20 years or so after seeing it the first time, we are at the Timms seeing Brad Fraser’s Unidentified Human Remains and the True Nature of Love (now retitled Love and Human Remains… shudder).

Hopefully it won’t suck. But it won’t. It dare not…

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Well. The play is a challenge, and the actors are not, quite, up, to, it… But they got game…

So the culture season begins again. First Billy Bishop at the Citadel and now the start of Brian Webb’s dance season.

His first show is the Ballet Jazz de Montreal (now know as BJM Danse); a company Leslie and I have seen many times since our university days.

20 years ago I had my first taste of contemporary dance pulling curtain at the Haar while I was going to Theatre Production at MacEwan. Brian Webb and one of his female dancers came up to me to ask the time and they were what I considered at the time, completely naked. Tonight’s show open with a gorgeous pas de deux where both dancers were bare from the waist up and it brought my whole dance universe full circle. Only now it’s just beauty for effect, not simply nakedness… mostly… I guess.

Billy Bishop Goes to War is playing at the Citadel. I’m hoping the fact that it’s not Eric Peterson and that it is the Citadel won’t sour it for me, but we’ll see.

Right off the bat they’ve opted for a set design. Not quite true to the spirit of the original, but I guess the season’s ticket holders news something for their big bucks…

Well, all in all, the best show I’ve seem at the Citadel in a long while. But, as Leslie says, it’s a very good script

Leslie decided we needed to go see Los Lobos and John Hiatt at the Winspear.

We seem to be making a habit of going to old people concerts. Anyway it remains to be seen if it will rock or snooze.

Vanessa, Carmen and Leslie enjoy the blues…

A few filters in Photoshop Express on the iPad and voilà. I think the main annoying thing about the WordPress app is the fact I have to publish the post before I can come back and edit the code…

The Labatt Blues Festival in Hawrelak Park! An afternoon of beer, blues and company. L, C, Vanessa and her Irish beau, hanging out and listening to boogie woogie…

Flambeau:

Twister!

Henry Gray is 85 years old…

Super Chiken and the Fighting Cocks…

Checking out the Works, Jazz City as the Art Gallery looks on!

I attended the retirement soirée for Neal Fossen today, my long time print rep and friend from Quebecor (later to become Worldcolor). I’ve known Neal for at least 13 years now and he is my favorite small ‘c’ conservative ever. We had many a lunchtime conversation and I hope to have many more.

As well he is one of my favorite colleagues. He never shovelled me no shit and always was accomodating to our idiosyncratic methodologies. And that’s saying alot in an industry of commision sales. He’s still around but the world isn’t likely to see many like him in the future.

Last last-show of the season, this time at Studio Theatre. Bertolt Brecht’s the Good Woman of Setzuan. Apparently 3 hrs of theatre goodness. Um.

A beautiful night for some theatre…

The BPAA Awards ceremony this year is at the Delta South. Dinner was good and the speeches are just starting… Sigh.

Leslie presents Poetry Book of the Year.