Imagine...

Imagine you're a man.

Imagine you go into a theatre, a brightly lit theatre.

(One that admittedly had the impertinence of calling it's 30th Anniversary season XXX for the scintillation factor - but THAT marquee is long gone by this imagined night).

Imagine you are in said theatre, along with about 170 well-heeled theatre-goers of both sexes who are mingling and having refined glasses of merlot while discussing current events. Both doors are manned by conservatively dressed women with obviously god-given (as opposed to plastic or surgically enhanced) attributes, and the box office is manned by a lovely lady in a turtleneck sweater who kindly gives you a season brochure that includes a Tom Waits Musical, a renowned play about the Montreal in the 70s, and a play about 3 middle aged women in Cape Breton.

Now imagine all of this and tell me...

... WOULD YOU STILL THINK YOU WERE IN A PORN THEATRE?

Post Party giddiness....

Damn we throw a good party!

Thanks to my partners in crime...er....party planning! As always you made my life easier and my evening more enjoyable - hope you had a good time too!

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On another note.... dontcha love when an excellent CD you weren't expecting suddenly finds it's way into your hands? I brought the four CDs I got for Christmas into my work to listen to today (I admit it's an odd mix but hey... I'm odd). BUT my work CD player holds FIVE CDs... and by some quirk of fate/miracle/bit of karma a fifth CD shows up out of the blue!!

The latest Sixshooter records compilation... complete with a tune from both the new Captain Tractor Record AND the upcoming Chris Wynters record - woohoo!! Happiness.

And that makes five!

Opening Night

I love this day... now that I have a level of comfort here, this day is much more about anticipation than stress (although there's still a touch of that, always). And this time there is a crazy mix of 70s music going on in the lobby - setting the mood for one of Canada's breakthrough works of theatre. And I think it's impossible to be in a negative headspace when disco fills your ears...

And this time there's glamour and wigs and too much make-up. (And I'm a sucker for drag queens - don't know why, or where it came from, but God, I love a good queen!).

It's going to be quite the party!

For my many artist friends...

If only the artists could simply be artists. I often wish that they had the time to devote solely to their respective pursuits.

enough time, enough money, enough to eat, enough to drink, stimulating conversation, a soft bed, abundant love…

I wish they had all of these things without having to waste their precious energy on the day to day. If only she had time to sit and write. If only he didn’t have to work that dreaded day job. If only he could just live in the studio. If only they could make music endlessly. I dream of artistic co-ops, or lottery wins to be able to make their lives easier and more full of art, song, dance… I don’t mean this is about money – only in the mundane is that what I mean, in the sense of necessary resources, hierarchy of needs type stuff. I truly wish for them more time, time to immerse themselves in the earthy and ethereal arts they love and are compelled by and drawn towards. More freedom to simply create.

But I wonder if it’s that scarcity that makes the artistic more meaningful, more productive, deeper? I wonder if they had this miracle of time and resources that I wish for them - would their minds stop creating so readily. I wonder if removing the obstacles would dull the edge. Some people say artists must suffer for their art.

I don’t know the answer. I just wish them more creations, more songs, more poems. And all the time in the world to enjoy them.

sporadic, at best

I've been writing alot, honest. It's just that I've been writing on paper, the old fashioned way. Writing in the journal, and in the thing that may be a book, and an old tyme letter or two (the kind you send in the mail I mean) and writing blog posts on paper, because I'm not near a computer and because I'm not sure I want them here anyway... not sure they're appropriate, not sure they're ready, not sure they're what I want to say to the world... only to those little lines in that little notebook, you know the one (we all have one after all).

But I am writing, maybe more than ever.

Note to self...

When debating late night excapades that lead to dancing, the answer is ALWAYS yes. Don't spend precious minutes trying to talk yourself out of it - just go for it! It's worth it for the rush of happiness that dancing always is.

Thanks for the bounce folks - every one of you rocks my world!