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#CdnCult Times; Volume 3, Edition 5

Welcome to an issue of #CdnCult Times that deals primarily in images.

Maybe a year ago I was in a Twitter conversation about the benefits of Twitter vs Facebook. I felt I had nailed my case for the primacy of Twitter when I stated (this was before Twitter embedded images in tweets) that Facebook was more about images and Twitter was more about ideas. I preferred ideas.

To which Buddies in Bad Times Artistic Director Brendan Healy replied (and I’m paraphrasing here), ” Why are images not also ideas?” Touché. Especially coming from another director. So, here’s an entire issue about Canadian performance with ideas communicated through imagery. Please feel free to respond in written or imagistic form as they are both legit ways to discuss ideas.

Michael Wheeler
Editor-in-Chief: #CdnCult Times

TO 2 LA

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Actresses Melissa Hood and Kimberly-Sue Murray recently spent five days on the road, taking photos from Toronto, ON to Los Angeles, CA, stopping overnight in Chicago, IL, Omaha, NE, Glenwood Springs, CO, and Zion National Park, UT, before passing through Las Vegas and landing in the City of Angels.

Highlights of this adventure included: dodging a tornado in Nebraska, staying overnight at the historical Hotel Colorado, soaking in a giant hot springs pool in the rocky mountains, camping in the high desert in Utah, and hiking the infamous “Narrows” in Zion National Park.

Photos by Melissa Hood and Kimberly-Sue Murray

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Unmediated Creativity

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VIRTUAL BAR BUDDIES, INTERACTIVE INSTALLATION AT KAFFE 1870, WAKEFIELD QC (Photo: Claude Hudon)

I left Toronto at some point in the late 1990s. I wasn’t moving to a specific location, I essentially didn’t have a place to live, and I went from city to city and couch to couch, wandering for a few years.

I left Toronto because I was lost:  I was too heartbroken over the great friends that died in the 90’s from AIDS, and too shattered by Harris’ cold right-wing government and the clear swing to the right that our culture had taken. I felt like I had to ‘run to the hills’. Art was becoming so fully commercialized by that point too – the market had won and growth was unstoppable.  Little did I know how much worse it could get.

Before I left, I received a grant to do one small show.  I believe it was $6,000 from the Toronto Arts Council.  I had one grant left, one project left to do, and once I did that, I would be gone – likely to never work in a theatre again. I would find a new life entirely and quit this artist thing once and for all.

THE WAC ANGEL. RANDOM BANNER PROJECT (PUTTING UP A SIGN WITH NO REAL MEANING) IN AND AROUND WAKEFIELD. PHOTO BY WAC

The last show I did in Toronto did better than I could have ever imagined – thanks of course to the great collaborators on this project, too many to mention here.  It began to tour to international festivals, so my decision that I would no longer work as an artist was suspended.  But I still didn’t have a place to live.

For a number of reasons, I was drawn to Wakefield, Quebec.  I’m a Quebecer that speaks English extremely well.  Wakefield, Quebec is one of those places where there are others like me, hybrids between two of this country’s founding peoples.  It seems like we understand each other and know how challenging it can be at times to exist with two cultures in your heart, two cultures that don’t always get along.

Wakefield is in the Gatineau Hills, and that’s where I was born. It is very close to Ottawa, so when people ask me if I live in some remote wilderness, that is not quite true. Yes, I grow a lot of my own food and I spend more time in nature then my city friends do, but I’m still very close to a major city.

As with everything, there are pros and cons to my decision to work out of a village instead of a city.  Certainly, as an artist, there is far less funding here than in Toronto, especially for an Anglo artist in Quebec. Municipally, they are not interested in funding art; they are interested in bigger events, things that will bring in tourist dollars.  Artistically, it’s hard to meet people in a village who are as dedicated to the kind of art form that you love, and as willing as you are to sacrifice for it.  The people in Wakefield have many, varied passions that they dedicate their lives to. That being said, I do meet those kinds of people in Ottawa.   The culture and entertainment choices, although great for a village of Wakefield’s size, are nowhere near as diverse as in the bigger centers.

The pros are many too:  I have the opportunity to develop different kinds of working relationships here, to work with artists from completely different mediums because we feel like it, and I have the chance to be inspired by nature, because it’s all around me.  I also have the chance to support the next generation of Ottawa artists, by bringing on Sarah Conn, an Ottawa native, into the company and charging her with not only developing her own work, but also to help develop different kinds of opportunities for Ottawa artists (like subDevision, a project she and a number of other Ottawa artists have created to help support the development of new work and to build up their community).

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EARLE’S HALL LIVE, (XMAS EDITION) – Wakefield, Quebec’s one and only live tv show (photo by WAC)

One of the main reasons why I am here is because I get to do projects that would be unimaginable in a bigger city center: projects that I make with the locals, where we all work together to create something wild, fun and free.  And it’s in those moments of unmediated creativity and fun, where my ideas for STO Union get formed, ideas which turn into projects that I am lucky enough to bring to audiences in Canada and abroad.

So, yes, I moved here because this is where I get my inspiration and it’s also where I am from, and that is likely the simplest reason why I am here.  As an artist, when you know where you are from, it frees you in so many ways.  It allows me to see the world in a clearer fashion:  I get to know my limitations and biases, and I get to know my strengths.  This region taught me those things, and it inspires me to make art out of them.

When I was apprenticing with Manfred Karge at Vienna’s Burghteater, in the early 1990s, he said two things that kind of seared my young mind:

  1. Don’t be afraid of not knowing what to do
  2. Know where you are from

It was like a riddle to me, something that I kept thinking about for years.   I think it was good advice.

Nadia Ross is the Artistic Director for STO Union, an independent theatre company that specializes in new performance creations for local, national and international audiences.

Saturday Night Lights

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Backyard in KW

“Now why would you want to go and do that?”

–  Most common response given whenever I would mention plans to move from Toronto to Kitchener

For close to two decades I thought Toronto was the centre of the universe. As a teenager growing up in the small and somewhat repressed city of Kitchener, I couldn’t wait to escape to the fantastic bohemian freedom of Toronto. I finally moved to the Big Smoke the summer of my twentieth year. Futures Bakery in the Annex served as kind of a creative hub for my friends and me. Plays were written, dreams were shared, and plans were made, fueled by endless cups of passable coffee and cheap all-day breakfasts.

I cut my teeth as a performer at the Toronto Fringe and SummerWorks Festivals. My friends made it to the cover of NOW Magazine, respected artists and agents were coming to our shows, and I was even deemed an “artist to watch” by a critic from EYE Weekly. All before we had even graduated theatre school. The world was clearly ours. Even after graduating I was still booking gigs. The only perceived problem was none of them were in Toronto. I loved the work I was doing with companies like 4th Line Theatre in Millbrook ON and Theatre & Co. in Kitchener but my girlfriend, my stuff, my Futures, were all in Toronto.

I spent more time catering in the city than I did auditioning.  A callback for Canadian Stage’s production of Richard Greenberg’s baseball play, Take Me Out, was the closest I got to cracking the lineup in a Toronto mainstage show. There were some lines and some nudity. I even brought a towel with me in case they needed to see if I was prepared to get naked. It was for the role of the first baseman. I spent my entire life prepping for this part. Baseball was embedded in my DNA. I played for ten years, collected the cards, and memorized random statistics for most of the players during the mid-nineties.

I did a fantastic callback. That’s what everyone in the room told me. Yet I didn’t get the part.  I knew the guy who did. Nice guy. Didn’t know much about baseball from what I remember and had the body type of a middle-infielder. I was devastated. It was the first time I truly, viscerally understood just how many people I was competing against for acting work in Toronto.  How for every one of me there are eight equally talented guys higher up on three or four different lists who will either be brought in or go “straight to offer” before someone remembers my name.

As my twenties turned to thirties I got married, had kids and grew tired of not having any control over my career. So I switched gears. Went into arts administration to learn how to balance books, fundraise, talk to a board of directors and market theatre in a world where people would rather stay home and watch Netflix.  After close to seven years of working for Factory Theatre, the Company Theatre and now Necessary Angel I’ve built an extensive understanding of producing and managing a theatre organization. I’ve learned from some of the best. Met some incredible people. Made some terribly difficult decisions, including leaving Toronto.

Growing tired of paying exorbitant rental fees – tapping out at $2400 a month – while watching the place shrink as our kids got bigger, my wife and I decided to buy a house with a backyard. We fixed our budget and set to find a place in Toronto. After an hour of looking on-line we realized if we wanted real estate we would have to leave. That or buy something, tear down the building and live off the land in a tent until we could afford to build a new home. Instead of emulating Survivorman we decided to buy a fully detached century home, seven minutes away from the downtown core in Kitchener.

Yes, that same Kitchener I fled seventeen years ago. That same city my wife swore she would never move to. That same city that now boasts a CBC station and regular commuter service via the GO Train. The success of Blackberry injected millions of dollars into the Region of Waterloo. The aesthetic of the landscape is changing. Young families are moving here for work in the tech sector with one of the hundreds of start-up companies or more established institutions such as Google and EB Games. Suddenly fancy burger joints, cool clothing stores, and cafés are popping up throughout the area. We even have a whiskey and espresso bar.

Our neighborhood is populated with interesting people. We actually just went to a wedding for one of our neighbours. In seventeen years of living in Toronto we knew maybe ten of our neighbours.

I commute three days a week to Toronto to our office at 401 Richmond and work remotely the other two days. It works. I really enjoy the people I work with and the projects we produce are pretty fantastic. But I went into the administrative side so I could eventually strengthen my impact as an artist. I never dreamed of being the General Manager of an institution. As such, I believe Necessary Angel will be my final stop on that part of the journey. NextI plan to take everything I’ve learned from my time in Toronto and apply it to the arts community in Kitchener.

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Moro and Jasp

My wife and I recently launched a new arts organization called green light arts. Our first project was presenting our friends Amy Lee and Heather Marie Annis and their clown show Morro and Jasp: Go Bake Yourself. We rented the kitchen at the downtown farmer’s market and presented two shows on a Saturday in May. (They get over a thousand people there any given Saturday.) We learned those who go to the Market are uniquely focused on the task at hand and are not terribly interested in anything outside finding a deal on a leg of lamb or a bushel of apples. That and we had to explain on more than five occasions that no one was going to get a pie in the face.

So, ya, we have our work cut out for us. But it is an exciting challenge.  And we have a house we can afford.

Sometimes it seems Toronto is almost too big and offers too many choices. I feel we’re all working too hard to push the boulder up the hill. Instead of moving it, we just end up digging a hole beneath our feet and collapsing, burning out much too soon. In order to succeed, we end up perverting something about ourselves in such a way that makes it difficult to connect with the general public in an honest humane way. Instead they become, for us, a monoculture of consumers. I want to personally know who my audience is. I want to have conversations with them, share stories with them, and hopefully create something cool we all want to be a part of.

So now my question is this: With quality affordable housing, cool things to do, and the space and time to get to know your neighbours here in Kitchener, why would you want to stay in Toronto?

Hitting the Small Time or Living The Dream

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My career trajectory looked good.  A BFA in theatre, three years at the National Theatre School, then the stint doing children’s theatre and then crazy, fantastic, alternative theatre in back alleys and bars.  I had just started to get more high profile jobs, a big musical at the downtown theatre, a show with a critically acclaimed collaborative ensemble.

Everything was pointing to a successful career as a theatre artist, an Actor with capitol A…so what was I doing this past Friday night, May 29, at the ripe age of 41?: Changing into my costume in the basement of an art gallery cum café in Invermere, a tiny town deep in the interior of BC, while a mere 15 patrons awaited the start of my show.  How did I get here?

Why This, Why Now?

The reason I willingly abandoned a successful acting career in 2006 and moved to Nelson, BC was for children. When my wife got pregnant, my vague plan to move to Vancouver to pursue theatre, TV and film work was kyboshed in favor of heading back to the homeland to start a family. I grew up in Nelson and knew that if I ever had children of my own I would want to raise them there. Fortunately, my wife also grew up there and we knew we had a support network for when the babies started arriving. Nelson is a rare small town in that it has the requisite natural splendor, but it also has a high level of cultural activity, plus an artistically savvy population that will attend and appreciate an absurdist, neo-Vaudeville act without question.

How To Achieve Success in Theatre Outside of the Bustle? or How I Hit the Small Time.

None of this could have been possible without the infinite patience and support of my wife. A performer in her own right, she accepted her fate being married to a theatre addict and has continued to amaze me with what she allows me to get away with. Years earlier, I had performed a couple of one man shows in Nelson (she came to see one, it’s how we met) and they had proved successful, so when we bought a house and a car and started to settle in, I thought that I would be able to make it work.

I did two major theatre gigs in Calgary and Victoria when Frances, our first daughter, was young, but spending two months away while she was busily turning into a person was too wrenching and I decided that I had to become a self-sufficient theatre entrepreneur so I could see my children grow up.  In retrospect, I feel like this should have been terrifying, but something about the implacable reality of having to support a family inspired me to just get on with it. I started a theatre company, Pilotcopilot Theatre, and produced my one-person shows in Nelson and the surrounding area. I wrote shows about my own experiences, HELLO BABY, and DECK, about home renovations that I was actually doing. I had had the good fortune to work with a fearless alternative theatre company in Victoria, TheatreSKAM, where I had learned that theatre can be done almost anywhere and under any conditions.

KHI_0095My first tour was of all of the tiny communities nearby. I followed the schedule that had proved successful in Nelson: Do a show to very small audiences the first time around, then return in six months to a bigger crowd, then return in another six months to full houses.  Granted full houses topped out at about 80 people in most venues, but with very little overhead, the money was enough to keep us afloat.

On those first tours, I quickly learned some important lessons.  Find a local theatre loving booster to help get the word out for your show, someone who will make sure you don’t book at the same time the mayor has a birthday or the local high school is doing their year end musical. Your poster can be brilliant and you can have the best press release in the universe but nothing beats good old-fashioned word of mouth.

I slowly expanded the tour until I reached the point where I was booking shows through the performers trade show in BC, Pacific Contact. I was negotiating my own contracts, figuring out what rates to charge –  with the help of many, many angels – and discovered the joys of the guaranteed flat rate with accommodation included. I could get away on weekends without throwing the household schedule into total chaos. Mixing these paid shows in with my own tours created a balance of guaranteed income while maintaining an audience base in the smaller communities.

One of the challenges in choosing to work outside of an urban centre was coming to terms with the concept of success.  It had been ingrained in me that an acting career happened in the city, it happened with theatre companies and film and TV, and if you weren’t doing that you were not successful.  During those first few years of living and working in Nelson, I would often have a crisis of faith, after hearing about this friend getting a gig on Afghanada, or that friend touring an amazing show across Canada to the big theatres, and I would really wonder: “Am I fulfilling my potential here?”

Three things helped dispel this sense of failure. 

1.  The People:  Doing a show for 45 locals in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere is awesome. I may sound like I am trying to justify my life choice in leaving the city but I’m not.  I actually feel like I am being self indulgent as a performer because it feels so good.  I know I won’t be written up in any newspaper, I won’t have artistic directors out to see me and consider me for their next season, and I won’t get accolades from peers, and these are things I want, if I’m honest with myself.  But it doesn’t matter because I am having a blast with a hugely appreciative crowd.

2. Master of My Own Domain:  As part of this life in Nelson, I am a stay at home dad to two young children.  This is a gift.  My wife is a full time teacher and since I am the only employee of Pilotcopilot Theatre, I set my own schedule and control how much work I take on.  This has been invaluable in maintaining the sanity of our family.

3. I Get to Make Theatre All The Time: This is the greatest benefit of this career move and the one I feel luckiest for. I get to consistently create my own work. If I was in the city, it would be easier and more profitable to be a gigging actor. In Nelson, creating my own work on my own schedule and then touring it is the best time to money equation possible.

I miss the community in Vancouver, which I get to visit on the odd trip to the city and which, thankfully, hasn’t totally forgotten me as I still get the odd job offer flung my way, which makes my heart sing. I miss doing runs as my touring schedule is usually erratic and consists of only one or two shows in any given theatre.

Back in the basement of the art gallery, I put on the acid washed shorts and sleeveless Canucks t-shirt of my redneck character Randy, a character that has been around since the very first one man show I wrote 15 years ago, with this latest lesson firmly learned that, yes, May is too late to be doing shows in these communities, where people go outside at the first glimpse of spring and don’t come indoors for three months.  I head upstairs to entertain those 15 people and feel comforted by the fact that I am, in fact, living the dream.

#CdnCult Times; Volume 3, Edition 4

Last week I attended Mammalian Diving Reflex’s Promises to a Divided City at The Theatre Centre and was blown away. Performed by teenagers who live on the periphery of Toronto, it theatricalized and and implicated audiences in what has become clear through several iterations of the Hulchanski report: That the cool, downtown part of the city, the ‘creative class’ part, is becoming a playground for the rich surrounded by an army of working poor as the middle class is hollowed out.

This edition seems appropriate in this context, as three artists discuss their decisions to leave urban centres while continuing their artistic practice. For each, the decision was rooted in the hope of maintaining a decent life for themselves AND creating theatre. Moving out of a big city became the obvious solution.

Michael Wheeler
Editor-in-Chief: #CdnCult Times

Parallel Lines

Play: Parallel lines || Playwright: Ann Lambert
Shoot: Café Bloom || Models: Jorge Briceno, Alice Bolan

LINDA: I mean, do you know how many people in this city …no … this planet make a living serving people? It’s scary … Notdoing anything, notproducing anything useful, not creating something … except enough money to claw their way to another day. Claw their way to another day … I like that! It’s not like those suits on Wall Street do anything either. They just chase bits of paper around, and make a fortune. Go figure. And … and … when they get nervous? When they panic, ’cause they’re like sheep, they all scare at the same time … the rest of the world has to pay for it. I know … my dad was in the business. Drank himself to the Big Stock Exchange In the Sky. Us … service people have got to organize. Everyone else is …organized. That bastard has fired an army since I worked there. No job security. No benefits. You break a leg and they may as well shoot you. It’s just such a piss-off. Listen to me. Do you even know what “piss off” means?

RAMON: Not the words exactly, but the feeling is clear.

Parallel lines was first produced by the University of Oklahoma.

Mike Daisey achieves some praxis

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Tommy Taylor in You Should Have Stayed Home (l) and Mike Daisey in The Agony and The Ecstacy of Steve Jobs (r)

Mike Daisey had a pretty significant impact on my theatre company for someone I had never met.

At Praxis Theatre, I first remember learning about him through an article published in Seattle that was circulating the internet called, The Empty Spaces Or, How Theater Failed AmericaIt’s about a lot of things, but integrally the death of the repertory theatre system. Daisey went on to turn this article into a successful show, which ironically ended up being a big hit in NYC. It struck a chord with me, as six years earlier when I completed my MFA at The American Repertory Theatre they went from a resident company of fourteen local actors, to five, with most individual roles cast out of New York.

We discovered Daisey in the early days of the The Praxis Blog, when it was on Blogspot and was called Theatre is Territory (2006-08). Daisey was also doing his thing on mikedaisey.com, so I got to know a lot more of his ideas about theatre as arts investment focused on institutions and not artists. In particular, how buildings, organizations and their administrative staff have done a lot better than theatre artists over the past two decades.

This was exactly the type of thing we liked to cover and expand upon on our site, so we would not only link to his articles, but even write some of our own that responded to him or co-opted his ideas. Of particular interest to me was his connection between American MFA programs and Ponzi Schemes, in terms of what they asked you to pay to join the system, and what sorts of wages you could make upon graduation. I even titled one of my many posts lamenting Luminato’s unwillingness to invest in local artists,How Luminato Failed Toronto”, which contained sentences like “Mike Daisey is right and it’s the same situation up here.”

The other way he impacted Praxis was through his work as a monologuist. I saw his The Agony and The Ecstacy of Steve Jobs at The Public Theatre in NYC during a miracle two weeks I spent mostly reading and writing in The Occupy Wall Street Library. I found it revelatory as an artist running a theatre company dedicated to praxis: Here was art about essential questions of labour and rights in a contemporary context and powerful theatrical form, in hopes of bringing about change. Praxis. It was my first standing ovation in years. When we began workshopping Tommy Taylor’s G20 Toronto play You Should Have Stayed Home, after some experiments and some frank notes we decided to scrap the plan of staging the narrative physically and allow it to come through storytelling. That Daisey could thrive so successfully with some notes, a desk and a water pitcher, gave us confidence we could do the same. So we did.

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Daisey tweeting answers to questions from theatroshpere at The Dark Horse.

Of course, the use of this aesthetic came back to bite us in the ass when the scandal broke that several of the events Daisey had framed as having seen in The Agony and the Ecstacy were actually events reported by other people. At the time, his interview with Ira Glass on the topic of the show’s accuracy was NPR’s most downloaded podcast. It remains one of the few ‘theatre controversies’ that I can recall breaching mainstream consciousness. This disappointed me big-time – not only because I had believed in the show so much, but also because I had used the same aesthetic for a show where many terrible things also happened, and Tommy Taylor really did see them all.

Eventually I got over it though.  Daisey put up a pretty good fight and probably the net-result of the controversy was increased awareness of Apple’s labour practices. So the show still achieved an impressive degree of praxis. No one ever argued that any of the things in the show didn’t happen. The distinction that Daisey didn’t see a few of them personally probably diminished the work, but makes no difference in terms of social justice.

The other thing that won me back was the openness with how he handled it – by making his script open-source and inviting anyone anywhere to edit and produce the show for free as they liked.  It took Mitchell Cushman, who invited Daisey with Crow’s Theatre to Toronto to put on a show about Rob Ford that opens tonight, about three seconds to mount his own version of The Agony starring David Ferry in the Passe Muraille backspace. Mitchell’s version even included excerpts from comments on his blog post on The Praxis Blog about the controversy, which was an interesting meta-surprise for an Artistic Director.

The comment that wasn’t included in the show was the one that really brought me back around to Daisey – the one Daisey left himself  – where he apologized and expressed genuine distress about the impact he may have had on documentary theatre. I think that’s really what was needed and after that I was ready to move on. Nobody’s perfect: not Ford, not Daisey; certainly not me.

Anyways after all this, Mike Daisey and I finally got to have a chat on Twitter, using #DaiseyTO. Below is what we and others talked about.