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And, Friday, after the girl's leave, I'm back in town after cleaning up the guest-house to see the burlesque.
It's like the other plays I've seen here - completely WTF, politics, sex, every-other-act out of left field, there's no cohesive whole, but - at the same time - it's great.
It's got the support of the entire community.
I've been to the same event's in Calgary - they tend to draw the same crowds - uniform, kinksters, swingers and wife-swappers, here it's different. It's everyone. And I identify better with everyone than I do with the specialty niche groups. If I'm at a Gay Bar I want the eclectic crowd of straight-gay-kink-confused-etc. Being at a Gay Bar filled with nothing but homosexuals has no appeal whatsoever. This event wins, if only by it's inclusiveness.
The acts, WTF, I make one minute videos of each of the intros, don't record too far, only want to tantalize, send them to the boy to show him what he's missing. He's missing out for sure.
The first few acts, the thicker gals, then the slender ones - there are abundant beauties here, and the acts, varied, comic, sexy, the diverse sizes, the "inclusiveness" - regardless of my own tastes, it makes the event a win-win. And the audience, always the audience, they're supportive in volume and applause like you'd never see in the big city.
This is great. I'm sad the boy couldn't be here.
(waiting for the show to start, the gentleman in the top hat is an audience member dressed up...just in case they need him...)
The show goes, good couple of hours, there's the kinkster's here for sure, there's a woman from yesterday at the hot-springs with the daughter, she was then with her husband and child, today she's here with her black lover (and I watch carefully, yep, I'm not misreading this), but there's everybody else as well. Normal people. Cultivated people. Artistic people. Articulate people. Common people. And herein is the value.
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The burlesque ends, the bar begins shutting down, it's only 12:30. The doorman(Woman) - A friend of a friend, I buy her a drink, it's all shutting down, we move on, to Finleys - the redneck bar - smoking on the patio - this is good, a hot summers night, on the patio, cigarettes allowed, where else? And we chat.
She's homeless as well. She's a variety of housesitting gigs in town, she takes me to the first - an artist, his studio, furnished with artists shit, inspirational props, I have all of this, not exactly the same but close enough, same-ish-ness, deja-vu, I know him without meeting him. And then to her other place, where she'll sleep, an arts apartment above Baker Street, and, looking around, I know this as well, know the tenant without meeting her by her furnishings and books, we drink, chat, she lifts her shirt, pulls down the side of her trousers to show me her tattoos, offers to let me sleep over - tempting, she marks the invisible line down the bed, but I find her attractive and this invisible line, I won't respect it I know, not sure if that's the point, we've both had a few, but it's better to be cautious and I'll catch up with her again when I've a place of my own...
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Tonight, the choice was between the Valley - play, "A Midsummer's Night Dream", and dinner with the cult. I was all for the cult, there was going to be dinner, blessings, then after music and dancing, shit, I wanted the cult...
...the boy did too, but his friend, well, he was a bit leery. And so liberal democracy is thwarted yet again by the conservatives...
We end up driving into the valley - "A Midsummer's Night Dream", playing at the Vallican Whole. We're optimistic, after last night's "WTF" we're pretty excited about how much more "WTF" we'll get here.
It's community theatre. Everyone in the audience - maybe 100 people - they're related to - brother, sister, mother, son, daughter, father, husband, mother, wife - somehow to a member - or several - of the cast. And there's a lot of "in" jokes, laughter at things we wouldn't get, we're not in with, we don't know the community.
It's a bit of a buy in. A lot of a buy in. Like with - if you're following this from Calgary - "Front Row Centre" Players - the people who did the "Big" musicals again at the Pumphouse Theater. The productions - they were enthusiastic, but amateurs. The same. But here, the audience goes wild. It's great.
And some of the performances - well, they're worth it. And others - well,...but the enthusiasm, the general appreciation from the community, it overrides all tastes and prejudice.
The first act ends, go outside, have a cigarette, chat to a couple of the locals, it's amusing, this, funny, we're laughing at the cultural disparities, the fact that such a family oriented production has such obvious product references to the local currency.
Try this in Calgary. Even with liquor. The boy knows, it wouldn't fly. You'd be getting letters to the editor, unwanted features in the papers, arrested, it would be "NO".
Here they're all in on the joke. The joke, well, you know it if you're reading this, and if you don't I won't explain. The sun is going down, the play ends, the theatre is roused to ridiculous applause - and, were there a green room, we'd be staying - there's interest, there's beauty and personality, this would be the best "Green Room" in the country, I'm sure, but there isn't and the boys are hungry, want to return to the hostel to eat and then go out clubbing so we drive off into the sunset, 30 minutes or so back to Nelson, the long shadows of evening promising further adventures. I love this place.
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So, the boy's in town, take him on the grand tour. Oso, Happy Hour at the grill on the lake, a couple of dozen oysters and Caesars, other appetizers, then, in the evening, the Variety Show. It's at the Capitol Theatre, a fund raiser for the Oxygen Arts Center, a good cause, I don't bother inquiring as to details as - on occasion - the best experiences are walked into blind.
Outside, people milling about, a fine summers evening, there's a period dressed brass band - tuba, trumpets, trombone, snare drum drumming up interest, playing period pieces, .... the boy - him and his friend, they're late, and I'm annoyed they're missing this - and the fear sets in that they'll miss the play, they're exhausted from the trip, they fell asleep at the hostel...
They show up. Late. The theatre fills - not full, but pretty good for a town of 10,000 people, all ages, shapes & sizes, per-capita, I've said it before, there's a far more educated crowd here than you'll find in bigger cities, by a long shot...
Waiting for the show to begin....
The Capital Theatre, perfectly restored vintage movie theatre and playhouse, the community saved it, many times over, it's great, only "The Uptown" was close to as good as this in Calgary, and look what they did to it. Here, it's preserved, loved, used. We're front row centre, exactly where I want to be, my favorite position in the theatre, maybe - because of the height of the stage, a little too close, but it's fine...
And the show begins. A variety show, thinly plotted or threaded on the lines of "Aliens on Earth" - a reference to Trump, current politics, it'd be stretching to read too much into it but I get what they're trying for. And skit after skit, easily 30 performers, completely - on the surface - unrelated, the first, the skit of continuity that recurs throughout the evening involving a ...
Well, really, there's no explaining it. It's one "WTF" moment stacked upon another, impossible to describe, I'll try, but you really had to be there.
Examples: 2 Japanese (??) men in tight spandex and with power drills behaving as dueling robots, in sync with the sound of the power drills. A Slovenian woman doing a performance art-piece, in Slovenian, with a sprinkling of English to make sure you understand what's going on - "Mail-Order-Bride", etc. A Talking Mime. A Nationalistic Beaver. A Banjo player that lures the entire audience into singing along with him. Aliens in spacesuits with buckets on their head singing of their love of Spaceworms. You couldn't make this up, I'm not making this up, we're all laughing sooo hard...we're missing a key ingredient, ridiculous, here, given it's abundance, had we known I would have ensured the boys were properly dosed, but we're still laughing...
After this to the Yellow Deli, a delightful cafe for a late night bite to eat, tomorrow evening I promise the boys we'll visit the farm for the community night, who knows, it's early, plans here get waylaid all of the time, sidetracked, forgotten, ... but, the boy, his friend, they tell me with a tear in their eyes, they never want to leave...
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So, made the Nephew close and found myself at Literary Death Match. All sold out. Wait around 10, 15 minutes, get a last minute ticket, whew, I'm in...
Careful what you wish for...
Amusing, but not so, glad I'm saw it but don't think I'd see it again. Authors, by dress and appearances, appear to be largely a homeless lot, while all were clearly good, even very good at their craft, this was largely about performance. And here they all did well too, only expecting authors to perform is a little like expecting integrity out of lawyers, clearly it's not their job, if they have it, great, if they don't maybe they still have merit. So, all in all, a silly night out, really didn't have to see it but I did and I'll know better for next time. Readings would have been just fine...
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SO in lieu of theatrical offerings found a local burlesque show to attend tonight. Good, a couple of the dancers exceptional, real beauty, older (and being older I prefer to see beauty a little closer my age...something just wrong about admiring 20 year old girls...), an adequate comedic magician MC who competently executes a variety of tricks I know, this, in itself, I hate, as I prefer to seriously and very incompetently attempt my wizardry with conjuring, thunder, and dragons, but grudgingly credit where credit is due, not my thing, but since he managed to finish most of his tricks without everybody guessing I guess he's got me beat...
And more dancers, sexy fare, stripteases leaving a bit to the imagination, and real women, not flawless but beautiful women, and it's been a long while ...
The venue, well, thanks for hosting, but it's a shame to see talent so marginalized in shithole makeshift theaters in dire bars and pubs, really, If I ever find diamonds my first charity will be the arts community of Calgary, this city really needs a heart and soul ... and the crowd, perhaps 40, 50 people, mostly friends of the performers, recognizing a few of them from some of Calgary's darker alternative venues, Kink Nights, a bit sad that in a city of a million the entire alternative community comprises a mere 40 or 50 people, on a good, great, night, maybe a hundred or two. But that's Calgary.