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Review – Story Story Lie All-Star Season Closer

Comedy, Culture, Events, Performance, Podcast, Reviews, Showcase

August 18, 2017

It has been a hell of a year for Story Story Lie! Starting off at Cafe Deux Soleils and ending at The Fox Cabaret, and with that having one of the best endings to a season one could have.  The closer was a who’s who of storytellers from the area all vying to trick the audience, but really just amazing us and sometimes embarrassing themselves.

Jo Dworschak and her “Vanna” Matt Loeb hosted a great show and their chemistry and comedic timing made the night super amazing. The Storytellers for the night were Zain Meghji, Nic Enright-Morin, Burcu, Mark Hughes,  Suzy Rawsome.

The first story of the night was from Nic Enright-Morin who told us a story about how she was an ESL teacher in England and agreed to cat sit for a co-worker who lived on a houseboat for two weeks. The cat ended up thinking she was the best and one night when she decided to drunkenly bring a former student home to get lucky only to have cat attack him while they were doing the deed. She ended up dislocating her knee and he ended up needing medical treatment, they both ended up having to go to the hospital. The co-worker came back to almost everything in the boat being covered in blood…Or did she?

The second story of the night was from Suzy Rawsome who regaled us with the story of being a trashy teenager in Surrey who was a late bloomer but ended up getting drunk at a park with some friends and hooking up with a guy behind some trees in which she decided to get fully naked. Their friends figured out that they were boning and stole her clothing. They managed to put her underwear up on the backstop of a baseball diamond. She had to pay a friend 10$ to retrieve it a week later…Or did she?

The third story was from Mark Hughes who lived a rough life and he and a friend decided to rob a convenience store to buy drugs while drunk. They ended up stealing a car and then crashing it. They had a gun with them and Mark hid it under the seat of the car after crashed. Before being taken to the hospital he decided to pretend to be unconscious, the hospital staff treated him really nicely until they found out that he had stolen a car. The nurse once she found out what was going on, shoved the catheter into his penis with extra force… he had to continue to play unconscious while that was happening. He ended up going to jail and sobering up. Later on, he found out that the gun he had, was a replica and therefore wouldn’t have been able to fire…Or did he?

The fourth story was from Burcu who had a client who was a prominent politician who was also a cross-dresser. He came to her for years privately to have her help him buy clothes for him to wear privately and they became good friends. One day he came to her with all of his clothes and said he wanted to stop cross-dressing because he felt like it was hurting his family. After talking it through she agreed and bought back all of the clothing they had picked out. A few hours later a woman came into the store and bought almost all of the clothing that he had turned in. And a few hours after that, the politician called to say that all of his cross-dressing clothes were back in his closet and wanted to know what was going on!? Apparently, the woman who bought the clothes was his wife…Or did she?

And the last story was from Zain Meghji who went on a trip to Columbia but started having bad stomach pains and was vomiting. They told him it was altitude sickness. When he came back to Vancouver he went to a hot yoga class and started having the same sickness. He went to the doctor who said that he had the flu. Then he went on a hike with an activity group and continued to have the same symptoms. He kept Googling the symptoms and every time he would it would tell him that he had an appendicitis. However, every time he went to the doctor they would tell him he didn’t. Eventually, he went to a yoga retreat and was so sick that when he came back he went to the ER and that is when they told him that he had a ruptured appendix but that they were going to wait until October 27, 2017, to see if it is worth operating on. He may or may not be dead by then, but who knows… or does he?

After each story was done, the audience got to ask pointed questions and the storytellers had to answer them. There was also an expert on “Lying” as a guest who would give an analysis of who was and wasn’t truthful based on body language. Then we were told to text Jo our guess as to who was the liar. They tallied up each vote and at the end of the night, Nic and Suzy were tied.

So, who was the liar? Who wasn’t? Well… you are going to have to listen to the podcast when it comes out. 

Story Story Lie is a gem, and it is going to become even better when it moves to The Rio on September 21st. 

For more information and a picture of a cute bunny read our interview with Jo.

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Meditations for People Who Hate People – Episode 1 – My Rock

Comedy, Culture, Lifestyle, Podcast

August 16, 2017

This is our first podcast produced by one of our creators Callyn Dorval! She will be doing weekly meditations for you every Wednesday.

Join your guide Callyn as she calmly leads you to your rock in the woods and helps you deal with your feelings around people who cause unnecessary drama in your life.

We hope this is a relaxing and cathartic experience for you.

*Background track is Healing by Kevin MacLeod – Royalty Free

Meditations For People Who Hate People – Episode 1 – My Rock

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Shakespeare Butts Review

Burlesque, Events, Performance, Reviews

August 15, 2017

If you haven’t heard already, Geekenders and Instant Theatre are partnering up to put on a Fringe show, “Slumber Here”, a real life RPG retelling of Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. To raise funds for the much hyped mini donkey and portal to the fairy world, Geekenders presented to us A Bawdy Night of Bardlesque Revelry, a variety of burlesque acts based on the Bard’s sizeable body of work. Whether a Shakespeare nerd or someone who appreciates the art of burlesque, this marriage of the two is sure to be an entertaining ride.

The night began with the audience filing into the Rio Theatre with Shakespeare memes on the screen and Ren Faire-esque music from the speakers. As the band for “Slumber Here” led by Ian Montgomery takes the stage, the theatre came to a hush and otherworldly music filled the air. After a couple of songs, William Shakespeare himself (Instant Theatre’s own Nikolai Witschl) sauntered up to the stage to deliver many puns before introducing the first act with even more puns.

First act of the night was Hairy von Heels with his reinterpretation of King Lear. New to burlesque, Hairy von Heels brought life and humor to the tragic tale of familial love and succession. His costume changes and dance routine ended with a crown on his head and not much else.

Next in line was a routine based on The Merchant of Venice with Effie Alexandra as Portia and Stephen Blakley as Bassanio. Effie Alexandra’s mesmerizing routine had heavy hip hop overtones and incorporated selected audience members as the princes of Morocco and Arragon. As the number unfolded, each chose a box of gold and silver, leaving the box of Pb for Bassanio, thus winning her hand in a passionate embrace.

Afterwards, it was Antony and Cleopatra with Catfish as the titular queen of Egypt. Catfish’s Elizabeth Taylor-esque Cleopatra captured the audience with silliness and exaggerated expressions while prancing around on stage to The Bangle’s “Dance like an Egyptian”. An actual trouser (stuffed) snake put the routine to an end as Cleopatra slipped into eternal slumber.

What Midsummer Night’s fundraiser would be complete without its very own number? Next, we have Cruella De Vine in a transformational number as Nick Bottom. It began with the writer puzzling over his script only to have a fairy blow fairy dust (or glitter, as it is known in the mortal realm) blown in her face. This spelled her metamorphosis from human to Eeyore, off to find her Titania.

The only historical number of the night was Bella de Colletage as Queen Margaret from Henry VI. This kickass number saw Queen Margaret strutting on stage as Hairy von Heels’ Duke of York cowered in a corner in awe and fear.

Another of the Bard’s famous work, Taming of the Shrew, we had Jayne Fondue as Bianca, and Graeme Thompson, Greg Delmage, and Stephen Blakley as her three suitors. This hilarious number began with the three attractive – if pompous – suitors vying for Bianca’s affections and almost winning it. After much competition and chest pounding, each suitor then brought a gift as the final offering, one of which was a cheese pizza. To the audience’s surprise and delight, Jayne Fondue’s Bianca ran off with the pizza and left her suitors behind, awkwardly consoling each other.

Before intermission, the stage took a dark and delicious turn with Titus Andronicus, in which Kitty Glitter’s Titus committed a fun, brutal murder. Hairy von Heels and Seamus Fit-It-In appeared briefly as Chiron and Demetrius, Titus’ guilty victims who were made into pie. Kitty Glitter then smeared said pie all over herself and fed the audience whipped cream, once again proving that revenge is a dish best served sexy.

After intermission, the Slumber Here band once again captivated the audience with a couple of lively tunes before Will Shakespeare welcomed them back and introduced them to Romeo and Juliet. Trixie Hobbitses and Stephen Blakley serenaded the crowd with a parody of “Sixteen Going on Seventeen” from The Sound of Music – “Thirteen Going on Fourteen”. The altered lyrics brought to light how amusingly creepy and ridiculous the premise of the story was, all the while in ironic contrast to Trixie and Stephen’s adorable displays of affection.

Next, we have a gender transcending number with Rear Admiral Ziggy Starbutts as Twelfth Night’s Viola/Cesario. Ziggy sashayed on stage to a jaunty tune in a full suit, top hat, and a sparkly mustache. As the dance number progressed, she tap danced her way into a flowy dress and presented herself to be Viola, before shedding even that to reveal “Olivia” scrawled on her stomach with an arrow pointing downward, and “Orsino” above her rear.

No Shakespeare night is complete without Lion King Hamlet. Draco Muff-Boi and Ginger Femmecat took to the stage as the titular character and his lover. Ginger brought vividly to life the ethereal and delicate Ophelia, while Draco’s Hamlet appropriately brooded and sulked around the stage. With Ginger drowning in a mist from a squirt bottle and Draco expiring from poison, the routine came to an end with a proper Hamlet ending.

The second supernatural act of the night saw Jaspurr Moans as The Tempest’s Ariel. No, not the mermaid. This Ariel was more bird-like and danced sensually to enchantingly stormy music, ensnaring the audience with her routine.

Another spellbinding routine, the second last act was Lithium Little, Taylor Mayde, and Leeloo Oleander as the Wyrd Sisters from the cursed Scottish play. This bewitching display had the three sisters gyrating against fittingly ominous music with fireplay a consistent motif throughout the spellbindingly eerie number. The unearthly performance ended with the foretelling of Macbeth’s rise and fall, with a flash of fire through the crown.

Last but not least is Adam Stargasm’s debut as Julius Caesar, alongside Effie Alexandra, Kitty Glitter, Hairy von Heels, Princess Iwannaleia, Seamus Fit-It-In, and Stephen Blakley. This entertaining yet increasingly chaotic number captured perfectly the tumultuous nature of politics. And in true Shakespearean tragedy fashion, everybody died.

All in all, Bardlesque was much like many other Geekenders ventures, clever and entertaining. Even accumulating a pile of bodies on stage had the audience in stitches. To catch more of Geekenders ventures, coming up on August 18th is Lord of the Schwings: A Tolkien Burlesque Night at the Rio Theatre. Or if you want to see more Shakespearean ventures, click here to get tickets to Slumber Here.

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Bye, Marvel.

Books & Writing, Culture, Events, Fail, Opinion

August 14, 2017

I have an awesome geeky friend who happens to be a girl (like about eighty-ninety percent of the writers on this site). She knows more about Star Wars and Star Trek and Doctor Who than I do and she’s flirting with comics. She liked Captain America as a kid and we keep getting DC Superhero Girls stuff for her niece (who loves Batgirl). She likes Spider-Gwen and Monstress, mostly, but she also really digs the movies that’ve come out, especially Captain America. She bought a Cap shirt and wore it a lot for years, but these days it’s gathering dust in a closet.

“Can’t wear it anymore,” says she, when asked. “Movie Cap is still cool and that’s the one I like, but comics Cap? I get weird looks from people when I walk into a comic shop with it. One time, a guy got really excited and started talking to me about racial purity and, well, yeah. Comic Cap is a Nazi now.”

Another guy I know was raised in a casually racist household. His parents and his family believed that anyone with a skin tone darker than theirs was genetically inferior. The thing that got him thinking and changed his mind? Marvel Comics. Specifically, Black Panther. Marvel Comics opened his mind, changed his world. He was digging the comics but hated when it crossed over with Secret Empire.

“Sure, the racists are the bad guys, but didn’t Sam Wilson apologize to a bunch of racists for being black?” says he. “Like, the good guys are telling racists it’s okay to be racists. Also, Captain America is a Nazi? Fuck you.”

I grew up Jewish. There’s a lot of fear that comes with being a Jew in any era. We get blamed for a lot of troubles that we have no power over and nothing to do with because it was politically expedient to do so and political and historical inertia is a thing.

“Jews control the banks and Hollywood!” racists like to say. A lot of us work in the financial sector and entertainment because those were the only two industries we were legally allowed to work in at the dawn of the twentieth century. We get blamed for playing by the rules that other people forced on us, but that ties into a popular Jewish saying: This, too, shall pass.

Still, it’s always inspiring to see the impact we’ve had on the cultural landscape. We invented and refined comic books. The characters in them? The heroes? We largely created them. Captain America and Superman were both Jewish inventions built around concepts of decency, of sticking up for the underdog. Both of them were politically motivated and both of them helped defeat racists in the real world: Captain America helped shame America into getting involved with World War II and Superman did a lot to take down the KKK.

DC Comics has had a lot of problems over the past decade, but they seem to be picking themselves up. Their comics are full of self-contained stories and they’ve seen a gradual increase in sales to go along with it as they expand and create minority and legacy heroes. Marvel, on the other hand, has been focusing on interconnected crossovers where you need to buy more than one title to figure out what’s going on and famously blamed diversity for their flagging sales.

Their latest big dumb crossover event infected more than a dozen of their titles and also turned Captain America into a Nazi – he sided with his enemies at Hydra, killed a bunch of people, turned fascist and tried to conquer the world and install genetic purity and all the other hallmarks of Nazi idiocy.

And now, it’s over.

Marvel’s latest big stupid event crossover thing where they want you to buy all their comics to have some inkling of understanding what’s going on? The idiot thing that interrupts the stories you actually care about and replaces it with one that marginalizes those stories and characters? The one that turned the conscience of Marvel Comics into a Nazi to hit a sales bump and saw ever-decreasing returns to all their titles? The one proposed by the Trump supporter in charge of Marvel, who had a failed Republican politician that thought the school-to-prison pipeline made good business sense turn the creation of two Jews into a Nazi? It just ended. They’re already planning to retcon it out of existence, but it ended.

It’s over.

And so is my time with Marvel Comics. It’s been a while since we touched anything Marvel related with the whole God of Comics; the last one hinted at this stance but I just want to be clear about where we stand as actual Nazis in real life hold rallies and start murdering people again – we will not review, promote, or have anything to do with Marvel until Nick Spencer and Ike Perlmutter no longer work at that company.

We’ll talk about the movies, the Netflix series, all the things that have nothing to do with either of those people – and we want to stress that we do believe that they are people because they are people, a simple observation that neither would give us given that pretty much everyone here is a minority of some type.

I’d like to say that it’s a loss. I’ll miss Spider-Gwen and Hawkeye and Black Panther. I’d say about a third of my collection is Marvel Comics and I’ll be holding onto them because I can happily remember what was. And I’m sure that we’ll get comics worth reading from Marvel again, because this, too, shall pass.

But I cannot, in good conscience, support a company that thinks turning their moral center into a Nazi is good business sense. And I cannot support a writer or an executive that do not see me as a person and would rather inspire those that would see me and my family and the people I care about dead.

Good-bye for now, Marvel. It’s been fun.

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Fiction: Wolf’s Weird

Books & Writing, Culture, Short Fictions

August 13, 2017

The Wolf dreamed, and in his dream he fell in love. The girl was young and wore a coat of rich red, and when he tasted her he knew he was hers forever.

When dawn broke, the Wolf left his den in the Dirkwood and loped across the plains to the city. That’s where the humans lived, among others, and the girl in the red coat was definitely a human. Wolves are practical, level-headed creatures, but every now and then one might come down with an awful obsession, and indeed this one had.

It was a long run, and the sun was drifting to bed in the West when the Wolf arrived at the city. The lights in the great Knight Market were twinkling alight, as the shops that did not sell their wares in daylight opened for business. The Wolf paused and stared at the signs; he was a smart Wolf, but had never been taught to read, and the signs were a mystery to him. Wolves do not give up easily, though, and he determined to go into every shop until he found someone who knew the girl in his dream, or had used them all up.

The first shop was an alchemist’s, its walls lined with shelves and the shelves lined with bottles in every color and smell of the rainbow. The alchemist was an old man, stooped, gnarled, and with a long white beard stained in many patches by his work.

“Good evening, Sir Wolf,” said the alchemist, whose customers were often not human.

“Good evening,” said the Wolf, “I must find a girl, can you help me?”

“You want a love potion, eh?” The old man stroked his stained beard thoughtfully. “Could do, could do. I don’t have one on hand for wolves, it’d be a special order.”

The Wolf shook his huge shaggy head. “Love I have, but the girl herself is missing. I dreamed a dream that must come true, of a young human girl with hair of midnight and a coat of scarlet. How can I find her?”

“A dream, eh?” The alchemist clicked his tongue in disapproval. “I’m afraid I don’t deal in dreams of sleep. I have not seen such a girl either. Perhaps you should see the fortune-teller at the end of the lane?”

The Wolf nodded his thanks and padded out. At the end of the lane was a small shop bedecked with curtains and lace, with tarocchi cards laid out in the window. Within, at the single small table, sat a robed woman with her eyes closed, swaying back and forth.

“Good evening,” said the Wolf, and he would have said more but was cut off.

“Hush! The Spirits speak. They speak of a new visitor, a handsome stranger looking for love. Is this true?”

The Wolf was forced to admit that it was. “I must find–”

Again she cut him off. “You seek a girl! Your lover-to-be! I see… hair like a raven’s wing… cloaked in the color of blood…”

“Yes! That is her, where may I find her?”

“First give me a piece of silv–” but the woman did not finish speaking; instead, she opened her eyes, saw for the first time that her client was not a handsome swain but a huge Wolf of the Dirkwood, and screamed and screamed!

“Please stop that! I mean you no harm.”

And still she screamed.

“Did the Spirits not tell you that you would meet a Wolf this night?”

And yet on she screamed.

“Very well. Good evening to you.”

The Wolf worked his way down the lane. Some received him courteously, some with great discourtesy indeed, but none could help. As the Eastward sky began to brighten, he arrived at the last shop, smaller than most, unlit, and set some ways away from the others. Inside was dim, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust.

The shop was strange; though its apparent wares of threads and bolts of fabric were present, they seemed ancient, and all was covered with cobwebs. Thinking the place abandoned, he was about to leave when a strange smell caught his nose and he realized he was not alone. Behind the counter, shrouded in a thick grey cloak, stood a figure. It seemed to be watching him, but he could not see its face in the shadows.

“Welcome,” the figure said, in a strange, fluting voice.

“Are these your wares?” asked the Wolf, his manners momentarily forgotten.

“They were once. They could be again, if need be. I am a Weaver. What do you seek?”

“I dreamed a dream that must come true, of a young human girl with hair of midnight and a coat of scarlet. Can you help me find her?”

“Ahh, dreams. Dreams can be woven, and unwoven. Let us see.”

The weaver laid out some threads, and with extraordinary speed and no other artifice wove them into a mandala, a square of many intertwined colors. When it was nearly done, the Weaver said, “I must have some of your hair: one from your head, one from your heart, and one from your tail. Only in this way can we know what must come next.”

The Wolf was surprised by this, but agreed. The Weaver approached him and with silent swiftness plucked the three hairs, seemingly all at once. Then it returned to the mandala, and wove the hairs within.

The Weaver stared at the finished mandala for a few moments, then showed it to the Wolf, to whom the patterns and swirls meant nothing.

“My dear Wolf, luck in love is not your lot. There is such a girl, but she is not to be found in the Lands Above.”

“But the Lands Above are all that is! If she exists, but she is nowhere in the world, where can she be?”

The Weaver chuckled, a very old sound. “No, Sir Wolf. The Lands Above are not all that is. There are Lands Below as well.”

“Can you get me there, to her?” He did not care what horrors this other Land may be beset with, as long as he could find his love.

“Space can be woven and unwoven. Time too, for those with the skill, and I am the last of the great Weavers. It can be done, but the price will be very high.”

“Hang the price! If you can do it, let it be done!”

“Terms first, Sir Wolf! I do not take payment in gold or goods, and this journey will take far far more from you than I would charge. You will lose your life.”

“What nonsense is this? You would see me dead?”

“Not dead, no. Not at all. But your life would not be your own.”

The Weaver lowered its hood, and the Wolf beheld an enormous slender spider, the last of the great Weavers.

“You would no longer be the Wolf of the Dirkwood. You would no longer remember that there had been such a place, or such a Wolf. Tell me, is your love worth the price?”

Every now and then a wolf might come down with an awful obsession. “Yes. For her… all that I am and more, which I would give her anyway.”

The Weaver flexed its fangs, the tips of which glittered wetly in the dawning light. “Very well, then. Farewell, Sir Wolf; may your choice prove wise.” It darted forward and bit the Wolf upon his great neck. The Wolf staggered, then fell forward into a darkness deeper than any he had ever known.

 


 

For Carmen’s 12th birthday, her parents had made a promise that they were already regretting as they stood in the doorway of the animal shelter. Carmen was beside herself with excitement, going from cage to cage, cat to dog to cat to dog to snake. Her parents were visibly relieved when she passed the snake by.

“Any of them? For me? Really?” Carmen said.

“Yes, as long as you promise to take good care of them. This will be your responsibility.” said her mother.

Carmen went back to the cages, asking the amused lady behind the counter all sorts of things about all the animals. Finally, she reached one big cage and stopped dead. “Where did he come from?”

The lady came over to look. Inside the cage was a tiny puppy with grey and brown fur, staring solemnly up at Carmen. The puppy trotted to the cage door and stood on his hind legs, reaching for Carmen with one paw.

“We’re not sure, to be honest. One of the vets found him in the snow a few days ago. He’s got no collar or chip, but he seems healthy.”

“What kind of dog is he?”

“Probably part German Shepherd. It’s hard to tell, especially with strays.”

The little dog opened its jaws and barked once, a tiny ‘yip’, and Carmen’s heart melted. “I want him!”

The lady smiled and opened the cage door. As soon as she did so, the puppy ran straight into Carmen’s arms, squirming happily as he was picked up.

“Mom! Dad! Look at my puppy!”

Carmen ran to her parents to show off the dog. They were bent over the front counter filling out adoption paperwork. The puppy didn’t care about them, and just went about his business of licking her face all over.

The girl was young and wore a coat of rich red, and when he tasted her he knew he was hers forever.

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Living Myth Magazine Podcast – Episode 2 – August 2017

Culture, Interviews, Podcast

August 7, 2017

Welcome to the second episode of Living Myth Magazine Podcast.

We are glad you are spending some time with us.

Your hosts Anne Honeycutt and Aaron Golden really appreciate you.

This episode features two interviews, a short story and a piece of music created by wonderful creatives.

August is Pride Month in Vancouver, unlike most of the world that does it Pride events in July. Anne and Aaron are proudly not straight and not cis and well, happily “queerdos”

So, this episode is a celebration of all of the great LGBTIA+ creatives in Vancouver!

http://livingmythmedia.libsyn.com/living-myth-magazine-podcast-episode-2-august-2017

Interview 1:

STORYTELLING WITH DRAG QUEENS!

Candie Tanaka of the International Centre of Arts and Technology along with local Drag Queens Oliv XKarmella Barr and Amy Grindhouse and our HBIC Anne talk about the phenomenon that is making audiences in Vancouver laugh, cry, and learn about diversity.

Based on NYC’s Famous Drag Queen Story Hour at the Brooklyn Public Library and San Francisco libraries but with a NorthWest Coast flavour! Vancouver’s version of Storytelling with Drag Queens provides 2 different events for all to enjoy. They have monthly adult readings at Cafe Deux Soliel and also offer kid’s shows.

Their next live show will be September 30th. Storytelling with Drag Queens for Kids! will be at the Canadian Memorial United Church and Centre For Peace.

* Content warning – Drag queens have potty mouths, but you should know that already 😉

Our short story this month is Clone Me Baby One More Time! By a frequent contributor to Living Myth Magazine and a proud queer trans woman Holy McCrae and read by another out and proud bisexual woman and local voice actress Callyn Dorval.

Interview 2:

TRANS REPRESENTATION IN THE MEDIA AND THE AMAZING STORY OF “THE SWITCH” THE WORLDS FIRST TRANS SITCOM with Amy Fox.

Anne sat down with the creator of The Switch which will be going on sale August 15th. Amy Fox about the show, how creatives can plan for the future of their projects and also how to create the representation one craves in a world where people don’t see who they are in the media they consume.

The Switch Website: http://www.welovetheswitch.com/

Trembling Void Productions Website:  https://www.tremblingvoid.com/

The end music for this month is called Bend by Honeybird & the Monas. Anne met Honeybird at the Bisexual Visibility Cabaret that was in the early part of July. Honeybird is a multi-talented musician along with being an outspoken Bisexuality advocate.

And there we have it, thanks so much for spending time with us!

Do you like what you heard? Do you want us to celebrate your creativity creatively? Drop us a line at podcasts@livingmythmedia.com and Anne will totally get back to you 😀

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Gentlemen Hecklers: Krull

Comedy, Culture, Events, Performance

August 2, 2017

Oh, gods. Krull. Where does one even begin?

Krull is a science fantasy masterpiece of a film that is everything that the early eighties had to offer: confusing decisions about story, theme, character, and clothing. A weird underlying philosophy about the power of prophecy and wedding vows that result in the power to shoot fire. And an evil army that travels through space in a giant mountain fortress that teleports every day.

I mean, what?

This sounds like an early Dungeons & Dragons adventure module that someone with more cocaine than sense decided needed to be made into a film – and the cocaine was right. Krull did need to be turned into a film, and the film we got… well, look at the trailer:

This is the perfect fodder for people like the Gentlemen Hecklers, and certainly the perfect film for them to celebrate their five year anniversary.

Come witness three of the geniuses that brought us the Mystery Science Theater 3000 reboot as they return to the Rio Theater. Eric Fell, Shaun Stuart, and Patrick Mahlia return to the Rio Theater to five years of laughs and bad movies brought to the big screen.

On August 9th, these three plucky heroes will confront the Beast in the heart of the Black fortress that some call the Rio Theater, a place which does not teleport so much as loom over the intersection of Commerical and Broadway in Vancouver, British California, Canada. You can buy tickets by clicking here, or pay $14 at the door. If you are a Vancouver native or are simply passing through, this is the best thing you could do with your time come August 9th.

Doors open at eight, show starts at nine. See you there.

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Review: The 24 Carrot Show! Fou Fou Ha! Featuring FOU YORK!

Burlesque, Comedy, Culture, Events, Performance, Performance, Reviews, Showcase

July 29, 2017

Last night… I gave a lap dance to a clown on stage while 100 people at The Rio cheered me on… because, in this show, audience participation is its own reward!

Let me explain how I got there.

Earlier this week we did an interview with Maya Lane, creator of Fou Fou Ha! It was great! She is great! Then, last night I went to the show. I went with Miss Dee Twenty because we like to go to things like this with each other.  We also sat near other local burlesque performers. The performers went around the audience and would ask weird questions like, “What agenda items would like to add?” and also, they would catch popcorn with their mouths if you threw it at them.

When the show began there was a lot of prepping for the fact that this show relied on our participation. This is usually not the case with most stage shows in Vancouver… and of course, it isn’t like most shows in Vancouver, because this show is unabashedly San Fransico!

After some banter from the host Jamie Dewolf and lovely tightly choreographed dancing from “The Fou’s” the first contest was announced… they didn’t say, hey who wants to give a clown a lap dance… all you got was beautiful clowns coming into the audience and saying hey you there… get on stage! So, there I was, standing next to Miss Dee Twenty, on the stage of The Rio, when the host assigned us numbers and then said, ok, you will go in order and when we tell you to start… give our “sluttiest” clown Fluffer Fou, a lap dance. In that moment, I knew what I had to do. I had to take off my shoes and limber the fuck up.

I was second in line, the first contestant tried really hard but you could tell that he was extra uncomfortable, but the audience whooped and hollered and went OWW! OWW! OWW! Then, my turn.

I gave a clown a lap dance. I apparently gave him a really good lap dance because he was really liking it and people in the audience were even louder than they were for contestant 1. I actually don’t remember what I did in my lap dance… I do remember that someone told me afterwards that they liked my tramp stamp…

Then, Miss Dee Twenty (professional burlesque performer), gave a clown a lap dance… and well she did the splits.

Then contestant 4 gave a clown a lap dance… unlike the rest of us… this dude gave us some full on Magic Mike style male stripper action.

In the end… the whooping and cheering and applause chose the winner… And surprise surprise our local professional burlesque performer Miss Dee Twenty won!

Even their DJ is Fou-lisicous

After that more beautiful dancing and then… something completely different. The members of the troupe would come on stage remove as much of their clowning attire as possible and give monologues about how clowning and burlesque saved them. How performing, how encouraging others to let their freak flag fly, to let the shadows come out, into the light, was transformative. There were performers who were suicidal until they found clowning, performers who didn’t know where they belonged and felt trapped in a world where they had to hide until they found clowning, and even the creator of the show, a therapist, said that clowning is her therapy.

After more crazy contests including telling embarrassing sex stories that were then reinterpreted in the art of dance! and pretending to make love to a carrot the show ended with everyone being asked on stage to take pictures with “The Fous” and have a big dance party and hug fest.

And this is the type of show The 24 Carrot Show! is.

It is so much more than pretty people taking off clothes and encouraging audience members to give a clown a lap dance, the theme of the night is own your celebrate your mistakes and your weirdness.

They will be in town for one more night! So! Please! Go! To! The! Show! and support them. 

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Preview: The 24 Carrot Show! Fou Fou Ha! Featuring FOU YORK!

Burlesque, Comedy, Culture, Events, Interviews, Performance, Showcase

July 24, 2017

Fou Fou Ha! is an ensemble of animated character performers who thrill audiences with over the top shows filled with Circus antics, jaw-dropping dance numbers to high-energy music and audience interactive playfulness. The Fous are a family of enticing, colourful, sexy performers, each owning a unique character that celebrates individuality and unabashed human expression.

Loved by many wherever they go, FFH inspires audiences to celebrate, dance, let out their inner Fool and be comfortable with their shadow. Divine trixters, sexy activators, captivating performers, out of the ordinary show. This is theater at it’s best, and the Fous make sure you have a good time watching and engaging with us.

We had a chance to talk to Maya Lane creator of Fou Fou Ha about the troupe and their upcoming shows on July 28th and 29th at The Rio in Vancouver:

LM: Can you give us a brief but fascinating history of how Fou Fou Ha! came to be.

ML: It began when I was studying dance in Holland and the Cirque culture in Europe became very inspiring and influenced me a lot. When I came back to The States I had the chance to go to Burning Man and those two experiences combined with my love of the club kid aesthetics from the ‘90’s led me to create Fou Fou Ha. The clowning aspect grew organically from there.

LM: How did you get involved with The Rio?

ML: We were introduced to Corrine of the Rio by Jasper Patterson and  Jamie Dewolf who is a well known performer in San Francisco who happens to do the annual Game of Thrones Live show, Corinne from the Rio came to see our show last year in SF and invited us to bring it to the Rio. This meeting made it so that we could do a yearly show at The Rio.

LM: Do you feel yourself to be a burlesque troupe that happens to clown… or a clown group that happens to also do burlesque?

ML: We didn’t start as either. We are a dance company who likes theatrics. But eventually, the aesthetic went to clowning and satire. Burlesque performance was also added later on as well. So, as a pure tracing of the genealogy of the show, we are clown troupe first.

LM: How many are in the troupe that is performing in the Vancouver show?

ML: 10 from San Fran and 4 from New York

And now.. not so serious questions we used to get to know people…What are your top 4 road trip songs?

LM: What are your top 4 road trip songs?

ML: My road trip songs are

  1. Alaska Thunderfuck – This Is My Hair
  2. Balkan Beat Box – Habibi Min Zaman
  3. Edith Piaf  – Padam Padam
  4. Tricky – We Don’t Die

LM: Victor/Victoria or Cabaret? Cabaret

ML: Cabaret… gotta love Fosse!

LM: If you were early to get to your plane and you had 20$ what would you spend it on?

ML: A dry martini and an Italian Vogue

For a peek of what Fou Fou Ha! Is about please feast your eyes on the video below! Tickets and show information is here!

 

 

 

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Tell Me Your Nightmares! First Show… Post Mortem…

Comedy, Culture, Events, LMM Live, Podcast, Showcase, Tell Me Your Nightmares

July 21, 2017

Hi!

This is Anne… and I want to say thank you to all who helped make the show amazing. Thanks to our sponsors! (Catscapades, Game Deals, Story Story Lie, Netherworld Collectibles, ZeroD20, Tinder Tales, The Sugar Lounge, Radioactive Nerd, Pandora’s Locks, The Fictionals, Aaron Golden, DarkLake Tarot, Big Pete’s, B-Bombshell Salon, Forbidden Vancouver Walking Tours, Fandom Feud, Instant Theatre Company, Seven Dining Lounge) Thanks to our guest (JJ Webb) and thanks to the live band (The Skeleton Crew).

We had a great time and more importantly, we feel confident enough to say that we have booked shows for September and October with great new bands and awesome guests. So stay tuned for more information on that front…

Please, enjoy some pictures from the show and also… a sneak preview of some of the podcast that we will be putting out.

Abbey St. Brendan, Anne Honeycutt, JJ Webb and Aaron Golden listening to Abbey read a short story about a little girl who becomes possessive of her nightmare. Photo Credit by Peter Joseph

Audience Nightmare Submitter Hiding their face while laughing. Photo Credit by Peter Joseph

Abbey, Anne and JJ talking to WOW! That Is Crazy Dream Contest Winner. Photo Credit By Peter Joseph

Pajama Contest! Photo Credit By Peter Joseph

 

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