Posted in February 2012

Stolen From the Radio 02/27: Cocaine Moustache

I recently started producing a radio show on CJLO (1690AM) called Edge of the City. It’s on every Monday from Noon to 2PM. You know what’s great about having access to a college radio station? I get to raid their library. Know what that means? It means that every Monday, I’m going to grab 3 random albums from the station, listen to them, and feature the best one here. Enjoy!

There is a god, and his name is White Willie Sniffsum. That’s right, ladies and gents, I’ve been turned into a believer by five men – no, five GENIUSES who perform as Cocaine Moustache. Yep, you read that correctly. Cocaine Moustache.

Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering how Cocaine Moustache wasn’t already something I knew about and raved about constantly. The answer is simple, folks: They’re based in Vancouver, and for some crazy reason, have yet to play around these parts. Also, they’ve only got one record out, which means we’re catching them at an early stage of what is sure to be a steady climb to the top of this snowy mountain we call the music industry. Cocaine Moustache’s “On the Mirror” is hands down the best debut album of any band in the history of rock and roll. It’s a perfect blend of testosterone, heavy drug use, and badassery. (Note: According to Matt Goldberg, if I start using a word, it becomes part of the english language. In two years, when you look up badassery, there will be a picture of Cocaine Moustache in the dictionary.) On The Mirror is an onslaught of murderous riffs, in-your-face lyrics, and all the stamina and energy you would expect from powder-lovers from BC. I can’t help but wonder if White Willie Sniffsum used to perform with a band called Muscle Bitches. If any of you are familiar with them, you may see some resemblance in their vocal stylings. Or maybe it’s just the cocaine talking.

Speaking of which, I know you’re gonna want to dip into your own personal stash of cocaine to properly enjoy this album. Luckily, Cocaine Moustache are many, many steps ahead of you: They’ve included an actual coke straw in the packaging of this album, for your use and listening pleasure. Now do a line and press play:

I hereby pledge allegiance to Cocaine Moustache, eternal rulers of the rock and roll world. Gentlemen, if you’re reading, check your inboxes – I’ll be trying to contact you shortly.

-Al

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D-Tales: February

The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly is a story about stories. David, a 12 year old boy living in England during World War II, has always been fascinated by them. Although he prefers traditional fairy tales, he’d read any book he could get his hands on. His love for stories came from his mother who had been telling them to him for as long as he could remember. As her health failed and she died, they became David’s main source of comfort because they reminded him of her.

During his mother’s illness, David began to develop obsessive compulsive behaviors, believing that if he performed his routines ritualistically it might save her. After her death, David’s father remarried and had a new son, and his mental illness only worsened.

Jealousy, anger, and depression all grow within him, until he can no longer cope with his situation and he dissociates from reality, entering into the world of his books- a defense mechanism at its finest. In this strange world you will recognize elements of various classics, except they’ve taken on a dark and evil twist, because, as David quickly learns, this is where your deepest nightmares are revealed to you. We all know the story of Little Red Riding Hood, for example, but here she seduces the wolf and together they spawn a new breed of man-wolf intent on conquering the kingdom.

Most of the book recounts David’s journey through this world as he attempts to find his way back home. The most notable character that he meets along the way is the Crooked Man, a prototypical trickster based loosely on Rumplestiltskin. He continuously shows up promising David that he can solve his problems, but fortunately he gets distracted before David gets a chance to make a disastrous bargain.

This quest for self-awareness culminates into the defeat of the Crooked Man, at which point David returns to reality with a new-found acceptance that his mother is long gone, and although life is filled with pain and disappointment, he must face it in order to move forward.

Fairly straightforward, this is a light and breezy psychological thriller, ideal for anyone who is familiar with and likes the classic Grimm fairy tales.

-Danielle

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Yaado, Voodoo, Love @ Tangente

Nora Chipaumire and Souleymane Badolo are the choreographers of three works comprising this week’s production from Tangente.  Each artist performs a solo, and they finish off the evening with a duet.  Yaado, Voodoo, Love is a part of both the Tangente season, and Ascen/Danses (an event which celebrates artists of the African diaspora).

©2011 Donald Rockhead / Nora Chipaumire et Souleymane Badolo

Yaado is choreographed and performed by Souleymane Badolo.  Badolo has dedicated this solo to the memory of his mother, and by extension as an homage to all women. He wears a simple wrap about his waist, worn usually by women in Burkina Faso, and has a colorful scarf wrapped around his torso, one that is used traditionally to tie small children to women’s backs.

The work starts slowly, as he removes the colorful wrap and creates a sort ceremony with it.  For the majority of the piece he is shirtless, allowing us to see his muscles at work.  He works with varied levels of tension in his body; tensing his back and shoulders and playing lightly with his fingers, then contracting his entire upper body, and continuing into a section of more fluid movement.  These explorations develop into a full body dance that travels around the stage, often within tight pathways created by light.

He works without exterior sound, but rather makes tongue clicks and other sounds with his mouth to score sections of the work, with sparse dialogue included as well.  There are also moments when he plays with the rhythm of his steps.  The piece was without audio, but not without sound.

Voodoo is an excerpt from a larger work by Chipaumire called Miriam, inspired by the life of Miriam Makeba, a South African singer and civil rights activist.  It is a solemn, solo work with a distinctively dark atmosphere that feels restrictive and heavy.

Chipaumire enters the stage obscured by minimal lighting.  She is carrying sandbags hung off of her shoulders and balanced on her head. In the back of the space a mirror hangs from two wires, reflecting a tight stream of light.  There is another mirror to the side, and upstage sits a large bucket filled with water.  The tight set encompasses her space.  She slowly discards the sandbags, and performs in a loose shirt and pants, both dark in colour.

Her movements are slow, smooth and strong.  With her head bent awkwardly far back, and her back arched, she takes small steps with her arms bent behind her like wings.  The image is bird-like or at least decidedly animalistic.  Often she is hunched over to half her size, and with her hands in fists she rotates her wrists and slithers her arms around.  This, alongside her limited space, the water bucket and mirrors suggests a cage as a possible image.

The piece is repetitive and ritualistic. Chipaumire travels in circles around the space and rotates around herself.  She performs identical or similar actions again and again, evolves the proposition and continues.  The ritual becomes longer and more complex.

The soundtrack, playing throughout the dance, is a repetitive fast paced percussion piece, credited to Jimi Hendrix.  As most likely intended, the music became overwhelming in its repetition and sustained energy.  The lighting scheme was evidently very important in both Voodoo and Yaado, hence the inclusion of lighting designer Robert W. Henderson’s biography in the program.

Love is a duet is described as an exploration of the courtship between Badolo and Chipaumire, who are not only collaborators, but also a real life couple.  It was a brief, lighthearted piece to cap off the evening.

The piece starts with the two of them dressed for a night on the town, save for their bare feet; Chipaumire in a short black dress, and Badolo in a button up top and pleated pants.  They stand behind a picture frame and smile sweetly at the audience, adjusting their poses until they have cleared the frame and moved into the space.

The music, an original composition by Obo Addy, sounds like a sexy, mainstream love song.  Matched to the performers’ delightfully coy facial expressions, it creates a mood of comfort and fun for the audience.  The two lovebirds exchange solos, aimed to impress or better the other, peaking in a simple unison section for good measure.

Yaado, Voodoo, Love is presented by Tangente and Ascen/Danses.  You can catch the show at Monument National from February 23rd – 25th at 8:30pm and the 26th at 4pm.  The show totals 70min with no intermission.  As per usual, tickets are $20 regular, with some discounts available.

-Allison

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Stolen From the Radio 02/20: The Lucky Ones

I recently started producing a radio show on CJLO (1690AM) called Edge of the City. It’s on every Monday from Noon to 2PM. You know what’s great about having access to a college radio station? I get to raid their library. Know what that means? It means that every Monday, I’m going to grab 3 random albums from the station, listen to them, and feature the best one here. Enjoy!

My hands were looking for punk rock this week, apparently. When I randomly raided the CJLO library this week, I came upon a few punk rock acts, one of which was a clear stand-out. The band is question was The Lucky Ones, who have just put out their second album, Heartbreak, Hangovers & Punk Rock.

Coming out of Southern Ontario, the Lucky Ones are proving once again that Canada knows punk rock. This record reeks of good times and hard alcohol, in the best of ways. It’s a high-energy, high-passion album, and it merits many listens. If you’re in need of a new punk album and you’re not sure where to look, this is where you should go. Click here to hop on over to the band’s Facebook page, where you can have a proper listen.

Cheers!

-Al

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The McGill Savoy Society presents: The Gondoliers

The McGill Savoy Society has taken on Gilbert and Sullivan this February, mounting their interpretation of The Gondoliers. I don’t have a huge amount to say about it, because I’m simply not a big G&S fan. But they made this very visually appealing. The costuming was spectacular, very period (18th century Europe, I do believe) and perfectly ornate. Likewise, the set was a pleasure to look at – it was nicely painted, and it moved well. There was a change in the intermission, from a dock-side view to a castle view, and it worked perfectly with the flow of the play. Overall, it all felt very fancy shmancy.

However, I can’t really say that I was a big fan of the acting. The singing was, for the most part, quite solid, which was key in a musical. The acting, however, was wanting for more. I understand this is a musical, but the times that sat between songs really needed a better flow. There was a range of limited acting and serious overacting. I would not say that it was all bad by any means, but I feel there was clear work to be done.

Overall, it was indeed an enjoyable experience. The orchestra played very well, there was very slight tuning issues here and there, but if you don’t happen to have perfect pitch it really wasn’t noticeable. So yeah, I’m not a G&S fan, but this was a fine shot at The Gondoliers. Well done, Savoy Society, for making a hoity-toity operetta enjoyable.

-Matt

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Les Abeilles @ Prospero

Last Thursday night at Théâtre Prospero, I was ushered into a tiny room in a dark basement, and into a dreamlike world of mystery and horror. Based on the Japanese novel of the same name, Les Abeilles is a creepy tale about a nameless woman whose cousin disappears after she helps him find a room at the residence she herself stayed in while she was a studying at the local university. The residence is run by a lonely and disabled old man who seems to develop unhealthy obsessions with his billets. Once the woman puts her cousin in this strange, quiet, wheelchair-bound man’s care, she never sees him again. The whole play has an intense and surreal quality to it, from the nameless characters, to the bizarre sound, lighting and makeup effects: the residence director’s deformities were nothing short of stomach-churning. For such a simple storyline, producer and actress Izabel Kerr did an amazing job infusing Les Abeilles with subtleties which added significant depth to the play, such as unmistakable sexual tension between the woman and her cousin, and artistic elements from Kerr’s own native culture. The eerie feel which ran like an undercurrent throughout this show left me feeling shuddery and nervous long after I had left the theatre. If you feel like getting spooked, I highly recommend spending a night at Théâtre Prospero, where Les Abeilles will be running till March 3.

-Vic

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