Saturday, October 24, 2009

Jeff Lemire

My WE cover story on Jeff Lemire from Oct. 3

Portrait of the artist: Graphic novelist Jeff Lemire, and a frame from his acclaimed Essex County Trilogy, named after the region in southwestern Ontario where he grew up.

Portrait of the artist: Graphic novelist Jeff Lemire, and a frame from his acclaimed Essex County Trilogy, named after the region in southwestern Ontario where he grew up

Comic Instinct

By Andrea Warner


About four hours southwest of Toronto lies Essex County, a region that, until recently, was best known for two things: the city of Windsor (its county seat), and its spitting-distance proximity to Detroit.

But in 2008, Jeff Lemire’s Tales from the Farm, the first installment in his Essex County Trilogy, quietly burst onto the international comic/graphic-novel scene. Ghost Stories followed a few months later, and then The Country Nurse, inadvertently launching Lemire’s tiny hometown of Woodslee (pop. 5,000) out of obscurity and into the imaginations of readers around the world. At the time of this writing, Lemire is the sole “notable person” on Essex County’s Wikipedia page.

Lemire’s rise to fame is part of Canadian cartoonists’ growing role in the comics industry, according to Robin McConnell, host of the comics-based CITR radio show, InkStuds. Lemire’s success continues to raise the profile of Vancouver artists as well.

“Vancouver has some great talents, like Brandon Graham and James Stokoe,” McConnell says. “Jeff exemplifies the work of a Canadian cartoonist, not succumbing to any form of Hollywood or genre-specific pressure for light and easy fare.”

Lemire’s trilogy covers vast narrative terrain, but is consistently rooted in its fictionalized version of his hometown, a rural community where everyone’s histories are neatly and inextricably weaved together through complicated backstories, expressed through sparse but evocative drawings that perfectly capture the books’ themes of loneliness and family. Tales from the Farm focuses on a young comic-book-obsessed boy who wears a superhero cape everywhere he goes, and is forced to move in with his uncle after his mother dies. Ghost Stories best shows Lemire’s innovation as a storyteller as it details an old man’s backward glances at his troubled life, his thwarted hockey career, and the complicated history he shared with his brother. The Country Nurse ties the first two stories together, and follows a tireless woman with her own troubles as she tries her best to tend to the emotional and physical issues of everyone around her.

Top Shelf Comix, the Portland-based independent publishing company that discovered Lemire, recently released The Collected Essex County.

“In some ways, it’s a romanticized view of where I grew up,” Lemire says. “In other ways, it’s a colder, starker version as well. Essex County is flat, with family farms spread out along very flat land. My closest neighbours were miles away, and that led to a lot of time playing alone on the farm, and a lot of time in my room reading and drawing comics.”

Lemire’s early artistic training came from those hours in his room, during which he devoured comics and observed the various styles used by different artists, particularly those featured in DC Comics’ Who’s Who directories.

“That was a real turning point for me,” Lemire says. “It was like an encyclopedia of all of their characters, featuring artwork by every comics artist working at the time. I copied different entries in the styles of [my favourite] artists. I remember my Mom and Dad would sit and go through the books with me; they would cover the artist credit at the bottom of the page and I would tell them which artist drew each page. I got them all right, and they couldn’t believe it, because to their untrained eye all those drawings just looked the same. But I had studied and poured over these drawings and knew the way every different artist created lines and shadow.”

Visually, Essex County’s illustrations offer up starkly contrasted images of people in varying states of despair, discovery, or delightful escape, usually interacting with some element of nature. Long country roads, a frozen river, the high-stakes hockey game — all are rendered with varying intensity. Hazy memories are represented by loosely penciled renditions, while present-day confrontations are liberally shaded with rich black ink. These drawings, more than the stories themselves, fulfill the mission that Lemire set for himself with the Essex County Trilogy.

“I never really sat down and wrote,” Lemire says. “I still rarely do. For me, it’s always been about the drawing first. It all starts visually, and story and character and plot all evolve out of my drawings. In a way, my drawing is my writing. I don’t see a separation between the two when it comes to making comics; they’re all part of the same process... I took the things I loved the most about the Essex County landscape — old rusted farm equipment, tattered wooden barns, vast open fields, endless telephone lines running off into the horizon — and focused on creating an idealized, timeless visual shorthand for the setting.”

Lemire’s ascent has been both arduous and breakneck. The 33-year-old former film student self-published his first book, Lost Dogs, in 2005. Flash forward four years, and he’s now part of DC Comics / Vertigo, one of the biggest players in the comics market. Lemire’s first novel for DC, The Nobody, came out this year, and he’s now working on a monthly series called Sweet Tooth, and another book for Top Shelf about impending fatherhood (Lemire himself is a proud new dad). Ultimately, he says, it was self-publishing that was key in launching his career.

“There is just no other way to get started,” Lemire says. “Who’s going to publish someone who’s never been published before? I mean, of course that happens on the rare occasion, but really most publishers need to see a published — or at least a finished — work to be able to get a sense of who you are and if it’s something they want to take on. In comics we’re lucky that it’s seen as cool to go the DIY route, and there’s actually grassroots support for that.”

And taking chances on new writers is continuing to pay off as the audience for graphic novels continues to widen. According to Publishers Weekly, North American graphic-novel and comic-book sales is one of the few areas of growth in the publishing industry, up to 715 million in 2008, versus 705 million in 2007. It’s a relatively small increase, but in an industry on the decline, any growth is deemed a success. Lemire’s view of his industry’s future is decidedly similar to the tone of his work: realistic with a dash of hopefulness.

“Eventually, it will all be digitally distributed and viewed, and only a few really high-end print editions will be done as collector’s items,” Lemire predicts.

“In terms of the medium itself, it’s really limitless.There are going to be more and more interesting young voices coming up in the comics, telling really diverse stories. It’s not just going to be white boys bred on superheroes like me anymore. I also think we’re seeing more and more female cartoonists emerging each year, and that’s really going to change a traditionally male-dominated medium for the better. The more diverse comics get, the more the medium can continue to grow and evolve... There are a lot more women coming up to me at shows and getting their books signed. It’s not just 18- to 40-year-old men with Batman T-shirts anymore.”

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

You Say Party! We Say Die!


My first story for Exclaim! Magazine is this month's cover story on You Say Party! We Say Die!



You Say Party! We Say Die!
Career Resuscitation
By Andrea Warner

"I think a lot of people probably thought I needed to be shipped home and sent straight to like, a mental institution. Maybe leave that out."

Becky Ninkovic, the lead singer of You Say Party! We Say Die!, laughs ruefully. We're inside the band's cramped rehearsal room in a building that reeks of stale beer and sweat, in one of Vancouver's industrial neighbourhoods where the prostitutes come out before the sun sets. It's the perfect setting for a dance-punk outfit about to be known for making the best out of bad situations. Just two years ago, YSP!WSD! were on the verge of calling it quits. Now, they're a few weeks shy of embarking on a six-week, cross-country tour supporting their third, and finest album, XXXX.

It was 2004 when bass player Stephen O'Shea and keyboardist Krista Loewen started jamming with Ninkovic in her parents' basement in Abbotsford, BC. A year later, they released their first CD, Hit the Floor!, and became a buzz band that whipped audiences into dance floor frenzies, largely thanks to Ninkovic's front-woman antics that often highlighted her dancing more than her singing. Floor! was a collection of propulsive, guitar-mashing, garage punk songs with occasional off-ramps into new wave. Their second release, Lose All Time, showed more diversity and less emphasis on noise, amping up the production values and musicianship with the addition of guitarist Derek Adam and drummer Devon Clifford. It also boasted YSP!'s most popular song to date, "Monster," an '80s-inspired pop number that let Ninkovic's vocals bounce over urgent drums and playful guitar riffs, and sounds most like the diving off point for XXXX.

Both Floor! and Time were decently reviewed, but YSP!'s real draw was the crashing, thrashing, lightning storm live shows ― something neither album could properly convey. But, now there's XXXX, which comes tearing off the speakers, layers of new wave throwback hooks and tones atop strong, sexy vocals and a smattering of big risks that pay off with an album that finally seems to capture the contagious energy and vitality of their stage performances.

"When we got the first mixes back, it actually sounded like a representation of what our live show is," drummer Devon Clifford says. "In writing it, we were all just trying to be really positive about bringing whatever we wanted to the table and at least experimenting with it rather than ridiculing it right away or laughing it off, like 'Oh, what's that garbage you're spitting out?'"

From the beautifully eerie opening track, "There is XXXX (In My Heart)," to the keyboard-driven dance number "Laura Palmer's Prom," XXXX is full of pop gems that tease and toy with sex, love, and kiss-offs.

"Making our albums before was a rushed month-and-a-half long process from writing to recording," Clifford says. "So to be able to spend close to a year writing all these songs is awesome. With Lose All Time, we didn't have a chance to discard any song we recorded, because we needed every song that we had. This one we've been able to pick and choose which songs we liked the most."

Even Clifford admits that the heavy '80s sounds led him to second-guess some songs. "With 'She's Spoken For,' when we first wrote it, I was like 'We can't play this, it's the same chord progression as Pat Benatar's "Love is a Battlefield."' And the others were like, 'I don't think so.' So I went and listened to it and it's totally different. Then I was like, 'Oh, it's like this Pilot song.' But it wasn't. I guess it's just really reminiscent of some classic songs."

"I feel like it's our best foot forward, collectively," bassist Stephen O'Shea says. "It's really well-rounded because it represents all five of our writing styles. I really feel like this is Becky's record. Hit the Floor! really felt like my record, but she really owned this record. The rest of us became more disciplined in our playing and writing to allow her to have more room to grow and really step up. The last two years have been fundamental growing times for her and it feels like the right step in the arc of our progression, and it makes all the rest of our records make sense. I think this record really shows what we were trying to do back then."

On XXXX Ninkovic finally sounds like the woman seen on stage, commanding the audience with every high kick, a heart anchored by having come back from the dark side, a girl who's genuinely capable of having fun.

"I finally feel like a singer, rather than a dancer who loves being in a band," Ninkovic says. The changes in Ninkovic's vocal range on XXXX are symptomatic of the band's evolution, and really speak to surviving the 2007 Berlin barroom brawl that almost broke up the band, the first telltale sign of Ninkovic's impending breakdown.

Two years ago, YSP! were nearing the end of a 16-week European tour when a late-night drunken argument between O'Shea, Adam, and Clifford lead to Ninkovic attacking Clifford.

"Becky came in and was just clawing at me and I grabbed her and shoved her away," Clifford recalls. "Then big German punk rock dudes picked me up and carried me out of the bar. They were very gentle, but at first they weren't going to be, because they thought I was abusing her. The next day we didn't talk at all."

It was a pivotal moment for everyone, one that had been building for a while.

"When you're sleep deprived it's easy to turn to substances, like 'I don't know how I'm going to do this show,'" Ninkovic says. "You're on a 16-week tour, no breaks, and there's always alcohol around and there's always caffeine around ― two huge culprits for my health issues and I didn't know until I'd hit the worst."

"Even before the big almost-break-up, there were moments on that tour where I didn't know if I could keep going," says keyboardist Krista Loewen. "It was spending a month in Europe with my feet wet because I couldn't afford to buy shoes or a better jacket."

"I didn't have much hope," admits guitarist Derek Adam. "I thought the tour was over. It was a really grey day and we were all stuck in the van together."

"I thought for sure it was done then," O'Shea says. "But we miraculously pulled it back together the next day. Our tour manager did a really great job with the two warring camps."

"And we still managed to put on some pretty powerful shows," Ninkovic says. "We were playing our best at that point, and that was part of what kept us in it, too. We were as good as we'd ever been, and that was really painful. We were so broken as people, but this music was keeping us going."

When the group got back to BC, everyone took a much-needed break and headed back to their day jobs. Almost. Ninkovic's doctor wouldn't allow her to go back to work until she got healthy, and the rest of YSP! began to realize the seriousness of the situation. "We actually [turned down] the opportunity to open for Jimmy Eat World and that was painful, but we had to because we knew the band would be over if she didn't get healthy," O'Shea says. "We really had to regroup and build each other up because we couldn't keep tearing each other down."

Ninkovic's recovery process included a year with a vocal coach, who helped her see that that the perpetual fight between her voice and the music was contributing to her illness.

"I discovered that my true voice is in my centre, it's not up here" ― grabs her throat ― "where I'm straining and fighting the music," Ninkovic says. "In the past it was always like ARGHH! and it was so noisy and so loud, and I felt I had to prove my strength by trying really hard. You learn that the more you strain and the more you try the less power you have than when you just learn to breathe, like allow yourself to open up and relax. That's a principle that goes for so many things in life. I discovered that on a physical level with my health and voice, but it spoke volumes about how I was living too, and how I was existing in this band."

Ninkovic's breakdown also found her exploring some dark places. "In the first couple years of being in the band, I had huge issues with myself and that's really what led to being crashed against the bottom of the ocean floor. There's something in you that can't go on being who you are, and if you can't figure it out, you don't have the right people around, or you're not able to see it because you're so thickly in it, you'll just feel like you have to kill yourself because you hate yourself so much, you just can't bear going on the way you are. That desire comes from a place of 'I need to change.' And if you can find the courage to make that change, it's a whole new start again. I feel like I'm 28 and just being born in a way."

Call it YSP!WSD! 2.0 if you will. For the first time, according to O'Shea, the band is on the same page. But, having been a key driving force in YSP!'s tendency towards the more punk side of dance music, O'Shea admits that XXXX tested him.

This was the most challenging record for me, because we didn't have a preconceived notion of what we were trying to make," O'Shea says. "The others records were dance punk. But now, two records later, well, we've played out all these ideas, but I was thinking and trying really hard and saying 'we need to come up with something and write the idea before we write the album,' but the rest of the band were like, 'No, we're going to just try and bring ourselves to the record.'" The results have already paid off. Advance buzz has critics loving this incarnation of YSP!WSD!

Ninkovic can hardly contain her excitement about her, and the band's, new direction. She jokingly sings a few bars of "A Whole New World" from Disney's Aladdin.

I've never been able to listen to our last albums because they felt like unfinished pieces of work," Ninkovic says. "We didn't have enough time or money to make them complete, whereas this one, I just listened to it today on the drive in, I love these songs. It wells up in me. That was one of my hopes with these songs, that they would feel good to perform night after night, and they would be a comfort to me, and perhaps to others as well. It was like I wanted to sing songs that were liberating. When I was just discovering this newfound confidence, I had this guy say, 'Whoa, doesn't look like you need any help with your ego.' And I'm like, 'This is the first time in my life I've had an ego! I'm stoked. Leave me alone. I'm loving this, this is good ego, and I'm holding on for all it's worth.'"

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Twilight Time for Vancouver

My piece about Twilight's impact on Vancouver

In the upcoming The Twilight Saga: New Moon, Bella (Kristen Stewart) is torn between Jacob (Taylor Lautner, top) and Edward (Robert Pattinson, bottom left). Vancouver musician Adaline (bottom right) found thousands of new fans after “tweeting” about a chance encounter with Pattinson at a local bar.

In the upcoming The Twilight Saga: New Moon, Bella (Kristen Stewart) is torn between Jacob (Taylor Lautner, top) and Edward (Robert Pattinson, bottom left). Vancouver musician Adaline (bottom right) found thousands of new fans after “tweeting” about a chance encounter with Pattinson at a local bar.

Credit: supplied

Twilight Time

Justin King is at the ready to lift his camera and capture photos of actors who, until two years ago, were all but unknown. He’s not in New York or L.A., and there’s no red carpet to be found. He’s at Vancouver International Airport, and is just one of several photographers there for one specific reason. “The humans are leaving,” the 28-year-old explains.

Welcome to the world of Twilight, where terms like “the vampires,” “the Wolf Pack,” “the humans,” and “the Big Three” have become a part of the everyday lexicon of gossip rags, fan sites, and the entertainment industry in general – all thanks to ‘TwiHards,’ the ever-growing number of obsessive fans who have catapulted Stephanie Meyer, a first-time author and a Mormon, to the tops of numerous bestseller lists, and launched a movie franchise that’s driven a giant stake into Vancouver’s place on the celebrity stargazer’s map.

For the uninitiated, the Twilight books and movies concern Bella Swan, a bookish 17-year-old loner who moves to the Pacific Northwest and falls in love with vampire Edward Cullen. The push-pull of their tortured love affair — complete with a second love interest for Bella in the form of man-werewolf Jacob — sustain the four-book arc. They’ve become both kid-tested and mom-approved, thanks in part to Edward’s characterization as a chaste knight in glistening armour.

After Twilight exploded onto the big screen, making instant celebrities out of Kristen Stewart (Bella), Robert Pattinson (Edward), and Taylor Lautner (Jacob), all eyes turned to Vancouver, where it was announced the movie’s sequels would be filmed back-to-back. The Twilight Saga: New Moon is set to be released November 20, while The Twilight Saga: Eclipse is currently in production. Everyone, it seems — from fans to entrepreneurs to paparazzi — is eager to get a piece of the action.

The global frenzy for photos of even the most minor cast members has ushered in Vancouver’s first truly big wave of L.A.-based paparazzi — photographers who make a living staking out and documenting Twilight’s every turn. The above-mentioned Justin King, camped out at the airport hoping to get a few shots of the third-tier actors who portray Bella’s human friends, is one of roughly 12 paparazzi shooting the Twilight cast every day, and the only one not temporarily relocated from L.A. He’s a Vancouverite, and got his start getting autographs from the Twilight cast. But when he saw that photos were fetching a bigger buck, he acquired some professional equipment and started shooting for the L.A.-based agency Punked Images.

“It’s 14-, 16-hour days,” King says. “I get up and have to be there for the [actors’ limo] pickups at the hotel, for their daily goings-on, and then be back for drop off. Sometimes I follow them out to the sets, or I might stake out the hotels on their off days, just ‘cause the cast, not including the Big Three, all know me by name. I’ve established a rapport, so if I see them shopping or out walking, I just go over and I get shots there. They give me good shots: a smile, a wave, or a peace sign.”

To people familiar with Vancouver’s long-standing reputation as Hollywood North, the obsessive attention from fans and paparazzi may be a boon to the economy, but it’s not entirely flattering. The TwiHards (and another, perhaps more obsessive subset, the TwiMoms) have helped bolster Vancouver’s tourism business by flocking here in droves, just to get a glimpse of anything Twilight-related. Elaine “Lainey” Lui, who pens the blog LaineyGossip.com and interviews celebrities for TV entertainment show eTalk, calls the trend “embarrassing.”

“I’ve never seen fans this crazy and shameless,” Lui says. “They have redefined ‘loser.’ I’ve seen it get really psychotic, like for Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, and that’s crazy, too. But this... I guess the Twilight thing is just so widespread, and I find that it’s misunderstood. People seem to think that it’s only teenagers? Oh, no. It’s, like, 40- and 50-year-olds, mothers. I have my issues with what the significance of Twilight popularity is in terms of a social study. In worshipping a man like Edward Cullen, and by idolizing a relationship which is based on a girl giving up everything for a boy, and attaching her life’s identity and value — it illustrates the regression of the female movement.”

Sarah Crauder, a production assistant who worked on the original Twilight film in Oregon, saw first-hand that women, young and old, were eager to jump in on the fantasy. “Girls were obsessed with this book and would have done anything to be connected to it,” she recalls. “They could have made the movie with sock puppets and it would have made the same amount of money. Just slap Twilight on something and they’re going to buy it.”

Crauder recalls fielding letters and e-mails before casting had been finalized, from fans pleading to be cast as Bella. “It’s so dependent on you seeing yourself as the heroine. If you don’t identify as Bella, the whole book falls apart.”

Those fans are also reaching out to Lui, via any form necessary. She estimates that she gets about a dozen e-mails every week from fans around the world who tell her they’re coming to Vancouver for Twilight. “On Twitter it’s a lot more,” she adds. “It’s been great for Vancouver financially, and public-relations-wise it’s been incredible. People are flying in from all over the world — Brazil, Germany, Australia — just to stalk these celebrities, and obviously Vancouver’s reaping the reward from that. But the downside of it is that it’s over this franchise.”

Erin Cebula, an entertainment reporter for Global Television and Entertainment Tonight Canada, says it’s not dissimilar to another famous series and its relationship to its home city.

“New York was such a central character in Sex and the City, and Vancouver could play a similar role in the Twilight franchise,” Cebula suggests. “Twilight tours are happening now: You can visit the locations, even where the stars go and have lunch. And, of course, the same kind of tours happen in New York with Sex and the City. Even in Tofino, they were running some tours after New Moon was shot on the beaches. From a tourism perspective, it can be beneficial to people who are quick on the draw.”

Well, usually.

The Twilight fervour has kick-started King’s career as a photographer, and benefited plenty of Vancouver hot-spots like the restaurants Glowbal and Chambar, where the cast hangs out and fans linger in the hope of catching a glimpse.

A chance encounter with Pattinson even helped boost a fledgling local indie singer-songwriter’s career. Earlier this year, the singularly-named Adaline, who had just released her debut CD, Famous for Fire, took to her Twitter account and mentioned she’d hugged Pattinson and had a conversation with him at a bar. The “tweet” got picked up by a Twilight fan site, which linked to her MySpace page, generating international publicity and over 75,000 plays of her music in just a few weeks.

“The Twilight fans are really like no other,” Adaline says. “‘Passionate’ is probably the best word to describe them. I’ve received thousands of messages of support from Twilight fans who are now fans of my music as well. It mainly created a greater awareness of my music, which is needed as an independent artist. In today’s music business, artists really need these kinds of breaks, so I’m grateful.”

But not every person who’s interacted with Twilight has benefited. A woman who agreed to speak with WE only on condition of anonymity had, up until last week, been operating a tour business taking fans to various Twilight locations, and pointing out other popular filming spots in Vancouver. Despite having the appropriate permits, last week she received a cease-and-desist order from Summit Entertainment, the studio behind the Twilight franchise, threatening legal action for copyright infringement. “It’s serious, and I’m scared,” she says. “They could take everything from me, and I have kids I need to support.”

She’s not permitted to offer any numbers about her own business, but said that she knew of at least a few hundred people who were arriving from all over the world to check out Twilight locations. “The average person would come for a week, stay in a five-star a hotel, and eat three meals a day, and this was a destination to see if they could meet the cast,” she says. “It’s not like a cruise ship number, but I would say people would spend several hundred dollars. I was doing a service for Tourism BC, because there’s no one out there marketing B.C. to the fans. New Moon and Eclipse could do for us what Brokeback Mountain did for Alberta.”

So far it already has. As Cebula notes, the casting for Twilight’s supporting characters prominently features local actors, particularly those in the aboriginal community. And Lui, despite her dislike for the Twilight franchise, is optimistic about the end result.

“Whatever brings the fans to Vancouver, they can appreciate it for what it really is,” she says. “How beautiful the city is, not just Twilight.” 

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Comedy Fest picks!

Some of the Vancouver Global Comedy Fest highlights!
Vancouver Global ComedyFest mixes its star-studded line-up with the best in indie and up-and-coming talent. Clockwise from top left: Steve Martin, Carol Burnett, Nick Thune, Picnicface, and David Cross.

Vancouver Global ComedyFest mixes its star-studded line-up with the best in indie and up-and-coming talent. Clockwise from top left: Steve Martin, Carol Burnett, Nick Thune, Picnicface, and David Cross.

COMEDY: Top picks for ComedyFest

STEVE MARTIN

Yes, he makes more bad movies than good nowadays (when The Jerk came out in the late ’70s, could anyone have foreseen The Pink Panther 2? Ugh!), but the wiry, white-haired comedian proved he still knows how to turn on the funny when he stood alongside Tina Fey during their presentation of the writers’ awards at the Emmys. An opportunity for the audience to ask questions guarantees plenty of laugh-out-loud moments, as Martin’s never at a loss for off-the-cuff cleverness.

A Conversation with Steve Martin: An Evening of Questions & Answers. Sunday, Sept. 27 at Orpheum Theatre (Smithe & Seymour), 7:30 p.m. Tickets $49-$185 from Ticketmaster.

CAROL BURNETT

Her skewering of the beloved classic Gone with the Wind might go down as one of the single funniest moments on TV ever, and by anchoring her own sketch-comedy show for over eight years, Burnett became a pioneer in the world of female comedians. With a lengthy history in Hollywood and on Broadway, Burnett’s got plenty to dish about. And, as she demonstrated in the opening Q&A;segment of her show every week, she’s incredibly quick with a witty comeback, no matter how crazy the question.

Laughter and Reflection with Carol Burnett: A Conversation with Carol Where the Audience Asks the Questions. Sept. 24 at Orpheum Theatre, 7 pm. Tickets $49.50-$89.50 from Ticketmaster.

DAVID CROSS

The stand-up comedian and actor (Arrested Development) is as cranky as ever, except this time he’s turned his trademark rants into a collection of essays in his new book, I Drink for a Reason. Lest you think this is a confessional memoir of a man on the verge of an AA meeting, his brutal honesty and biting satire could make thin-skinned folk bleed tears just by picking up the book. This reading and Q&A;could be just the chance to get onto the receiving end of a classic Cross verbal bitchslap.

I Drink for a Reason: A Reading and Conversation with David Cross. Sunday, Sept. 27 at Centre for Performing Arts (777 Homer), 2 p.m., Tickets $26.50 from Ticketmaster.

PICNICFACE

An eight-member comedy troupe that’s making YouTube waves with its hilarious videos couldn’t possibly be Canadian, right? Let alone from Halifax. Damn right, they are. This wryly original octet has deep East Coast roots, and has received plenty of comparisons to Andy Samberg’s the Lonely Island, known for its digital shorts on Saturday Night Live. While Picnicface hasn’t debuted a “Dick in the Box”-like classic yet, it has its own YouTube channel with over 40,000 subscribers, and the ridiculously awesome “Super Bingo” has been viewed over 1.2 million times.

As part of Edge of the Fest, Saturday, Sept. 26 at Vogue Theatre (918 Granville), 8 p.m. Tickets $32.50 from Ticketmaster.

Nick Thune

Vancouver’s Emerald City-envy will be temporarily assuaged with the arrival of Nick Thune, a self-described comedian/writer/actor/bird owner. He’s graced Jay Leno’s former Tonight Show twice, and Comedy Central even ponied up the cash to have him make a series of short films called iThunes. He’s also curiously pretty, standing out in an industry full of men who grew up learning to laugh in the face of one or two physical shortcomings.

Nick Thune is performing throughout the festival. For venue and ticket info, visit ComedyFest.com

Garfunkel and Oates

I had such a great time interviewing Garfunkel and Oates! You can read it in this week's WE.

Garfunkel and Oates, a.k.a. Riki Lindhome (left) and Kate Micucci.

Garfunkel and Oates, a.k.a. Riki Lindhome (left) and Kate Micucci.

By Andrea Warner

They write songs called “Sex with Ducks” and “This Party Took a Turn for the Douche.” They pen odes to one-night stands with lyrics like, “You may know my body / You don’t know my soul / You want the donut / But all you’re gonna get is the hole.”

Meet Garfunkel and Oates, a.k.a. Riki Lindhome and Kate Micucci, the newest, cutest, dirtiest alt-comedy duo, who have become viral phenoms thanks to homemade video recordings of their catchy and clever musical commentaries on everything from relationships to social etiquette, and satirical skewering of even the precious baby bump (take a listen to “Pregnant Women are Smug”).

It’s been a slow — and somewhat unintentional — climb up the comedy ladder. Both women are actresses (Micucci’s got a recurring role on the TV show Scrubs, while Lindhome most recently starred in the feature film The Last House on the Left) and long-time friends who started brainstorming some songs for Lindhome’s musical short, Imaginary Larry. The partnership evolved into writing more songs and posting videos of them on YouTube, which led to a monthly show at the Upright Citizens Brigade in L.A., that city’s leading playground for up-and-coming comedians.

Now, just a month after Garfunkel and Oates released their debut CD, Music Songs, Micucci and Lindhome are part of the Vancouver Global ComedyFest lineup, sharing program space with Carol Burnett and Steve Martin.

And no, they’re not sure how it happened either.

Has it surprised you that Garfunkel and Oates is selling out shows?

Riki Lindhome: I’m always surprised! I called Kate the other day before our Upright Citizens Brigade show, and I was like, “I don’t think anyone’s going to come,” and she was like, “They just called and it’s sold out already.” They ended up turning people away at the doors! It’s so crazy, because people who don’t get it don’t even like it a little. And people who like it love it. I had one friend come out to our first show, and this was when I realized how it was going to be. We had, like, five friends at our first show and they loved it, but then my other friend was like, “So, this is your band. Ummm...okay. Well, you seemed to be having fun. So, I’m gonna go.” And then he, like, took off! [Laughs] We think it’s cool though, the way it’s turned out.

Kate Micucci: It’s so weird, the fact that people know about us. And we’ve seen it change, too. It used to be all just our friends in the audience, but now it’s a lot of people we don’t know. A friend of mine yesterday went into a bookstore and they were playing our music! And what really surprises me is that people always hand us their instruments to sign. I’m always like, “Well, I don’t wanna ruin your ukulele.” But now it’s happened enough times that it’s not a shock. But I try to assess the situation: If it’s under $100, I’ll sign it, but if it’s worth a lot, I’m like, “Let’s find something else.”

“Sex with Ducks” was inspired by gay-marriage opponents and Proposition 8, but other songs like “One Night Stand” and “This Party Took a Turn for the Douche” — are there specific individuals who inspired them?

KM: Riki is always the idea girl, and oftentimes I’ll just sit at the piano while we’re talking and find the melody. I couldn’t even tell you most of the time who said what. It’s like our brains get all mushy or something [Laughs]

RL: Most songs have been inspired by something that’s happened, but not necessarily to us. “Party” happened when I was with two other friends at this really quiet downtown French restaurant, and this fraternity of guys came in, loud and drunk, and sat next to us. And my friend looks over at me and was like, “Well, this party just took a turn for the douche.” I just died laughing, and asked if I could have that phrase. “One Night Stand” was actually us just trying to make a song like “Bohemian Rhapsody” — one that changed a lot.

Have you found that fellow comedians are welcoming you into the comedy world?

RL: Completely. I think, to a surprising degree. This whole year has been beyond anything Kate and I could ever imagine. The first time we ever played at a comedy club was at the Laugh Factory, and we played on Tom Arnold’s bill between Steven Wright and Ron Wright, and it was unbelievable. I think part of it is because we’re women, and I think people are happier to have more women in the comedy world. It’s the opposite of it being a man’s world. They want women. It breaks things up and it’s a better show.

Carol Burnett will be at the festival, and she’s certainly one of the biggest influences for women in comedy.

KM: Oh, my god, I just heard she was going to be there. I’m such a huge fan! I live near CBS Studios, and when I drive by I always think that’s so cool — she filmed there. I hope I get to meet her when I’m there. Once I met Lily Tomlin on a soundstage, and she just came up to me and was like, “Hi, I’m Lily.” It was, like, four years ago, and I was working on my first TV show, and she was working on Will & Grace around the corner, and she just came up to me and I was like, “Oh, my god, I have your autograph taped to my wall.”


Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Three Monkeys

My review of the Turkish film Three Monkeys appears on WestEnder.com

Hatice Aslan and Yavuz Bingöl in Three Monkeys.

Hatice Aslan and Yavuz Bingöl in Three Monkeys.

Credit: supplied

THREE MONKEYS

Starring Yavuz Bingol, Hatice Asian

Directed by Nuri Bilge Ceylan

3 stars (out of 5)

The Turkish film Three Monkeys is a sad meditation on morality, ethics, and the unrelenting effects of tragedy. A painfully bleak prize-winner for best direction at Cannes in 2008, it’s also one hell of a beautiful downer, built on lingering long shots, moody colours, and epic silent stretches of bravura acting.

The film opens on a sleepy driver, corrupt politician Servet (Ercan Kesal), navigating a dark, narrow lane. After he hits a pedestrian, a couple drives by, comes upon the crumpled body in the middle of the road, and opts to keep driving, ultimately allowing Servet to escape undetected.

Eyüp (Yavuz Bingol), Servet’s driver, takes the fall in exchange for big bucks, and is sentenced to nine months in prison. This leaves his wife, Hacer (the beautifully expressive Hatice Asian), and his troubled teenage son, Ismail (Rifat Sungar), at home, both restless and unhappy in their own ways. When Ismail comes home battered and bloody, Hacer goes to Servet for a loan, and the two become embroiled in a secret affair.

The film takes its name from the three monkeys used to convey “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil,” and an inability to communicate seems to be at the root of the family’s dysfunction. They’re still mourning the loss of their second son, 10 years previously, who periodically appears to them in various hallucinations. When Eyüp is finally released from jail, everyone’s lies come undone, building to a tense climax about the repercussions of willful ignorance.

Director-writer Nuri Bilge Ceylan loves to linger on his actors’ faces, or allow a scene to unfold far off in the distance and at times, the cinematography segues from languid to labourious, making Three Monkeys feel plodding. But the film’s final scenes are electrifying, even in the depressing realization that this fractured family hasn’t really learned from its mistakes. — Andrea Warner

Franz Ferdinand

My interview with Franz Ferdinand's online at WE (WestEnder.com)

Franz Ferdinand: Success made them feel like spies

Franz Ferdinand: Success made them feel like spies "reporting back to normal people."

It’s been five years since Glasgow’s Franz Ferdinand crossed the Atlantic, sparking a renewed interest in early-’80s-style dance-pop with the irresistible, sexed-up “Take Me Out.” Since then, the quartet has turned out three albums, each of which boast severable memorable hits, and scored five Grammy nominations. But even with all that international success — including heavy exposure for the single “No You Girls” (from the album Tonight: Franz Ferdinand) in an iPod commercial — the novelty of North America still hasn’t worn off for drummer Paul Thomson, who spoke with WE from a hotel room in San Diego.

WE: How’s your day so far?
Thomson: Suffering from a bit of a hangover and still up in the hotel room. But other than that it’s nice, sun’s out — it’s San Diego.

What’s your poison?
Well, last night it was Pabst Blue Ribbon, jumbo cans — only, like, $2. It’s really cheap, blue-collar kind of lager. Oh, and tequila as well.

That’s a brutal combination.
[Laughs] Yeah, well, before that we went out to see the San Diego Padres versus the Chicago Cubs, which was fun. I’ve never been to a ball game before. I spent half the time just trying to figure out what was going on.

Do you have a true sense of the American spirit now?
Yeah. The cast of Cats was singing “The Star-Spangled Banner” at the beginning. Not in cat makeup, though. That would have been amazing.

Absolutely. On a different note, I read that you’re well-versed in a variety of instruments. What made you decide to go with drums for Franz Ferdinand instead of guitar, as you did originally for the group?
Nick and I swapped because he played guitar better than me, and I played drums better than him, and I just got stuck in that role. But I’m not complaining. It’s the most physical instrument; you get to use all your limbs, and it’s great fun to do live. The physicality of it is what I like the best. Everyone else on stage is just using their fingers or their voices, whereas I’m using my entire body.

Were you taken aback by how quickly Franz Ferdinand became popular?
Crikey, I guess I was taken aback. None of us expected it, but our label must have because they invested a lot of time and money in us. I think they were relieved, certainly, when we got a bit of success, but we certainly weren’t expecting that level of success. When we first started out, we were just doing it for the fun of it. We thought we’d maybe make enough money from gigs to put out a seven-inch; like, press 500 copies in the Czech Republic and sell them at independent record stores. I never thought for a minute it would take us outside of the country.

What’s been your most surreal experience with Franz Ferdinand?
I guess going to the Grammys in 2005. We were still the same people before all this crazy shit started happening, and very much outside of this whole celebrity culture, and you’re there in the middle of it, but you feel like some sort of spy reporting back to normal people. When you’re standing on a red carpet between Hulk Hogan and James Brown, it doesn’t get much more surreal than that.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Ensemble Pamplemousse

My article on Ensemble Pamplemousse appears in the Charleston City Paper.

Ensemble Pamplemousse's fresh take on the sound of music

Concepts and Crackles

Crescendoed hums, exotic flourishes, and more blips and beeps than a sci-fi convention — Brooklyn-based indie experimental collective Ensemble Pamplemousse isn't for everyone. But, for those seeking a sonic experience that's truly other-worldly, the sextet delivers.

The New Music Collective kicks off its Fall season as it presents the group at Redux on Saturday evening. The ensemble will cnduct a presentation beforehand explaining their music process and the implementation of the "super instruments."

The band name means "grapefruit" in French. "We searched for something that would describe what we wanted the group to embody — a thoroughly exciting, deliciously satisfying experience," says Flautist Natacha Diels. "There are several things in life which bring about a total-body thrill of this sort, and one happens to be eating a grapefruit. One starts by peeling away the thick outer layer to reveal the translucent inner layer. All that remains is the rich, beautiful ruby red heart of the fruit, achieved through just enough work to be truly rewarding."

It's an apt description when wading through the group's lengthy list of compositions. One might not quite understand what's going on when first listening to something like "ttt", which sounds at turns like a kettle's strange whistle, and a throatier sound, like a deep droning (rather than a high-pitched) squeal. But stick around and the transformative sounds start to create scenes, landscapes, settings for places only you can imagine.

But Pamplemousse wasn't always so experimental. They originally began as a more "traditional" new music ensemble.

"We started performing works we'd heard and liked," Diels says. "[But it] was somewhat unsatisfying, due largely to the lack of interaction we had with the composers."

Pamplemousse's other members include violinist Kiku Enomoto, writer Rama Gottfried, percussionist Andrew Greenwald, David Broome on keyboards, and cellist Jessie Marino. Diels credits everyone's strong-mindedness and creative inclinations with eventually moving Pamplemousse to crafting in-house compositions.

"Each member of the group is highly unique in their compositional material, yet focused on similar creative palettes, so we achieve concerts which are very diverse yet cohesive," Diels says. "We also have a composer-member, Rama Gottfried, who has strongly influenced the direction Pamplemousse's sound. I feel really fortunate to have this particular group of musicians to work with, not only because they're exceptional musicians, but because they are so adamant about forming the music into a product that is their own, which really is the essence of Pamplemousse."

Pamplemousse's most recent collaboration, the collectively-written Blocks, lends itself to the soundtrack of a wordless cartoon: fingers pluck while bows scrape cello and violin strings; and the marches up and down the piano keys call to mind classic Tom and Jerry escapades. At different moments it sounds like paper's being crumpled in fists, or someone's bouncing up and down on rusty bed springs, and then the drums seem to growl like an animal lurking in the forest. Diels, despite Blocks' success, is already anticipating new influences for the next compositions, though she's not sure how the inspirations will manifest themselves musically.

"The group's direction changes as the members' interests change, and therefore it's difficult to predict what will come next," Diels says. We can guess and wager it'll be unlike anything we've ever heard before.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The Wallflowers

My piece on the Wallflowers appears in the Charleston City Paper this week.

From the stage, The Wallflowers still inspire

Headlights and Collections


For millions of Wallflowers fans, particularly those who were teenagers in 1996, Jakob was the only Dylan who mattered. "Bob who?" girls would ask, resigning the folk icon responsible for "Blowin' in the Wind," the real face of the 1960s, to that of glorified sperm donor.

For those fans, Jakob was the first Dylan to take up permanent residency in the CD player. Every word from the lead singer's lips was a smoky promise that shone with sex appeal. As Jakob got the girls' hearts a'fluttering, the Wallflowers' breakthrough album, the platinum-selling Bringing Down the Horse, etched itself into their brains far more permanently than the periodic table or the Ten Commandments. The album sold over six million copies worldwide.

But it wasn't just the hormone-hampered who worshipped the Wallflowers: older fans found comfort in Bob's progeny too, flocking to the young singer-songwriter like he was the second coming of folk-rock angst. Despite Jakob's deliberate avoidance of any political underpinnings on Horse, his father's fans sought him out, finding a guy with a gift for melody, a more tuneful, pop-rock version of their rebel-yell idol.

But, for a short guy, Bob Dylan casts a long shadow, and for Jakob, his father's legacy has been inescapable. Most of Jakob's first interviews for The Wallflowers were based solely on the importance of his last name. For the most part, Jakob's taken wide circles around any such questions, attempting to subtract his father from the equation.

Thirteen years after Horse's huge success, he's still not talking, refusing to do any press for this reunion tour. What time has shown The Wallflowers, in terms of major label success, is that sometimes one really good album breaks a career even while it's making you a star. Everyone can still hum The Wallflowers' hit single "One Headlight" but almost no one can tell you the name of the band's last album. (It was 2005's Rebel, Sweetheart, for the curious out there.)

Following Horse, The Wallflowers experienced numerous stops and starts, ultimately releasing three more albums, all of which underperformed compared to the hit albatross around their neck. Ultimately the band left Interscope in 2005, and Jakob embarked on solo efforts, spending last summer on the road in support of his album, Seeing Things.

And then suddenly this year, the band regrouped, setting out on a cross-country summer tour in support of their new album Collected: 1995-2006. The track list boasts the five best songs from Horse, including the ode to New York romances gone awry, "Sixth Avenue Heartache" (with Adam Duritz from Counting Crows), and the classic slow burn of "Invisible City," which laments, "feeling pretty is so hard." Listening to Collected's other songs only goes to show just how early The Wallflowers peaked. The two previously unreleased songs, "God Says Nothing Back" and "Eat You Sleeping," are tepid soft rock exercises.

Despite the hit-and-miss collection, The Wallflowers' reputation for a genuinely inspired live show lives on. Catching the slow curl of the guitar wrapping its way around the driving drum beat on the opening bars from "One Headlight" is just enough to melt many self-respecting women back into teenage girls. And, when Jakob takes the stage and lets loose his throaty purr, prepare yourself to start asking, "Bob who?" all over again.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Juliette Lewis

My interview with Juliette Lewis is online at WestEnder.com right now.
Juliette Lewis

Juliette Lewis

Juliette Lewis goes it alone

From presumed bad joke to opening for Cat Power and the Pretenders on a current North American tour, Juliette Lewis has navigated the back-and-forth between being an Oscar-nominated actress and a fierce rock ’n’ roll frontwoman with little regard for her naysayers. She makes no bones about the duality of her career or about the creative differences between acting and singing; there are no diva-sized meltdowns when mention is made of her breakthrough roles in Cape Fear and Natural Born Killers. In fact, it’s Lewis who brings up the critics that scoffed when she formed her original band, Juliette and the Licks, in 2003 (the same ones who thought they’d been vindicated when Lewis ditched the Licks earlier this year to go solo).

She may finally be able to prove them wrong. Churning out her new album in just a few months after the split, the piano-driven Terra Incognita (made with Omar Rodriguez-Lopez of the Mars Volta producing) might just be the record that earns Lewis a little respect.

When you decided to start pursuing music, did you imagine that this is what your life would look like?
Lewis: I imagined it from the artistic standpoint in the new work that I’ve made. I imagined I would evolve or progress as a songwriter, and get more and more out of my comfort zone. I saw those things as part of my artistic evolution, and it’s sort of like what I am in film — I try not to work from the ego and do things that make you feel uncomfortable, make you do things you’re scared of and really surrender to the moment. But did I ever know I was going to end up in Turkey or Jerusalem at the Wailing Wall, and be like, “Oh, I’m only here because of my rock ’n’ roll dream; I’m not on vacation’? No. I had an intention. You can dream a dream, and then it manifests and you’re like, “Holy shit, this is happening!”

Here’s a little story. When I first started my band five years ago, I was trying to get a manager and booking agent, and to explain to people about how committed I am. They’re so nervous about actors because they think you’re flaky; they think they book a tour for two months and then you go, “Oh sorry, I got a movie. Cancel the tour.” I’m never that! It’s sort of the other way around. Film’s created such a strong work ethic in me that once you have something committed, you honour that... I was telling this manager, “You don’t know how far I wanna go with this. I wanna go all the way to Brazil!” I said Brazil because it seemed like the farthest place I could imagine, and then four years later, there I was on a festival stage playing for 50,000 people, sharing the stage with Björk and the Killers.

All these images are so surreal.
What’s funny to me is that music is more of a cinematic existence than film. Film is a very technical medium, and don’t get me wrong: I’ve been to amazing places and worked with exceptional people, but the medium itself is very tedious. A two-minute scene can take three days. With music, it’s communal, it’s spiritual, it really is the first art medium. You’re dealing with sound, and rain dances, and celebrations, and an asking of the gods — people would bang stones together and chant. I don’t know — it still goes back to the jungle, in a way, for me.

That explains the bull image on the front of your album. Very primal.
I wanted to allow all my contrasts to come through on this record. That means sonically and emotionally, and the whole thing of Terra Incognita is exploring the unknown... Some of the songs, I just broke rules. The initial notes of [the song] “Female Persecution” — that’s my really abstract song, it doesn’t even follow a scale structure. And some of these songs don’t follow conventional song structure. Lyrically and melodically, they’re more exposing, and that’s what I wanted to do. Like, “Okay, it took me five years to really cut my teeth. Now let me get to who I am as a songwriter and really express all the facets, and not just the rock ’n’ roll animal that people know me as.”

Was there a piece of music that made you decide music was something you could do with your life?
There were a couple of turning points. I was always a music lover and tweaker, if you will. [Laughs] Music is the soundtrack to all my heartaches and joys, and I always use music to get into roles and get into the feelings of certain scenes. It’s a visceral ignition, a drumbeat or two chords. But I used to be deathly afraid of crowds, and it comes from when I was young and when I was extremely introverted and got kind of famous, because the last thing you need is extra eyes on you when you go out to get coffee. [Laughs] But I went to a Rolling Stones concert in ’98, and it’s not so simple as that, but I just sort of felt the perspective of the audience, this elation, and I guess it made me less fearful of that, because I was this screaming person saying, “I love you, Mick! I love you, Keith!” Long story short, I started the band with the intention of confronting what I feared, which was to sing and express myself that way.

And it would be so different to perform in front of 50,000 people versus 100 people on a film crew.
Oh, yeah. Movies are a very insular, creative process and it’s really interesting, and I love it, but it’s totally different. I just did a bunch of movies last year; I hadn’t done any in a couple years. And it was so exciting because all the things I love and get frustrated and challenged by come alive. It has everything to do with who you’re working with and the material you’re working with. Film is totally collaborative, and for it to be good, it relies on so many other things.

Juliette Lewis opens for Cat Power and the Pretenders on Wednesday, Aug. 26 at Malkin Bowl in Stanley Park, 5 pm. Tickets $55 from Ticketmaster, Zulu, and Highlife.

Post Grad

My Post Grad review appears in WE this week.

Post Grad


POST GRAD

Starring Alexis Bledel, Michael Keaton, Carol Burnett

Directed by Vicky Jenson

2 stars (out of 5)

Ryden Malby, a perky post-feminism victim with a gender-neutral name, has got her whole life mapped out — up to and including the cushy job she’ll land once her diploma’s in hand. A young woman with an agenda? Can’t have that, and neither can Post Grad, a messy coming-of-age “comedy” that’s as awkward, unfunny, and borderline-degrading as the morning after a frat party.

Gilmore Girls alumna Alexis Bledel is Ryden, possibly the most naïve Type-A personality ever committed to celluloid. Freshly graduated, she signs the lease on an apartment she can’t afford in anticipation of landing her dream job at a top Los Angeles publishing house . Surprise, surprise! Ryden doesn’t get the job, and she’s forced to move back home with her wacky family, including dad (Michael Keaton, mugging like Tim Allen circa Home Improvement) and grandma (Carol Burnett, mining Betty White’s dirty-old-lady territory, but with scary plastic surgery that lends her the air of Sunset Boulevard’s Norma Desmond).

Ryden can’t land a job, so she fills her days exploring a potential romance with the hot, older Brazilian neighbour, and, in the film’s most egregious and infuriating element, driving away Adam (Zach Gilford), the best friend who’s always been in love with her.

Writer Kelly Fremon believes girls just need to be worn down: Even if she’s rejected you repeatedly for four years, fella, just keep up the tender foot rubs in supermarkets and the writing of songs. If that doesn’t work, throw a fit and move to the other side of the country. She’ll realize her life-long pursuit of a dream job was “weird” (in Ryden’s father’s words). She’ll see the error of her ways and, suddenly, know what she wants to do with her life: She’s got a plane to catch.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Fruit Bats

My Fruit Bats piece appears in this week's WE. Mind the short length!
After a hiatus during which he joined the Shins, Eric Johnson (centre) returns with the latest incarnation of Fruit Bats.

After a hiatus during which he joined the Shins, Eric Johnson (centre) returns with the latest incarnation of Fruit Bats.

MUSIC: After a long break, Fruit Bats fly again

Originally just a shy guy hanging out with his four-track in his Chicago home, Eric Johnson freely describes himself as having been “unambitious” before forming his folk-pop group, Fruit Bats. Now, a decade later, he can’t quite believe his accidental good fortune: He’s a full-time member of Portland-based chart-toppers the Shins, and he’s recently resurrected Fruit Bats after a four-year hiatus.

The band’s lengthy journey has been fraught with stops and starts, and Johnson, the de facto leader, has been the sole constant member of the often in-flux group. But, with the release of their fourth album, aptly titled The Ruminant Band, Johnson’s ready to shed his solo style and return to the original concept for Fruit Bats.

“Initially, the concept was that it was going to be a sort of sprawling collective of a bunch of people that were in different bands,” Johnson says. “I even envisioned not being the primary writer. But ultimately, I was the person who put it all together, so when it all came down to it, it was going to be my thing no matter what. But I had more time between the last [album] and this one, and I actually put a band together. In a lot of ways it’s kind of a rebirth, and in a lot of ways I was considering turning it into a new band. It’s kind of a new thing and an old thing, all at the same time.”

The Ruminant Band provides a campfire sing-along’s worth of ’70s-style golden rock, spiked with an alt-country twang. The title track also provided a chance for Johnson to pay tribute to both his newly assembled group and his adopted hometown of Portland.

“We had the brief thought of changing the name from Fruit Bats, and [the Ruminant Band] was one we kicked around,” Johnson says. “Some of the images started to worm their way into the writing, too. It’s basically a song about being in a band, which is the most self-referential thing I’ve ever done. It’s also a little bit a song about Portland, even though I never mention Portland in there. It’s just about me riding my bike along the Willamette River, and there’s tons of homeless encampments, and I would see these interesting hobo-type guys and you would wonder who they were. That’s kind of what that song is, and even the record, in a lot of ways, is a concept record about that: people’s pasts, and where they are now, and playing music.”

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Vancouver Queer Film Fest

My piece on the Vancouver Queer Film Fest is in Xtra West this week.

Queer Film Fest turns 21
By Andrea Warner

Riding high off its 20th anniversary last year, the Vancouver Queer Film Festival (VQFF) — like anyone entering their 20s — is facing plenty of new changes and challenges as it prepares for its 21st year of programming, beginning Aug 13.

QUEERING THE CITY. 'Our trailer will be playing on the screen above Future Shop at Robson and Granville, so that'll be queering things up a little bit,' says Out on Screen executive director Drew Dennis (right) with programming director Amber Dawn.
(Andrea Warner photo)


The VQFF has blossomed since it started as a series of flicks shown in a West End living room. Now it has evolved into an 11-day festival featuring 71 films from all over the world, and bringing together international and local filmmakers, writers, actors and artists.

Probably the most notable change over the last 12 months has been the addition of a new director of programming, replacing the departing Vanessa Kwan. Local performance artist and filmmaker Amber Dawn (Xtra West’s Hero of the Year in 2008) has stepped into the role.

“It’s feeling very much like a natural progression [to take on this role],” Dawn says. “I also have a not-for-profit background, mainly in sexual health in the gay community. I have that go-go-go, make-a-lot-happen-on-really-humble-resources-and-budget background,” she elaborates.

“I’ve been in the queer underground arts community for a long time. And it’s great, when I love a film or a book, I always try to recommend it to all my friends, and now I feel like I can recommend it to 300 friends, ‘cause that’s the capacity of the theatre,” she adds.

Under Dawn’s direction, this year’s festival has created two unique programming tracks for some of the featured films. One — Asian Voices — brings together queer Asian directors. The other, Focus on Hope, highlights documentaries about queer champions who inspire the community.

Additionally, a Speakers’ Cabana with local filmmaker Gwen Haworth (She’s A Boy I Knew) invites attendees to share their personal narratives with Haworth, which will then be screened randomly before films and put online in full. The festival will also feature performance art that promises to push lots of boundaries.

“I come from a performance background and having live performance happen within the festival is great,” Dawn says. “We’ve commissioned a collaboration, a sort of artistic mashup or learning exchange, if you will. We’ve brought together a Chinese shadow box puppeteer and burlesque dancer and just told them to make something together, which is turning out to be a narrative of a young woman’s wet dream.”

Moreover, the festival is further expanding its youth-accessible programming, featuring several films for those who are under 18. “We’re at 22 films this year, and were at 16 last year,” festival executive director Drew Dennis points out.

“We’re also having a special youth gala, a collaboration with Pride in Art.”

With audience surveys proving that the age range is now skewing younger (it used to be that most attendees were in their late 30s), it’s an important direction for the festival’s continued growth, particularly in the face of a global economic crunch that’s hurt most not-for-profits.

“It’s definitely been a challenging year for anybody within the non-profit sector, or any sector for that matter,” Dennis acknowledges. “Mostly, it’s the uncertainty of the economy that makes it difficult to plan with confidence. So far we’ve been very fortunate,” Dennis notes.

“We have a strong community of giving behind us, both with individual donors and corporate sponsors. We’ve had a small drop in sponsorships, but we’ve brought in new ones, so I think we’re weathering [the economic storm],” Dennis says.

“The one piece of funding we know will impact us is the BC Arts Council. The province cut their funding by half, so we’re probably looking at about a $10,000 drop for 2010,” Dennis reveals.

But the numbers are on the VQFF’s side. Attendance has gone up 53 percent over the last three years, and this year’s programming will find the festival taking up residency at Granville 7 theatre for six full days, almost doubling the seating capacity for many films.

“I think it’ll be exciting to bring some more queer activity to Granville St,” Dennis says. “Our trailer will be playing on the screen above Future Shop at Robson and Granville, so that’ll be queering things up a little bit.”

In a year that’s seen an apparent increase in gaybashings and attacks on the queer community, the festival’s message of hope, inspiration and tolerance couldn’t be more relevant.

Friday, August 14, 2009

The Road to Canterbury

My review for The Road to Canterbury. Check it out at Queen Elizabeth Park.

THE ROAD TO CANTERBURY

By Andrea Warner

To Aug. 21 at Queen Elizabeth Park (33rd & Cambie), 7 pm (meet at the Bloedel Conservatory). Tickets $10-$17 from 604-221-6604.

Turning public spaces into theatres is one of the things the Itsazoo folks do best. Last year’s Grimm Tales took audiences over the hills and dales of Queen Elizabeth Park, satirizing the familiar (and often disturbing) fairy tales of our childhood. This year, they return to the same stomping grounds as Itsazoo’s resident playwright Sebastien Archibald tackles Geoffrey Chaucer’s sprawling English-lit epic and high-school staple, The Canterbury Tales. Re-imagining five of its most famous characters, including the Knight and the Lady of Bath, The Road to Canterbury cleverly incorporates contemporary pop songs and moments of brash humour, all the while making each story a broad social commentary on how fucked up life is.

The cast is up to — and seemingly eager for — the challenge of bearing the worldly burden Archibald has set out for them to carry. In this make-believe universe, the audience follows the Host (a thoroughly charming and inexhaustible Peter Carlone), as he leads the audience through the park like members of a Chaucerian tour group, pointing out landmarks of interest and areas allegedly graced by Chaucer himself. Five other actors are planted among the tourists, and are selected to compete in a Chaucer-inspired tale-telling contest. The Preacher (Colby Wilson), the Teacher (Katie Takefman), the Dowager (Ella Simon), the Mercenary (Jason Moldowan, boasting a beautiful voice), and the Bohemian (Amitai Mormorstein) each get their turns spinning yarns that reference everything from the economic crisis to body-image obsession to racial profiling. Each actor is responsible for playing numerous characters in every remarkable, refreshing, wholly immersive vignette.

The stories range from black humour to bleak, with a finale that’s thoroughly jarring. One of the city’s best young playwrights, Archibald’s voice is a welcome throwback to rabble rousers like Bertold Brecht — though perhaps not quite as nuanced yet. He’s spent the last year echoing the social discontent of the masses (as with his corporate satire, Death of a Clown), but his work never feels like it’s trumpeting the death knell of civilization. Even Canterbury’s final scene, set to a reworded Bob Dylan classic, “The Times They Are Not Changing,” feels like a call to action.

And, since the show ends at the bottom of the Queen Elizabeth Mountain, righteous indignation is welcome fuel for the hike back uphill.

Rent review

My review of Fighting Chance's Rent.

Jacqueline Breakwell as performance artist Maureen in Fighting Chance Productions’ staging of Rent.

Jacqueline Breakwell as performance artist Maureen in Fighting Chance Productions’ staging of Rent.

Credit: supplied

RENT
By Andrea Warner

To Aug. 30 at Presentation House Theatre, 8 pm (Tues-Sat). Sundays, 7 pm. Matinees: Sat, 2 pm; Sun, 1:30 pm. Tickets $25-$30 from PHTheatre.org or 604-990-3474

It’s every urban snob’s belief that New York City is 20 years ahead of most North American metropolises, but never has that felt more true than in Fighting Chance Productions’ invigorating and lively staging of this Tony Award-winning Broadway rock musical.

Based on La Puccinni’s La Boheme, Rent was Jonathan Larson’s ode to the disenfranchised artists who populated New York’s late ’80s- and early ’90s-era Lower East Side. Tackling AIDS, homosexuality, poverty, drugs, art, and friendship, Rent, when it debuted in 1995, would go on to define the impassioned idealism and messy reality of minorities, from all walks of life, rising up against the systematic ruling class.

Rent opens on Christmas eve, with Roger (Craig DeCarlo), a recovering addict and musician, and Mark (Anton Lipovetsky), a nerdy filmmaker, living in a rundown apartment owned by their former friend, Benny (Kholby Wardell), who’s become a money-grubbing sellout after marrying rich. Collins (Nick Fontaine), an old friend, returns to town after being fired by MIT, and meets Angel (Cesar Erba), a cross-dressing busker. Mark’s ex-girlfriend, Maureen (Jacqueline Breakwell), a performance artist, has left him for Joanne (a powerful Jenn Suratos), a lawyer, and is protesting Benny’s plans to build a cyber arts centre on a vacant lot that’s become home to a tent city for homeless people. When Roger meets next-door neighbour Mimi (Christine Quintana), an exotic dancer and addict, sparks fly, and the whole group forms a little family — albeit a fragile one — that must face AIDS, jealousy, drug addiction, and eviction.

Long-time Rent fans (known as “Rent-heads”) used to a multi-racial production will require a few minutes of adjustment when faced with the mostly Caucasian cast, and the choreography often comes off as unnatural rather than fluid. Any concerns are soon cast aside by the group’s vocals, so impressive they practically shake the walls right off the tiny Presentation House Theatre. Some technical issues mar the sound quality, but the actors imbue every lyric with enough intensity and passion to make even diehards rediscover new meaning in old favourites (particularly in the titular opening number).

With a global economic recession, the Olympics just six months away, and many Vancouverites entrenched in their own quandary of how to pay the damn rent, this joyous production could not be more timely.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Education: Self Employment

My cover story for this week's WE on government-funded self-employment programs.
Pauline Siu launched her own clothing label, flora&fauna;,after graduating from BCIT’s BEST program.

Pauline Siu launched her own clothing label, flora&fauna, after graduating from BCIT’s BEST program.

Credit: Doug Shanks

EDUCATION: Self help
By Andrea Warner

A few months ago, Vancouver’s Pauline Siu celebrated the first anniversary of her small business, an ethical and eco-friendly clothing label called flora&fauna;. In the midst of an economic downturn so fierce that B.C.’s unemployment rate has almost doubled in the past year (119,000 in July 2008; 200,000 in July 2009), Siu’s success is noteworthy — even more so given that she doesn’t have an MBA and, by her own admission, had no real business acumen when she started. Instead, Siu is a graduate of one of the government-funded self-employment programs that are now churning out some of the province’s best entrepreneurs.

With tuition fees proving prohibitive for many Vancouverites (particularly those queuing up to receive EI benefits), intensive self-employment programs offered by institutions including BCIT, Douglas College, and S.U.C.C.E.S.S. are an attractive — and lucrative — alternative. Most of the programs boast a 90-per-cent success rate, meaning graduates sustain their businesses through that first crucial year.

“I’d been wanting to start flora&fauna;for a couple of years, and I’d been working in the fashion industry, but I knew nothing about business,” Siu says. “Before I found out about the BEST [BCIT Entrepreneurial Skills Training] program, I was considering going back to school for a bachelor’s in business, but I’d already spent so much time in school. When I found out about the program, I was so relieved, because it meant I was getting what I need to know for a small business, whereas the university program would be about big business.”

A typical government-funded self-employment program offers 12 weeks in the classroom and 40 weeks of real-world learning, with advisors helping to guide students through the process. Funding conditions mean that applicants must meet specific criteria (i.e., having an active EI claim, or having received EI within the last 36 months, or having received a maternity/parental claim in the last 60 months) to qualify for the program. Paid versions of these programs, such as BCIT’s Venture program, are also available to applicants who don’t meet such requirements.

Most applicants vying for a seat are simply following a growing trend, as indicated in a July report from Statistics Canada on labour force conditions. From July 2008 to July 2009, the self-employment sector was B.C.’s sole area of growth, increasing six per cent (about 28,500 people). Siu and her 16 peers in the BEST program were among those who made the leap.

Although the application process for a self-employment programs is intense, Siu credits it with “getting the ball rolling,” and helping her to “think like a business person.” A business plan must be submitted for review, and applicants have to agree to participate in numerous interviews. The information is then scrutinized by a committee that determines one’s eligibility. The daunting process helps prepare prospective students for the seriousness of starting one’s own business.

Melanie Burke, owner of Gastown salon Burke & Hair, graduated from the self-employment program at Douglas College more than four years ago, and credits the program with helping her business to thrive.“I probably could not have successfully opened my business and stayed open without that program,” she says. “I took it because I needed to know how to run a business aside from doing hair — that part I knew really well, but I didn’t know how to set up my inventory or do my taxes, and the program offered a lot of insight into how to do that. They had experts in the field who came in and talked about how to do specific things. I don’t know how anyone opens a business without taking a program like that!”

“It eliminates your chances of making those huge mistakes,” Siu says. “All of your classmates are thinking, or trying to learn to think, in a business way, so just to bounce ideas off of them [is important]. We still meet every month; there are 17 of us who are still doing the businesses they planned on doing. I mean, no one’s raking it in, but being able to sustain yourself like that is amazing.”

Ironically, though, the program Siu credits with helping her launch her business is currently on hiatus. According to Ken Takeuchi, business advisor to BCIT’s Venture program, BEST fell victim to government consolidation and bureaucracy last year. “It’s something that slipped through the cracks,” he says. “Basically, at the end of last year, all contracts for self-employment programs were under review. Service Canada, who was the partner in the program at that time, felt that there were more programs out there than there was demand for. Vancouver had five, and they dropped it to three. The Burnaby/New West area dropped from two to one.”

It was the tiniest of cracks that BEST fell through. Its staff submitted all the required paperwork, thinking it would be a “rubber-stamp kind of thing,” but failed to submit one spreadsheet in quadruplicate. Thus, the program was disqualified from the bid process, despite its long history of success: 10 years, 700 graduates, and more than 70 per cent of its graduates continuing to operate their own business. Now, a year after the decision to cut programs due to the booming economy, the unemployment rate has almost doubled, increasing the demand for the programs.

“In hindsight I’m sure they’re kicking themselves for it,” Takeuchi says. “We were pretty upset, and felt the system lost a really strong program. Hopefully, looking ahead, they have to maintain an adequate service level. Let’s face it: As much as this downward trend came very suddenly, there are economic cycles to be aware of.”

Loretta Hands, program assistant for S.U.C.C.E.S.S.’s self-employment program, which helps landed immigrants and other qualified applicants, says the number of e-mail and telephone inquiries she’s received since November, 2008 have doubled. This past June (“Traditionally a slow time,” she says ), the program received 36 applications for 16 seats. Web traffic for the site has increased 27 per cent over the last three months.

As for cuts to the program, Hands says S.U.C.C.E.S.S. has actually received increased funding to expand the number of intakes through 2011 (five per year, versus four in 2008), but she admits that the workload for staff has doubled.

Mari-Lou Shoukar, marketing manager for Douglas College’s two self-employment programs, has also noted a spike in interest. “The information sessions are full all the time,” she says. “We hold seven sessions per program, per month, and it’s easily been double to triple the number of attendees.”

With a set capacity, and no foreseeable room for growth until self-employment-program contracts come up for renewal again in 2010, the government appears to be attempting to tackle the unemployment problem from a different angle, and BCIT is determined to provide a solution through a proposed business-skills training program.“Because of the unemployment rate, there was a call for proposals to have people upgrade and find better employment for themselves,” Takeuchi says. “Not so much to start their own business, but to learn a lot of the business skills to help them be better employees.”

As Siu prepares for flora&fauna’s second year of business (at the time of our interview, she was choosing between two different models for a photo shoot), she’s taking comfort in having met other graduates of similar self-employment programs — in plenty of surprising places.

“Right now I only work with other local small businesses, because that’s the scale that I’m at, and it’s what I want to support,” Siu says. “I just found out that my screen-printer went through the program seven years ago, and a number of other independent local designers have gone through similar programs as well, and they’re all still in business several years later. You never think that, like, ‘It’s just me who’s gone through this.’ It’s a nice thing to see.”

Monday, August 3, 2009

Funny People


My review of Funny People is online at WestEnder.com

Adam Sandler and Seth Rogen in

Adam Sandler and Seth Rogen in "Funny People"

FUNNY PEOPLE
Starring Adam Sandler, Seth Rogen
Directed by Judd Apatow
3 stars (out of 5)

By Andrea Warner

Director Judd Apatow, creator of the brilliant but short-lived TV show Freaks and Geeks, can take full credit — for better or for worse — for the recent reinvention of the R-rated comedy. The 40 Year Old Virgin and Knocked Up were box-office hits, the latter making a star out of Seth Rogen (also from Freaks and Geeks). Look closely at Pineapple Express, Superbad, Forgetting Sarah Marshall — you’ll see his producer credit tacked on to these exemplifiers of the guy-friendly, dick-joke-heavy smashes that have taken over during the last five years.

In Funny People, his third directorial effort, Apatow digs a little deeper. George Simmons (Adam Sandler) is a middle-aged former stand-up comedian who’s become rich and famous making crappy, family-friendly Hollywood blockbusters. Ira Wright (Seth Rogen) is an up-and-coming comedian who sleeps on the couch of his more successful friends (Jason Schwartzman, Jonah Hill) and works at a deli. George is ill and reevaluating his life, leading him back to his roots in stand-up. He asks Ira to write him some jokes, and the bromance begins.

But then, halfway through the film, Apatow’s real-life family shows up, and Funny People takes a sharp left turn — and it just can’t nail the landing. Leslie Mann (Apatow’s wife) plays Laura, the girl George drove away 12 years ago. She’s now a mom to two adorable girls (Mann and Apatow’s own children), and a wife to a philandering Aussie, played with spunk by Eric Bana. It’s not a bad plot development, but it jarringly moves the action away from the film’s core for about half an hour, and never manages to feel integrated.

Funny People’s saving grace is that it’s chock full of genuinely funny people, feeling like a neat behind-the-scenes glimpse of the comedy world. And the cameos are pure catnip for stand-up fans, with everyone from Norm MacDonald to Sarah Silverman popping up. Even folk-rock legend James Taylor gets in a laugh, and a random bit between Eminem and Ray Romano brings new respect for both.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Quintron and Miss Pussycat

My interview with eccentric New Orleans electronic organ and puppeteer duo, Quintron and Miss Pussycat.

Quintron and Miss Pussycat.

Quintron and Miss Pussycat.


By Andrea Warner

Pop music is no stranger to curious duos — Sonny & Cher, Captain & Tennille, and Wham! come to mind — but few can match the oddness of the organ-driven, dance-happy, puppet-pioneering indie-swamp-rock pair, Quintron & Miss Pussycat.

Their monikers sound like the names of characters in a twisted fairytale — which, as it turns out, isn’t far off the mark. Quintron is the mad inventor who spends his time wielding soldering irons in his underground lair, crafting futuristic musical instruments like his famous Drum Buddy (more on that later). Miss Pussycat, his wife and collaborator, is a chipper puppeteer who thrives in a world of make-believe, the kind of woman who says in complete earnestness when one phones for an interview, “Hold on, I have to go through the trapdoor to get Quintron for you.” Come one, come all to the circus of the Spellcaster Lodge, otherwise known as Quintron and Miss Pussycat’s home (and secret nightclub), nestled defiantly in New Orleans’ 9th Ward.

The couple are about to embark on a cross-continent tour in support of their new album, Too Thirsty 4 Love, a mixed bag of dizzying, booty-scootin’ indie-rock that mixes elements of punk, techno, pop, and funk. Quintron, who’s cultivated a reputation for being infamously facetious with media (he once did an interview from a wheelchair, claiming he’d been injured in a fall from a roller coaster at an amusement park), is currently hard at work repairing the damage done to his invention, the Drum Buddy, on a recent flight.

“We just went to play [the Sled Island festival] in Calgary, and good ol’ United Airlines destroyed my Drum Buddy,” he says, by way of explaining why he’s holding a soldering iron in one hand and the phone in the other. “I invented and built it, and it’s very rare and precious, and United Airlines played basketball with it, so I’m having to rebuild the entire thing before this tour.”

The Drum Buddy is almost more legendary than the puppet shows that kick-off the duo’s gigs, and Quintron sounds like a proud papa/total nerd while describing his creation. “It’s a light-activated analog synth,” he says. “It kind of has some of the same design elements that a battle DJ mixer would have, like for really, really playing vinyl as an instrument. But instead of a rotating record, it’s a rotating can, and as the holes emit light into the receptors, it charges and discharges these oscillators. It’s also sort of akin to an old-fashioned music box.”

Though he offhandedly attributes his love of music to autism (he had a “compulsive need to rock back and forth and hum”), Quintron’s sound is deeply rooted in the eccentric vibe and rich history of New Orleans, a place that he’s grateful to call home.

“When you’re entrenched in some place, you get things done faster,” he says. “I know where everything is, I know everyone. It’s kind of a good-ol’-boy town, and I’m a good ol’ boy, and that fuckin’ sucks, but it sure makes life a whole lot easier when you’re one of ’em.”

Quintron credits that phenomena with keeping life a little bit simpler; knowing the courthouse clerk will help one bypass the queue, or avoid getting taken for big bucks trying to get the car fixed. New Orleans has been Quintron and Miss Pussycat’s home for a number of years, and the pair’s Spellcaster Lodge was among the casualties of the devastation wrought by Hurricane Katrina in 2005, but has since been resurrected. Quintron’s voice takes on a weary tone as he bluntly states he’s “sick of New Orleans being defined by this one tragedy.”

“New Orleans has recovered remarkably well, given the degree of destruction,” he says. “There are areas that have not come back, and that’s really tragic. But, all in all, the parts that are doing good are doing really, really, well. New Orleans grew more than any other American city [in the last census year], so people are moving here and things are happening. That said, it’s still totally fucked up and crazy and lawless and falling apart, and there are still hurricanes and termites that eat your house, and I think we’re also the murder capital again this year — good for us, hurrah, hurrah. So there’s all those things. You gotta be faced with death to love life as much as New Orleans people love life, I guess.”

Quintron & Miss Pussycat play Saturday, Aug. 1 at the Media Club (695 Cambie), 7 pm. Tickets $15 from Ticketmaster, Zulu, and Red Cat.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Summer Theatre picks

WE's theatre highlights for the scorching summer

An orgy of risqué delights awaits late-summer theatregoers, like Shine: A Burlesque Musical (pictured), opening later this month.

An orgy of risqué delights awaits late-summer theatregoers, like Shine: A Burlesque Musical (pictured), opening later this month.

STAGE: Vancouver theatre’s long, hot summer

A gay old time awaits at the city’s crazy, sexy, cool

For most Vancouverites, Bard on the Beach is usually summer’s hot theatre ticket — and it is. But there’s also a frenzy of both fresh and familiar faces under the spotlights on other, more intimate stages. From brash burlesque to two takes on Macbeth, here we call your attention to some of the city’s most brazen theatre treats. And, we’ve included some Pride-ful picks — like the Broadway smash musical Rent, an ode to Edith Piaf, and some Human Remains — to help put a little more gay in your day.

SPRING AWAKENING

It’s all in the name, really. Jonathan Franzen’s translation of the taboo 1906 German play tackles sexual repression among an insatiable group of teens who pay the ultimate price for their religious upbringings. Originally labeled “obscene” and “shocking,” Spring Awakening still quakes with relevance in society’s abstinence-focused approach to young people fucking. (Please note: This is not the Duncan Sheik and Steven Sater musical.) To Aug. 1 at Havana Theatre (1212 Commercial),

7 pm (Wed-Sat). $12-$15 at the door.

PIAF: LOVE CONQUERS ALL

Edith Piaf’s tragic life (highlights of which include childhood abandonment, busking on the streets of Paris, and eventual success that was tragically derailed by drug abuse and abusive men) places her firmly in the canon of 20th-century divas. This critically acclaimed one-woman touring show stars the incomparable Naomi Emmerson, whose portrayal of La môme (the Kid, as Piaf was called) has garnered rave reviews around the world. To Aug. 2 at Firehall Arts Centre (208 E. Cordova), 8 pm. Matinees: Sat and Sun, 2 p.m. Tickets $32-$40 from 604-689-0926.

RENT

The musical that immortalized just how many minutes there are in a year (525,600, to be exact) launches its first-ever Canadian regional production. Jonathan Larson’s rocking reinvention of Puccini’s La bohème is populated with heroin addicts, AIDS victims, performance artists, drag queens, and slackers galore, all surviving on New York’s Lower East Side in the early ’90s. Aug. 4-23 at Presentation House (333 Chesterfield Avenue, North Vancouver), 8 pm (Tues- Sat). Matinees: Sat. 2 pm. Tickets $25-$30 from 604-990-3474 or PHTheatre.org

MACBETH

The teens from Carousel Theatre’s Summer Shakespeare Program sink their teeth into the Bard’s meaty tale of betrayal, guilt, and madness. (The Goth spin and “guyliner” hint at a somewhat more mature approach than in previous summers.) For its part, Theatre Conspiracy offers up a brilliantly macabre interpretation of the “Scottish Play,” with the aptly named Graveside Macbeth, one night only in Mountainview Cemetery.

Carousel Theatre’s Teen Shakespeare Macbeth runs July 31- Aug. 15 outside Performance Works on Granville Island. Free admission. Theatre Conspiracy’s Graveside Macbeth runs Aug. 6 at Mountainview Cemetery. Free admission. Reservations from 604-878-8668 or Conspiracy.ca.

THE ROAD TO CANTERBURY

In last summer’s smash hit, Grimm Tales, the Itsazoo Theatre folks gave classic fairy tales a brisk frisking and a satirical bite. What better way to follow up than taking on that great canon of crazy, Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales? The interactive element — it’s a walking play through Queen Elizabeth Park — guarantees bewildered looks from passers-by, particularly when the cast tackles literature’s favourite loose woman, the Lady of Bath. Aug. 7-21 at Queen Elizabeth Park (3030 Cambie); meet at the Blodel Conservatory,

7 pm. Matinees: Sat., 2 pm. Tickets $10-$17 from 604-221-6604 and ItsAZoo.org.

SHINE: A BURLESQUE MUSICAL

When Vancouver’s gay-, kink-, and sex-positive musical duo, the Wet Spots, teams up with the theatrical burlesque impresarios of Screaming Chicken Theatre Society, the results are bound to be titillating at the very least. This bawdy original musical follows a band of talented misfits trying to save their beloved burlesque theatre from demolition — or, worse, respectability. Aug. 12-22 at Waterfront Theatre (1412 Cartwright, Granville Island), 8 pm (Wed-Sat). Tickets $25 from 800-838-3006 and ShineMusical.com.

THOROUGHLY MODERN MILLIE

Originally created in 1967 as a feminist middle finger to the staid social constraints of the early 1960s, Millie harkens back to the first time women could have it all: the Roaring Twenties. The titular heroine is torn between two loves, her desire for a career, and her independence. But really, she’s just gotta dance. To Aug. 22 at Malkin Bowl in Stanley Park, 8 pm. $32-$39 from 604-684-2787 or TicketsTonight.ca.

UNIDENTIFIED HUMAN REMAINS AND THE TRUE NATURE OF LOVE

Penned in the late ’80s by then-enfant terrible of the Canadian theatre, Brad Fraser, this lascivious thriller features a pansexual cast, a psychic prostitute, and a serial killer. It’s like Season One of Friends, only dirty. Real dirty. Aug. 25-Sept. 6 at PTC Studio (1398 Cartwright, Granville Island), 8 pm. Tickets $16-$22 from 604-684-2787 and TicketsTonight.ca. 

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Maxwell preview

For reasons unbeknownst, even to me, I decided to knock Usher down a few pegs whilst writing this Maxwell preview for Charleston City Paper.

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Staff Pick: Maxwell

By Andrea Warner

Just ’cause he’s credited with helping launch the neo-soul R&B stylings that brought the falsetto back doesn’t mean Maxwell is all that comfortable in the spotlight. In fact, the Brooklyn-born 36-year-old’s been off the grid since the release of his third album Now in 2001, seemingly enjoying a self-imposed exile as mysterious as the man himself.

Following Now, Maxwell was poised to lead easy-listeners to smooth-groove bliss. His sexy songs likely paved the way for plenty of late-night booty calls, and yet his earnest odes to monogamy and treating a woman right kept Maxwell teenage girl-friendly and mom-approved, much like a certain singer named Usher, barely a blip on radio’s radar back then, who was chasing Maxwell’s register all over town. Back then, Usher was just a kid who hoped puberty wouldn’t touch his high notes, but after Maxwell vanished from the public eye, he nabbed the neo-soul crown.

But, on the cusp of a new decade, where everything 1996 is apparently new again, Maxwell’s back, with the first of a three-part trilogy. Black Summers’ Night pops with vocal tricks of all types: whispers, growls, upper octave ascensions into space. To Maxwell’s credit, his MO hasn’t changed: when he pens a song called “Pretty Wings,” it’s a sure bet that the song will be genuinely pretty, and the ridiculously limber falsettos will literally call to mind a bird flying up into the sky.

And it’s obvious that the man’s been missed: Black Summers’ Night debuted at number one on the Billboard Top 200, and “Pretty Wings” has already received over four million plays on his MySpace page. Usher doesn’t even need to step aside. He’s already been dethroned. —Andrea Warner