in his amour, and strangely I started to reconnect with him.
As a child, when I got into bed at night and said my prayers, it was hard sometimes to say God bless daddy…but I’d always force myself to say it. And while I was at it, I’d bless my neighbours for good measure. One thing I clearly remember as a child is I was never hit or beaten, at least I don’t remember it. Even when dad went on a rampage through the house, often drunk, I was never in the line of fire.
He was a mystery in many ways to me. He was warm at times, he was funny, he could be charming, and he could get angry. That was my dad to me full stop! We never spoke much when he was alive that I can recall, but once he’d passed away, I couldn’t shut him up. The first time dad made his reappearance in our house was a year to the day after he’d died.
On a bleak winter’s night, dad decided to pay us a visit. He had this funny habit once he was dead of popping his head around the corner of my bedroom door and just smiling at me. It would always give me a fright. Sometimes I’d find him smiling back at me as I went to draw the blinds before bedtime. Once my mum was so distressed when dad popped his head around the corner of her bedroom door, I had to jump in bed with her just to calm her down. We slept with the lights on that night together. I think mum thought he was coming back to kill her…eventually I started to believe he’d come to protect me. This thought of protection and of my father’s love has stayed with me since the day he died.
Over time dad’s visits got less and less frequent, life took over I guess for everyone in my family including me… but his love, the way it smelt, the essence of him, I’d know anywhere.
I’ve been grateful to have him popping in and out of my life at stressful times. Sometimes whispering in my ear, telling me that I should do this or I shouldn’t do that. Sometimes he gives me a bear hug sort of…a hug of energy kind of…a hug so strong it makes me cry… it can be overwhelming to be loved that much, but there is no denying it’s my dad’s hug. I can smell him. It happened recently in the kitchen and he took my breath clean away. Then his energy sort of disappeared out of the kitchen via the open window, in a cloud. It was a hot Melbourne night. I wondered if the old man in the flats opposite saw him leave. Probably not, I decided…
I mentioned dad was still visiting me to my family a few months back, they fell silent. I didn’t care, it’s important to believe what you know is true, right? As a kid, I felt unloved I guess by my father. But, as a grown man I feel his love all around me, around every corner, firm, steady, and constant.
It would have been good to have him on earth a little longer than I did, I suppose, but the poetry of my life has taught me to be grateful for my lot, count your blessings, and just get on with things. You can’t choose your family but you can choose your friends so they say. My father is family and friend, dead or alive, I’m lucky…I’m grateful. I’m loved.
Now, I switch off the kitchen light, get into bed and I say to my dad…God bless daddy…and God bless the next door neighbour too.