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Opening Gala

7pm Tue 20 June


Australia's Boys of Motown

6:30pm Wed 21 to Sun 25 June

Queen of Broadway – The Ethel Merman Story

7pm Wed 21 to Sun 25 June

Ginger and Tonic: For Love or Money

8:30pm Wed 21 to Sun 25 June


2pm Sat 24 & Sun 25 June

Doll by Babushka Cabaret

4:30pm Sat 24 & Sun 25 June

Put the Blame on Mame

5pm Sat 24 & Sun 25 June

You're My World - The Cilla Black Story

6:30pm Tue 27 June to Sat 1 July

Blue:The Songs of Joni Mitchell

7pm Tue 27 June to Sat 1 July

Cyrens – The Songs of Cy Coleman

8:30pm Tue 27 June to Sat 1 July

Dolly Diamond: The Lady is a Tramp

9pm Tue 27 June to Sat 1 July

It's not me, It's Lou

4:30pm Sat 1 & Sun 2 July


5pm Sat 1 & Sun 2 July

Dolly Diamond’s Closing Night Cabaret

7pm Sun 2 July


Closing message from Artistic Director Mike McLeish

Glance over your shoulder just one more time, dab at the corner of your eye with your monikered handkerchief and then walk dramatically towards the horizon, because the 2016 Melbourne Cabaret Festival can now live only in our collective memories. I should probably give you some stats, but I’m going to give that a miss. Stats creep me out. Suffice to say, a whole bunch of truly excellent people braved some of the coldest winter nights that Melbourne has unleashed in recent memory to see a whole bunch of truly excellent shows. I was floored by the stuff I got to see. Literally. Those of you who helped back to my feet night after night will attest to that. (Thanks for that, by the way.)

My feelings of gratitude are mammoth. They are huge, wooly feelings with massive curved tusks. I don’t have the space here to do the dutiful thing and list everyone who is worthy of thanks. There are too many of you, and the festival could not and would not exist, or function, without any of you. Thank you, all. May the universe rain good fortune and happiness down upon you.

And finally, to the audience - to every last wonderful human who attended the festival - we are yours. We belong to you. It’s obvious, I know, but I wanted to remind you. The arts in this country right now is kind of like Michael J. Fox towards the end of Back To The Future when he’s trying to play guitar and he holds his hand up in front of his face and it begins to fade away. But you, you glorious people, are the courage and love of the McFlys; the courage and love that brings Marty back to life and lets him play.

So please, do come again.

You are the reason the arts will always survive.

Let us play for you.

And go and watch Back To The Future.