tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261287052024-03-07T18:08:46.299-08:00BunkleLifeWestcoast WonderingBunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.comBlogger430125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-15487061732921495502014-11-09T17:22:00.001-08:002014-11-09T17:22:30.304-08:00Da Goils do SeattleIt is SO rare that I feel like posting these days that I figured I would jump on the fleeting desire to do so that I'm feeling now - freshly back from a weekend in Seattle with two of my favorite people to travel with:<br />
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Yes, they are hiding behind their coffee cups, but you know who they are. There is no hiding.<br />
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This is the third year that we have headed across the border in November - the third overwhelming November Outlet Mall experience, the third overindulgence in coffee and bacon, and the third year of laughing and talking about a range of topics way too broad to describe. I can't express how much I love having these two in my life, and how important the trips we take have become to me.<br />
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And why November? Well, because November marks the return of HUMP! - which I've explained before, so I will leave you to do your own research if you care to. I will however post a picture of the ballot. And if you look closely, you will notice one of the films shares a name with a certain family member - thankfully that is where the comparison ends (I will add that I won't soon forget watching a large bottle of hot sauce being removed from a naked guy wearing a clown nose..what that has to do with the title of the film I don't want to know...)<br />
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And I will give a shout out to<a href="http://www.baconmansion.com/" target="_blank"> Bacon Mansion</a> - lovely old home in lovely Capitol Hill. <a href="http://www.baconmansion.com/rooms/Suites-Private-Bath/The-Capitol-Suite.htm" target="_blank">Our room</a> was perfect for the three of us - super quiet as well, with a great seating area for post shopping recovery.<br />
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Wow - ok, I'm out of steam on this one. Sorry there wasn't more to it.<br />
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<br />BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-83334056723961324492014-07-21T16:05:00.002-07:002014-07-21T16:05:30.405-07:00Vancouver Folk Fest, 2014: There it was, gone.A quick post while I have the lingering sounds of VFMF still playing in my head. <br />
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- <b>Weather - </b>Prediction was for CRAP, reality was actually a pretty good weekend. Overcast for most of it, with bursts of burning sun on Saturday. Kind of perfect in a way. No hammering rain, which is the only thing that would have truly sucked (other than a tornado or earthquake I guess). And lack of crazy sun meant I didn't have to scrape layers of sunscreen off before I went to bed. BONUS.<br />
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- <b>People - </b> Yes. Oh yes. First, my most favourite people (not anyone's favourite photo I might add, but it's the only one I've got and posting is an annual tradition...). Spending a weekend with these two is just so much fun. Immediately after this was taken we started on a laughing fit of the crying/not breathing variety. It would have made for a more interesting photo, but I was shaking too much to take a shot.<br />
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most favourite strangers. I suggested this guy should be known as the Red Centurion, L. suggested Wayward Catholic Schoolgirl (or something like that). Either way, he's got a good look going on. And for the curious, he has bike shorts on underneath. Don't ask how I know.<br />
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And a perennial favourite, the gold striped knicker man. He's a volunteer of some sort, and he wears the same outfit every year. EVERY YEAR. And as A. noted, it fits him perfectly EVERY YEAR. Not an easy feat. Anyway, it makes me happy just to see him wandering about, there is comfort in the familiarity of those stripy legs. And I'm extra happy when he interpretive-dances.<br />
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<b>- Music - </b>As always, a great diverse line-up. This year I actually had a tougher time than usual deciding which stage to be at, there were so many things that I wanted to check out. And I was often faced with the dilemma of seeing a band I have seen before and know I like, or taking a chance on something totally new. Luckily the totally new usually pays off. A few highlights from the New camp: The <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBGu35ILPvs" target="_blank">Carper Family</a> and their pairing of a gorgeous traditional country sound with a contemporary twist on the lyrics (see: turkey baster reference in 'Little Christian Girlfriend"); <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_TeQhZj2_k" target="_blank">Langhorn Slim and the Law</a>, some great alt-country supported by great performance chops - he had the audience in his hand from the beginning, and he's a lot funnier and more self-deprecating than the video link above indicates; and the hugely entertaining Australian band, Wagons, fronted by the extraordinary Dwight Shrute-twin frontman Henry Wagons. I took a video of the full Wagons experience, included for your entertainment. (Watch on Youtube, it deserves to be bigger). This man was born to front a band. I wish I could have captured the look of genuine glee and mischief on this guy's face - think 11 year old boy telling his best friend he's just found his older brother's porn stash, and you've just about got it. If you have the chance to see them live, don't pass it up. Really.<br />
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And once again I started thinking about the importance of performance, and how a performer connects with the audience. Some would argue that it shouldn't be important - it's all about the quality of the music. And yes, there is truth to that. Much truth. But you can't discount the power of a great performance - it can be incredibly affecting. And as I've found, some of the bands just don't translate recorded - which brings me back to the rarity of those that have both. But when you're at something like a Folk Fest, watching many many hours of live music, it's the performers that end up standing out.<br />
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But I digress. Why do I feel like posting? Because sometimes I just feel so lucky it seems I have to write it down to believe it. And because Nick Cave and Kraftwerk gigs are so far apart on the spectrum, that you almost end up in the same place. OK, not really - but you have been through a remarkable experience in both instances, but for very different reasons.<br />
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I can't express how much I love Nick Cave. He is a giant brain on mantis-like legs; he stalks around the stage in a way that is both theatrical and intimate. He tells stories - stories about people, stories from his life, and he draws you <i>into </i>those stories. He finds a face in the crowd, and that face becomes his energy, his muse, his victim. The whole audience gets sucked into the vortex of that performance-intimacy; :as wild and intense as his performance is, there is something powerfully genuine and vulnerable about it. You leave your world to be drawn in to the dark, lustful, raw, beautiful, imperfect stories (and you can swap the word "stories" for performance and it is equally true).<br />
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And at the other end of the spectrum, pioneers of electronic music (and inspiration for techno..house...rap...pop...car advertising...), the staid, contained, performance as non-performance that is Kraftwerk. The messages are simple and broad, the equally weighted love/fear of technology driving most of it. And the performance is literally pushed out at the audience - the images towering over the performers are thrown out towards the audience in all their 3D glory (and I've gotta say, the floating numbers were pretty darned cool). Storytelling? Sure, but of an entirely different kind, and delivered in a way entirely suited to the story being told. This is the technological world, the world of trains and bikes and computers and numbers, not the world of the personal, not a world of human connection. Just as valid a story, and in many ways, just as affecting.<br />
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And now I'm running out of steam. Except to say sometimes I have to pinch myself I feel so darned lucky to have a chance to see this stuff. Really.BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-25304629935938730742014-05-28T08:05:00.001-07:002014-05-28T08:09:45.646-07:00Older but sillier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of the stellar moments from a recent trip across the border with some of the best people in my life. Not the most flattering picture perhaps (honestly the shirt DOES fit/doesn't usually gap), but the belly laugh it catches is genuine. And that kind of laugh is a precious thing - at a time when there are people around me going through some exceptionally tough stuff, I am trying to remind myself how important living in the moment is. <br />
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Hard to believe - yes, a new post, albeit brief. I'm finally over the jet lag from a short trip to Tunbridge Wells to celebrate a certain uncle's 80th birthday. A surprise for him, and fun for Mum and me - and a chance to reconnect with family we don't see nearly often enough. And, thanks to the joys of technology, a chance to play games of Letterpress with the unwavering competitive focus that my family brings to ... well, anything you can be competitive about.<br />
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I feel incredibly lucky to have had opportunities to travel. I now have a little pile of books of trips with my Mum that bring back some really special memories. There have been a number of deaths in the periphery of my social circle over the last few weeks, and the very unexpected nature of all of them really knocked me for six. It has made me oh so grateful that we can't see the future, and all the more determined to appreciate what - and who - I have in my life now. <br />
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<br />BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-81544896886326724852013-12-27T12:14:00.000-08:002013-12-28T08:01:52.719-08:002013I have been an extremely ineffective blogger this year. It's funny how that impulse to write and share and ruminate comes and goes. Truth be told, a lot of the motivation to post was to make sure that I had a record of the things going on in my life - and from time to time I do go through my blog and relive some moments past. But, one might say, the thrill has gone.<br />
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It has been a hard year in some ways ("hard" in first-world terms that is...I count my blessings, really I do), and certainly a year of turning more inward than outward. I haven't really wanted to share, I haven't really wanted to let people look at what is going on with me. And I know that in part that is because I don't want to look too closely myself - it's a familiar pattern for me. Usually when I'm quiet, it's because I have had to take my toys off to my own corner of the room and think for a bit.</div>
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It's a funny thing. In some ways, I am happier with myself and my life than I have been in years...BUT I'm also dealing with some staggering insecurities. And I know I'm going to have to face up to them very soon, and it scares me. But I also know that as soon as I do, they will be less scary. Not immediately, but eventually. And I do honestly have the feeling that once I get through that process I will find something...good. I've been dialling it in for too long, at least in some parts of my life. It's got to stop, but like all bad habits, it's hard to make that change.</div>
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Despite my near complete silence, and the moaning in the first few paragraphs, it has been a year that rightfully deserved a lot of time and writing. There were some great little jaunts across the border - I wrote about the Portland trip, but not about the fun I had again this year with my pals at <a href="http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/hump/Content?oid=18332394" target="_blank">Hump!</a> (and for those of you brave enough to watch one of the festival winners, you can find it in the comments under the link...and get ready to say 'ouch'). There were some great <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZRqAE__cxQ" target="_blank">theatre pieces</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mt6EV9e0LO0" target="_blank">dance works</a>, and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvTDLZn4hvU" target="_blank">concerts</a>. I challenged myself of the dating front in ways that I couldn't have anticipated. And, happily, I now have a house that looks a little cheerier from the outside.<br />
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So, I will leave you this year with a photo that pretty much captures me at the moment, taken as I got ready for a Christmas party I really REALLY didn't want to go to. A bit blurry, hiding behind a bit of put on shine, and living in a state of minor chaos. Hopefully next December I will present a more focused sense of self.<br />
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BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-20234064243078513812013-10-14T13:23:00.001-07:002013-10-14T13:24:56.125-07:00PDX, will you marry me?<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 20px;">
Just back from four fantastic days in Portland. Oh Portland - I would
SO marry you, but if all we can manage is a dirty weekend a few times a
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I was lucky enough to be invited along on the PDX adventure of dear pals
A & J. I've been to the city a couple of times before, but this
time I really felt I got into the nitty gritty of this fantastic city,
thanks to A's planning and their knowledge of the
fun and quirky and caffeinated wonders the city has to offer. From
the PSU farmers market, to the bizarre urban goat yard, coffee
roasters/baristas that take incredible (and justified) pride in their
product, the quirky heritage home extravaganza that
is Hippo, to beer and cheese festivals, to happy hours that
were...well, happy...and great food throughout - there is no shortage of
things to love. Oh - and the tax-free lifestyle is pretty easy to get
used to. As are coffee shops that have nibbles that
are great - and $1. ONE DOLLAR. Nirvana.</div>
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I've said it before but I will say it again - if I were 25 yrs younger,
I'd be living there and going to PSU, probably drinking way too much
coffee and getting way too many tattoos. The place is a hot spot of
hipster culture, but somehow it dodges the annoying
attitude you find in Vancouver. There is something genuine and engaged
about the young people there. And I must say there are some gorgeous
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I will be back, my PDX love. And if I'm good, and improve my cryptic
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And in other news, the bunkle is in the midst of getting a bit of a facelift...no more giant cherry tree, which seems to be making the whole house blush. Not quite finished, but close. The big reveal when it's all done, promise.<br />
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BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-56850167212358663512013-07-26T09:53:00.000-07:002013-07-26T09:54:02.857-07:00Folk Fest (and more)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPG5Rini0lvH11gH_mEQIR5UWo-FFfFwFJT1pmW4ekf5D2peJVwS-IgmyHDZHGlZSPjHyhIrQc_MEEFVDHvOpXgW52WCijC4RjhVbUsormPPHTHsq6O6jY4SitfvPSlrhaDUZnQ/s1600/P1010144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPG5Rini0lvH11gH_mEQIR5UWo-FFfFwFJT1pmW4ekf5D2peJVwS-IgmyHDZHGlZSPjHyhIrQc_MEEFVDHvOpXgW52WCijC4RjhVbUsormPPHTHsq6O6jY4SitfvPSlrhaDUZnQ/s400/P1010144.JPG" width="300" /></a>Yes, it's happened. I haven't posted for ages, and now there is a tonne I feel like posting about. I know that feeling will likely pass in the next 20 minutes, so let's see how far I get.<br />
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Firstly, summer is amazing this year. We haven't had a drop of rain all month - sun, temperatures in the 20s - glorious. Really. Equally glorious? A day trip to visit <a href="http://jumillastories.blogspot.ca/">a dear pal</a> I haven't seen for about ten years. So nice to reconnect, and lovely to meet her family. Galiano is spectacular. And Moxie is pretty awesome too.<br />
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And yes - time for the Folk Festival Recap. I won't go on about the weather again except to say it made for a pretty perfect weekend. I was there with my usual partner in Folk Fest crime, A., and by a lucky twist of fate our pal L. managed to attend as well. It was the usual scene - thousands of people, a high percentage wearing Keens sandals and Tilly hats. Musically I can't say that I came away having fallen head over heels with any band in particular, but there were a number I'd go out on a second date with: Aidan Knight, the talented Mangan-esque singer/songwriter from Victoria; Sara Watkins, ex-Nickel Creek and standing strongly on her own skills as a solo performer (though I have to admit, if I had to pick an ex-Nickel Creek member to put on my desert island of musical geniuses, Chris Thile would be it); Hanggai, a band from Beijing that plays some crazy mix of Mongolian folk and more contemporary stuff, fronted by a guy that ... well, I'll let you watch the video. Words don't do him justice. And a sure fire way to get a crowd going? Mongolian throat singing. Who knew.<br />
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Other than that - The Cat Empire got the crowd up and bouncing but the kind of jazz-morphed-ska they do is not really my thing...super talented musicians no doubt, but ...ya. Of more interest to me is another (related by marriage as it happens) Australian band, Tinpan Orange - singer Emily Lubitz is transfixing, perhaps not hard to be when you're a 6 foot readhead. Canada's Danny Michel paired up with the Garifuna Collective from Belize and it was pretty magical - I've always had a great deal of admiration for Danny Michel, he consistently puts out great, creative music - he should be getting a lot more attention than he does. And there was a great workshop stage with The Brothers Comatose, Hurray for the Riff Raff, and Canada's own Wooden Sky - banjos, guitars, and a lot of humour and heart.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sara Watkins</td></tr>
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And as I've said in years past, it is the workshop stages that make folk festivals the wonderful things they are - the irreproducible moments of magic you'll hear when bands that have never met before find some amazing musical connection. On that front, I will give a huge shout out to Alex Burkoy, who plays guitar, violin and mandolin for Tinpan Orange. The man is quietly PHENOMENAL. During a workshop stage that included artists as diverse as London's quiet, Antony-esque Phildel, horn-fueled singer-songwriter Aidan Knight, and Lena Anderssen from the Faroe Islands, he managed to find a way to quietly support every other musician up there in a way that made their music shine brighter, instead of putting his own clear stamp on things. So very cool to see.<br />
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And the audience? As expected: intolerant Folk Fest Nazis still congregate and firmly stake their ground at shady Stage 2, and inconsiderate teenagers watch the world revolve around them during the contemporary music at Stage 5. As for me...well, I fall somewhere in the middle. I just get slightly grumpy with all of them.<br />
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Not my most engaging post - sorry. And as predicted, I'm out of steam. It will take me a while to get back into the swing of this posting thing I guess.<br />
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<span id="goog_309208834"></span>BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-20225389023248236292013-06-20T15:03:00.003-07:002013-06-20T15:03:55.646-07:00AWOL. And that may not stop for a bit.Yes, it has been a long LONG time since I've posted. I really haven't felt like it, and it may be some time before I feel like it again - or, I may suddenly get the bug and post something interesting. Really hard to tell.
Life has been ... well, sort of good, and sort of terrifying. Good: a trip back to Ontario for work, and more importantly for play. I spent some great GREAT quality time with a lot of different pals over a four day period, and my dear pals <a href="http://bunklelife.blogspot.ca/2012/08/control.html">M&M</a> let me crash in their newly renovated basement, which was so very appreciated. Toronto has changed so much, but my fabulous friends have not. Reconnecting is so important. I will do it much more often.
And in other news, I may be dealing with the ground completely shifting under me soon. It is somewhat terrifying, somewhat sad (strangely...), and - potentially - somewhat exciting, if I don't sink into a black hole along the way. Either way, I know there are going to be some hard times ahead. When the dust settles, or becomes clearer, I will let you know how it turns out.BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-69870850562682580052013-04-09T07:52:00.003-07:002013-04-09T07:54:20.410-07:00A ten tonne catastrophe on a 60 lb chain...Had the remarkable good luck to see Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds this past weekend. This is one of those moments when you thank whatever cosmic alignment was necessary to bring them to town, and to have them play my current fave venue, the Vogue.<br />
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I could go on and on about the reverence I have for Nick Cave. Don't worry, I won't. But I will say that the man has an amazing brain - and he is probably one of the strongest lyricists around. Heck, arguably one of the strongest writers, based on his film work and other writing. The best singer in the world? Probably not - but his voice is perfectly suited to the material, and he can sell a song like no one else.<br />
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A couple of fine examples from two ends of the Bad Seeds spectrum, c/o my frere and his superior videoing skills - first, the lovely Into My Arms (I challenge any other lyricist to work in "interventionist God":<br />
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And the EPIC Stagger Lee:<br />
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We were so lucky. SO lucky. And really, there isn't much else to say.BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-51569532972394709042013-04-06T16:38:00.001-07:002013-04-07T06:10:06.600-07:00Endings and beginningsSpring is finally here. Really here - with cherry trees in bloom and spring bulbs brightening up the garden as everything goes through its annual rebirth. Life is happening again. For once, I've been feeling that way too. Optimistic. Mixed with a surprising level of contentment...all marked with that vibrating, spring-y promise of things to come. Not really sure what is causing me to feel this way, but I will hang on to it for as long as it lasts - and I'm old enough to know it probably won't be all that long. <br />
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Speaking of rebirth, we finally scattered Dad's ashes today - along with those of two of his canine companions, Chobe and Chaka. The timing was right - Mum has had his ashes for a couple of years now, and she was ready to let him mix with the water and go back to the earth. <br />
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We aren't a family that does well with formal ceremony. For other families, this could have been grave and solemn. And to be honest, if Dad had been on the shore scattering one of us, it probably would have been more formal - his upbringing was such that ceremony brought him comfort. Instead, the ashes were carried down to the beach at Whytecliff Park in a British Butcher Shop bag - something that seemed appropriate to us (after all, you can get Murray Mints at the British Butcher). The dogs went first, followed by Dad. As the ashes were scattered, and we watched the grey clouds of ash being mixed and spread by the tide, chased by tulips, the sun started to peek through the grey skies.<br />
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It was right. And a lovely way to say goodbye - again.<br />
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(Goodbye that is to all but the layer of Dad that blew back onto Mike's legs - which to be honest, felt right too)<br />
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<br />BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-42187437226743652602013-03-24T17:14:00.001-07:002013-03-24T17:16:07.116-07:00Just give me a nameA brief post about a couple of this weekend's fun escapades:<br />
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Firstly, the last of this season's DanceHouse shows - Carte Blanche's "Corps de Walk", which was much more amazing than this clip makes it seem. A piece that felt somehow industrial and sensual at the same time - and danced by people wearing creepy grey contact lenses to boot.<br />
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Will definitely want to buy tickets for next season. I'm not sure I understand contemporary dance any more than I did two or three years ago, but I find it more and more compelling as time goes on.<br />
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And secondly - a great concert with long-time Canadian alt-folk/popster, Hayden, touring on his lovely recent album Us Alone. Musically, he remains the stark, subtle, heartbreaking artist he's always been - and live he was a joy, as he's been every time I've seen him - a quietly funny guy, as many of the more poignant songwriters often are. A quietly funny guy with totally epic hair, that unfortunately my poor video quality doesn't do justice. This is one of the poppier tunes from the most recent album, performed with Lou Canon, who also did an opening set.<br />
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The Rio is quickly becoming one of my favorite place to see quieter performers - but YAY to the high stage, and the comfy seating. The lighting could do with some work, but otherwise they're doing a grand job.<br />
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One of these days I will feel like writing something more thought provoking. But not today. It's too sunny out.BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-37982679020624061812013-03-17T15:57:00.002-07:002013-03-17T15:59:47.049-07:00How has my love affected you? & other good thingsA quick, lazy post, on one of the rare sunny days we've seen this month....
A cultural-life check in from this week: firstly, a gorgeous, first-nations inspired production of the Magic Flute by the VOC with my brother, and secondly, the thought provoking "How has my love affected you?" - explained succinctly in this trailer:
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A very compelling piece of theatre for sure, performed by the father/son duo Marcus and Zak Youssef. My cultural-partner in crime A. mused afterwards that perhaps in the sharing of the very difficult, at times disturbing (finding his mother beside him in bed when he was 18? Not so normal...) relationship with his mother, Marcus isn't at some level doing the same sort of 'oversharing' with his son that his mother did with him when he was young. I guess the difference is perhaps the context, and one hopes the overall 'health' of their relationship in general. There is one point when Marcus starts to tell a story about him and Zak, and Zak pulls him up short, and Marcus respects his son's boundaries - a conceit I guess to clarify that boundaries and respect exist in their relationship, things that were obviously bent and strained in the relationship between Marcus and his mother. Music was written by the always amazing Veda Hille - love that woman's work, I really do!<br />
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Before I forget - we had dinner at Edible Canada before - two thumbs up, and ALL digits up for the amazing chai flavoured crème brûlée - it's my mission recreate that joy in ice-cream form soon.<br />
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And today - a gorgeous hike in Deep Cove with the goils. In the sun. I could almost smell summer.BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-25556426427215768482013-03-01T08:12:00.000-08:002013-03-01T08:16:55.252-08:00The murder has landed...It's done.<br />
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I am thrilled, and relieved. I was wound up like a spring yesterday morning, waiting for my noon tattoo with Eric. I was wound up as I had only seen preliminary artwork (which I liked, but did request changes to), I had no idea if I would be able to deal with the pain, and the biggest fear - regret. Regret because the piece had turned out terribly, regret because I might change my mind...you know. Regret.<br />
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I parked a bit early, wandered down to the restaurant Tui works in for a good luck hug (and a very very tasty almond milk chai) - a nice coincidence that she was only half a block away from the shop. Eric was having a smoke outside the shop when I arrived. He reassured me I'd be fine (what else is he going to say?). I walked in and one of the girls working in the shop said OH you're here for the crows! They're AWESOME!<br />
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That helped. Hearing that, helped. And the energy in the shop helped. They were young, and enthusiastic. When a new client got booked by one of the women, she wandered back and excitedly told Eric what she was getting to do. There was no attitude. No jaded coolness. Just fun and passion for what they do.<br />
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Eric is lovely - a kind, unpretentious young guy. We chatted about music, and school, and family. About the things he had to do when he was an apprentice tattooer (including repeatedly stencilling the word "woof" on an academic professional's 'taint'...something that obviously haunts him a little). About what parts of the body hurt most under the needle (apparently bums smart something fierce - who knew?). About how he wants to get tattooed (pretty much) everywhere, in part so he has a good sense of what each area feels like for his clients. And all that chat kept my mind off the discomfort going on - and I will call it discomfort for 90% of the process, pain for 10% (those big solid black areas do begin to smart something fierce). I focused on the weight of his arms on my leg, and that somehow reassured me and made it easier. Also making it easier? A quick visit from Tui who took the photos above. She was slightly disappointed that it was seeming so easy for me, kind hearted soul that she is. It was four hours of fun, but it didn't feel nearly that long.<br />
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One thing that came out talking to Eric is how differently he (and the girls in the shop, and probably most young tattooers) view tattoos. Me, I ruminated on this for years. Where, what, would I get tired of it, who would do it...so many decisions. Them? They have some downtime and will tattoo each other on the spur of the moment. He laughed and told me that when he started, he used to practice on himself, so his thighs are covered with random, slightly ridiculous tattoos. There was a bit of regret - only in that he has lost some space that could be used for bigger pieces. But there is still plenty of skin to play with, I gather. An attitude reflecting a generational difference? Maybe. Or maybe once you're into body modification in a big way, you are liberated from the kinds of worries I had.<br />
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The end result? I'm very happy. He hit the level of detail I wanted perfectly.<br />
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At one point during the process, I made the comment that "this is a one time thing" - he looked up and smiled, and said "that's what you <i>think..." </i>He may be right.<br />
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<br />BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-33610101556752015342013-02-23T09:48:00.001-08:002013-02-23T09:48:06.044-08:00(im)permanent changeLazy blogger here. It isn't that there hasn't been a lot to blog about - last weekend was full of film and dance and hikes and science world nerdy fun. Still, the impulse to write - well, it just wasn't there. <br />
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Consider this a pre-boarding announcement for a blog later this week that hopefully will be more interesting.<br />
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I've been going through a fair bit of change over the last year - changes of focus, changes to routine. Some internal changes, some external - my hair is probably 6 inches longer, and my body is three sizes smaller. Those are things will fluctuate over time I'm sure. Impermanent change.<br />
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And I've been fussing over the last year about a permanent change - a tattoo. I've known what I want, and where I want it, for a long time - actually I've known what I want for at least four years, but I didn't decide on the where until more recently. The last year has been a strange roller coaster of trying to find the right person to do it. First, I wanted a woman. I found someone amazing in Montreal who travels to Vancouver from time to time, but she didn't get back to me. I gave up on her, and tried to find a woman in town whose work I really liked, but couldn't. And, to be honest, what I want done isn't all that complex, and isn't going to be of much interest to the 'superstars' in town anyway - and things are such that good artists can pick and choose their clients. Then my brain flipped on the whole "female artist" thing, and I started looking at the guys in town. AND - I found someone whose work felt right...but I was also pulled by the work of a junior guy that was working at the same shop. A couple of weeks back, I decide to try to make an appointment. Ya, well, guy number one was dead - a heart attack in January apparently. Which left me with the junior guy. I met with him last week, and for some reason (hopefully not delusional) he feels right. He's got a nice manner, and none of the ego that can go along with the industry these days. He will get some artwork to me early this week, with plans to do the work on Thursday if it all pans out. I have a feeling this long journey has ended up with me being where I was meant to be.<br />
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So, think of me Thursday afternoon, crashed out on T1s and praying that this permanent change will turn out OK.BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-47008391813444617692013-02-03T11:56:00.001-08:002013-02-03T11:56:38.343-08:00Still standing ... you<em style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: arial, 'lucida console', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://pushfestival.ca/shows/still-standing-you/" target="_blank">Still standing you. [or] Still supporting you. [or] Still bearing you. [or] Still standing for you. [or] Still standing with you. [or] Still standing. [or] Just still.</a> </em><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: arial, 'lucida console', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">(PuSh 2013)</span><br />
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Ah yes, that time has come - it was my last PuSh show last night, the remarkable Still Standing You - a contemporary dance piece quite unlike anything I've seen before. I went with my discerning partner in dance viewing, A. ("hey, do you want to go see a dance piece with two naked guys throwing each other around?" "Sure!") - ok, our decision making isn't always the most refined process, but we both love being challenged, and PuSh programming is almost always a safe bet. <br />
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I looked for clips of the work online - this one isn't great, but it is the one that best gives the arc of the performance. It starts with one man balanced on the other's feet, talking to the audience very casually about his experience in the city they are performing in, which sets up a particular relationship with the audience. It takes away any preciousness or pretension from the work, cues you in to the fact that it is OK to laugh, and begins the process of setting up the dynamic between the two men, which is maybe best outlined by the quote at the top of the post. The piece moves from the two growling and taunting and jockeying for position through to moments of remarkable tenderness and support. It's every relationship. With the caveat that most relationships don't involve one partner attempting to consume the other's Superman underwear. And most dance pieces don't include remarkably intricate moves that result in mind bogglingly manipulated foreskins (yes, this is not a work that could be performed by the circumcised). A remarkable, incredibly physical, funny, moving piece. Gads, I love the arts. <br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/46281986">DRODESERA 2012 We Folk! - PIETER AMPE & GUILHERME GARRIDO "STILL STANDING YOU"</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user12350321">Centrale Fies</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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Other than that, I had a chance to catch up briefly with a dear pal from Toronto this week - someone I've known since 1988, and my first friend when I moved back east. So good to see her, and so good to see the gods smiling on her life. The gods have perhaps not been smiling on Maggie, who had to have her teeth cleaned and one extraction this week (I was arguing for a gold crown but no dice). She is finally getting back to normal, despite having to suffer through having meds squirted down her throat twice a day.<br />
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And as for me? Well, I am in a battle with my dissembling brain, an organ that likes to taunt me from time. Hopefully the 20% of my brain that seems to realize what is fantasy and what is reality will win out. Memory is truly a funny thing. The saying "time heals all wounds" really means time will give your brain a chance to rewrite history, and blur the pokey edges. That's not a bad thing, but you have to be on your toes enough to know what's going on. I will put my pointe shoes on.<br />
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<br />BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-9943499578773342442013-01-20T19:15:00.000-08:002013-01-21T08:22:21.886-08:00The God that ComesA quick post about a true delight this week: Hawksley Workman's "The God that Comes", part of Vancouver's amazing <a href="http://pushfestival.ca/" target="_blank">PuSh Festival</a>. I've gone to a show or two at PuSh the last few years, and will see three this year, but next year - next year I'm determined to really give it the time it warrants.<br />
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Anyhow - what an incredible treat this performance was. I have been a <a href="http://bunklelife.blogspot.ca/2008/03/faith-restored.html" target="_blank">fan of Hawksley</a>'s since I first saw him perform in 2001, and I've seen him god knows how many times since - but never quite like this. He has always been a theatrical performer, and this story-telling version of Hawksley was just...perfect. A perfect demonstration of his myriad talent, a perfect subject, the perfect sized room, the perfect seats (front row, natch), the perfect company. It was another one of those moments where you forget about the irritations of the day, and just marvel and how lucky you are to be just where you are.<br />
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There is a trailer for the piece posted below. It doesn't do it justice, but it gives you an idea. Now, just add on some lipstick, and a mannequin with a crotch-mounted harmonica, and you must <i>just </i>start to scratch the surface ...<br />
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This musical, theatrical delight will be touring nationally and internationally. If it comes anywhere near you, GO. Really.<br />
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I'm not too sure what to say about the film - it is a documentary of sorts, structured around letters sent from a fictional traveller, focused largely in Japan but moving to Africa, San Francisco, Paris, Iceland. The hypnotic and beautiful musings on memory and history pull you right in and keep your attention, even if your tailbone is screaming due to the ass-killing seat you are sitting in. I kept wishing I had a pause button to stop and reflect on some of the voice over - luckily it is available as a Criterion DVD so that possibility exists.<br />
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If you too are a bit of an idiot, do try and see it. <br />
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<br />BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-35683078250681340322013-01-03T08:47:00.003-08:002013-01-03T08:47:24.435-08:002013. Seriously?Hard to believe. But I guess it warrants a quick new year's post of some sort. I'm admittedly a bit of a New Year's Eve Hater - it's an overblown night, with a focus on a fake sort of happiness that for me is infinitely depressing. That being said, when spent with close pals, in a close pal's home laughing and eating and playing, it does give me an opportunity to reflect on what I have, and what I want for the year to come. For once I have made a mental resolution list - it is a small one, and manageable - I think. I will let you know how successful it was in 2014...maybe.<br />
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New Year's Day was spent with my frequent partners in crime, going on a chilly but lovely slightly-hikey walk in Cap Canyon, followed by soup and crazy good ginger cake. It's important to start the year as you mean to go on, and so much of that day reflects exactly what I want my year to be.<br />
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And yesterday was spent on the ferry, going to meet the next member of the family in Nanaimo. She should arrive next week. She is extremely sweet, and seems just neurotic enough to fit in perfectly with this family. Apparently she vomits on long car rides. So do I. Obviously we're related.<br />
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A selection of photos to mark the season - these ones not taken by me, but by the person that inflicted the infamous cat-pee licorice experience upon her relatives last Christmas. It was a traditional gathering for the group - my nephew fetchingly adorned with gold balls from the Christmas crackers (my work, thankyouverymuch), Christmas pudd that burned so long you could have roasted marshmallows, a cracker-crown wearing dog looking longingly at...well, everyone - and parents ignoring the collapse of their eldest on the floor.<br />
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I am surrounded by idiots (don't worry, they would agree). And I wouldn't have it any other way.<br />
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<br />BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-44808043833455812302012-12-17T15:10:00.002-08:002012-12-17T15:10:45.312-08:00Tis the season...And when I say that, I wish I meant "'tis the season of all good things", but it is not that simple. Certainly there are good things, but it's also a season that is difficult for many. There is nothing like a holiday that celebrates the coming together of friends and family to remind you of those that aren't around anymore, or to highlight the thorny parts of relationships. I'm hardly pessimistic, I'm just a realist (yes, I'm trying that old chestnut on for size). The expectation that everything will be fun and joy is the dark underbelly of Christmas - if society would stop marketing that illusion, we'd all be a whole lot happier. That being said, I'm not downplaying the fact that we should all take a moment to think about the good things, the family and friends that we have around us, because life can change, and take those things away, in a heartbeat. Recent world events serve as an unfortunate reminder of that fact.<br />
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This year has marked a change for me - I'm back to decorating the tree on my own for now. Well, not quite on my own, Mags observes - and judges - my every move from her perch on a diningroom chair. Mum and I picked out a gorgeous tree, but it took me a few days to get up the energy to decorate it. Now it is done I love it, but it took some willpower to get there. But change does require willpower I suppose. I have yet to take a good photo of this or any tree - trust me, it looks much less like an alien space craft in person.<br />
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And in sad news, my Mum's crazy, lovely boxer's life came to a peaceful end this week. She had a great run of it, no doubt, but that doesn't make it easier. My family has had a string of boxers over the years, but Chobe had a special place because she was around as my Dad got sick. As he declined, she became more and more important to him, and I can't help but believe she knew exactly what her role was. She didn't judge or mind his declining health, she was just there to provide contact and affection and a sense of the silly - something Chobe also gave my Mum as she went through the hard adjustments of Dad's decline and subsequent passing. The plan is to scatter the dog's ashes along with Dad's this year. It feels like the right thing to do. But, life does go on, and hopefully there will be another canine in the family fold in the not too distant future.<br />
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To end on a positive note (yes!), I have three weeks off work. I have a fantasy that the end of that period will see an organized basement and a kitchen without wallpaper - wish me luck!<br />
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<br />BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-385747470724756912012-11-25T16:06:00.001-08:002012-11-29T15:36:41.338-08:00The big smoke for a short whileYep, back in Toronto - this time a total rush trip, entirely work related, and entirely unpleasant (well, maybe that's harsh - I do have dinner plans that should be fun one night)<br />
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In mores interesting news, saw The Punch Brothers at the lovely Chan Centre with the equally lovely L. last night. The openers were the Milk Carton Kids, a fantastic acoustic duo with the best quirky on-stage patter I've experienced in a while ("winning" is the word), followed by the amazing Punch Brothers. Holy Crap is my official statement for the night. Insane talent, and one of those nights where I didn't feel a need to send dagger eyes at audience members - you could hear a pin drop when the band played (and that included some beautiful, un-mic'd moments, including some mind boggling Bach on the mandolin by the amazing Chris Thile) So impressive. I'm usually not a big fan of bands doing covers, but they threw in a few (Kid A and Dead leaves and the dirty ground to name two) and the approach is so fresh and unique it makes the effort make sense. And they did the slightly discordant third movement of The Blind Leaving the Blind from their first album, which quite honestly made my night. It was one of those evenings where you look around, and realize how unbelievably lucky you are to be right where you are.<br />
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Unfortunately no videos ( not something easily pulled of at the Chan), but I will show you a snap of the tour t instead.<br />
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I will stop now - I'm writing this on my iPad in the back of a cab speeding along a bleak Toronto highway, and I'm now feeling kind of car sick...<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPadBunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-45350673102036886072012-11-19T20:16:00.001-08:002012-11-21T09:06:52.401-08:00Crossing the border (and other lines?)<br />
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First, something from the very VERY entertaining Patrick Watson, who put on a stellar show at the Centre last Thursday. My video attempts? Less than stellar. This is as good as it got, and my memory stick filled up half way through the song:</div>
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And the weekend? Well, the weekend was spent in Seattle with my regular partners in adventure.<br />
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Um, to watch a film festival. Not documentary, not foreign film...but ... um, ya...porn.<br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Lucida Grande, Lucida Sans Unicode, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">And how did I end up there? Firstly, my long term admiration for one of the main creators of this phenomenon, </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_Savage" style="font-size: 12px;" target="_blank">Dan Savage </a><span style="font-size: 12px;">- a controversial figure for sure, but certainly someone who stands up, advocates for what he believes in, and does more good on this planet than most in terms of education and pointing out the many hypocrisies that exist in the world. </span></span><br />
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So,..why else? Well, it was a bit of a personal challenge I suppose. I am not what would be considered a "consumer" of porn, though I support its existence completely, for a bunch of different reasons I won't bore you with. That being said, some lizardy part of my brain finds it (or some of it) more problematic. I am bored (or creeped out) by the inherent over the top artificiality; I am bothered by what can be a nasty tone; and I have to admit some concern that the incredible ease of access makes it the primary way young people learn these days what sex is about - and porn is to sex what romantic comedies are to real life relationships. It's fantasy, not a teaching tool - but how are the inexperienced supposed to know the difference? And I know, I know - I am generalizing. And trust me, I could go on and on about this topic and my mixed up thoughts. Welcome to my brain.<br />
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Then there's HUMP! - for me and the girls, a flight of fancy and a chance to dig into what might happen when the 5-minute challenge outlined above meets creative brains. And a chance to see what truly non-commercial porn would (or could) look like. And what a fun and interesting night it was.<br />
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To start, the energy in the theatre was happy and buzzing - the doormen, who made it clear that cameras were NOT welcome, were decked out in intentionally campy, tight fitting soccer uniforms. We spilled into the cinema, and were greeted by Dan Savage, who chatted about the festival for a bit, what the rules were, and that any heckling or disrespectful remarks from the audience would result in the offenders removal ("we want to see assholes on the screen, not in the audience"). And then a table full of Jack Daniels shots was carried out. I believe city bylaw say that say that you can't consume alcohol while watching porn, so they offered it to us first - for $5/shot, which went to charity. The flock of bodies (yes, mine too) moving down to the stage to grab a shot just added to the general craziness. Very fun. Really.<br />
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And then - the films. I'm not going to say much about them, except that they were often funny, and often surprising. They covered a real cross section of humanity, and they were almost universally well shot and edited - really quality little shorts, regardless of the subject matter. The audience laughed, cringed, whooped and applauded. Who knew porn could be so...social? There were ballots, and voting (best humour, best kink, best sex, best overall). What it was, really, was a celebration of human sexuality in all (well, most of ) it's forms. It was about acceptance, no matter what body you are in (transgendered, disabled, skinny, lumpy, perfect..you name it), or what you like to do with that body. And that was a delight to see. And I wasn't creeped out (well, ok maybe once...). Or bored. Or bothered by the tone.<br />
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As we exited, pushing our ballots through the genital-orificed vote boxes, we were smiling. And trying not to stare too closely at a couple walking in front of us that we had seen much, MUCH more of only a few minutes before. Porn stars for the weekend, they were indeed. And HUMP! has found some more converts. We will be back next year, for sure.<br />
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And, to clarify, I'm still not a consumer of porn. Really...BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128705.post-76452259507071176412012-11-12T16:17:00.001-08:002012-11-12T16:17:25.260-08:00Lots to see, not much to sayI've been a culture glutton for the last week. Really I should have so much to say - and if you were to talk to me in person, I do have so much to say...but I'm being a lazy blogger. So - the highlights:<br />
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1. Skyfall, the new James Bond. Suprisingly great for an action film. Daniel Craig and Judy Dench are fantastic. Did I mention Daniel Craig? Javier Bardem also brings a delightfully over the top villain to the screen. Oh, and there's Daniel Craig...<br />
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2. Kidd Pivot's "The Tempest Replica" with my dance partner in crime A. A beautiful piece, for sure - excellent creative staging of a well known classic. That being said, I didn't find myself as connected to it as I have other dance works I've seen. Trying to figure that one out - I think maybe I was too concerned about narrative to appreciate the choreography as much as I could have. I think this is my problem more than the work's. I'm a dance virgin, I still obsess about understanding that language, maybe the well known narrative component was too much for my rapidly aging brain to handle on top of that. <br />
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3. Robert Lepage's "The Far Side of the Moon" - twice in four days, with my Lepagian-frere, on his birthday no less. Yes, we are both obsessed. This is something I definitely did connect with - I've seen it three times now, and I'd see it again any time. I've spoken about Lepage <a href="http://bunklelife.blogspot.ca/2007/05/monkeys-and-fairytales.html" target="_blank">before</a> and I really don't know what else there is to say - except that I wish I had one quarter of his creativity, and I will see ANYTHING he puts together. And for those of you who don't have the ability to see the theatrical version of the story, it is well worth renting the DVD of the film version - very very different than the theatrical work, but no less worthwhile.<br />
<br />This week brings more cultural fun - and hopefully more energy to write about it...BunkleLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459547686286666897noreply@blogger.com0