Saturday, November 14, 2015

The transmogrification of DITTA and the art of forgetting

Friday, November 13, 2015

Twelve angels, plus honorary angel Tim and minus chief angel Randy and Pam, made the trek out to Karsdale for an evening of poetry, pasta and general mayhem.

The table is set for a feast
 Food, glorious food!



 


The groaning board...
















Wine was happily imbibed







All's quiet on the food front.
Wayne and his BFF

The readings:  from John MacCrea and Remembrance Day to A.A. Milne, to Sue Goyette, to Robert Louis Stevenson, to the capitol of Paraguay ( Asunción ), to Phillip Larkin, to Melissa's original composition on the story of the Uniqlo coats!  I forgot (!!!) to mention Grace's poem about forgetting; at which we seem  to excel!
Hilarity ensues














John





Pamela
Wayne reads from Sue Goyette's Ocean poems

Nat's sound poem

















Terry reading from Suzanne Gauthier's art diary
Trying to decipher Suzanne hand-writing



















Is this where the capital of Paraguay came up??


Phil explains the meaning of transmogrify ( a featured word in his poem): transforming something in a magical and usually humorous way.


Google Search Results 

trans·mog·ri·fy

/transˈmäɡrəˌfī,tranz-/
  1. transform, especially in a surprising or magical manner.

    "the cucumbers that were ultimately transmogrified into pickles"




















Monday, November 9, 2015

Arts Out Loud!

November 7, 2015
Main Branch, Halifax Library

This was the fabulous venue for the Arts Out Loud gala and the moment we have been waiting for: who would win the Lieutenant-Governor's Masterworks Award????
Arts Out Loud gala




The new library is elegant, airy, and there was art everywhere: string quartet, pop-up craft gallery, videos, dancers, pink champagne, and hors d'oeuvres to die for!
After some imbibing and mingling, the dancer pirouetted us into the open auditorium for the awards presentation.
Lydia Zimmer
And it was quite a presentation; Desiree Adams, a spoken word artist, was the emcee, while Lucas Pearse, Lydia Zimmer, Leigh Ann Vardy, and Arianne Pollet-Brannen performed before, after, and in between the various awards.  After the Prix Grand Pre, Community Arts & Culture Recognition Award, and the Established Artist Recognition Award, the LGMWA was presented to Sue Goyette for her Ocean poems.  While we were disappointed, we also recognize that Sue's work deserved the prize.

Sue Goyette and Gay Hauser

 Randy is introduced as one of the LGMWA nominees.  Yaaaay!!! Drum roll! Thunderous applause!
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LGMWA nominees

























Susan Tooke receiving the Established Artist Recognition Award

















Lucas Pearse, bassist extraordinare, had the LGMWA envelope tucked inside his fiddle!
Photos from the performance:





Final award of the evening was the Portia White Prize, which was won by our very own Wayne Boucher in 2006.  Every award recipient received a white muslin cape and the Portia White protege received a short one! 














More mingling and imbibing from Pavia, the on-site cafe.



This was the imbibing part....










Susan adjusts her clown nose.
And this was the mingling part....




Guests were invited to dress LOUD! for the occasion;  Randy's contribution was a tie and suspenders. 

Katie Belcher, Wayne's Portia White protege.  She is now the curator at Eye Level Gallery and a beautiful artist.


Terry, Katie, Wayne






























More mingling...

Randy, call home!

Mr. Sensitive (aka Nat)

David (Karen's son, visiting from Wyoming), Grace, and Karen

Sally and Chris Meijka (sp?)






Randy, Rich and their smart phones

Randy shares a moment with Dawn McNutt, who nominated him for the LGMWA.

There is a post-script to this evening:  the saga of the Uniqlo coats.  When I went to retrieve my Uniqlo ultra-light down coat (brown, no hood, size M) it had been replaced with another Uniqlo ultra-light down coat, but this one was black, had a hood, elastic at the wrists,  and was size S.  You have to know that there are no Uniqlo stores in Canada.  There are several in the US and at least one in London, UK.  I alert the catering staff, leave my contact details, the coat, and head to the hotel.

Segue to the next morning.  Grace is driving us back to Annapolis, and we have picked up John, as Melissa is staying in to attend a work-shop.  When I tell John about my coat, he says 'You're not going to believe this, but when we got home last night, Melissa realized that she had picked up the wrong coat AND it was from Uniqlo!'  Wonderful coincidence, I'll get my coat back from Melissa.

Later that afternoon,  John phones me and says, 'I've just talked to Melissa, and it's not your coat.  It is from Uniqlo, but it's black, size XL, and has a pack of cigarettes in the pocket.'  Melissa's cell phone was out of money, so she had called John collect from that rare thing, a coin-operated phone booth at the Dartmouth Sportsplex.  John had then called the library to say that Melissa was coming in to pick up her Uniqlo coat (the one I left at the library) and drop off  the smoker's coat; hopefully the owner of the smoker's coat will call/come to the library with my Uniqlo coat.  A while later, John gets a call from the library asking where Melissa is, as the smoker's coat owner has called and is coming in to retrieve her coat and leave mine.  While they are talking, they see Melissa patiently waiting in the cafe, with an extra coat over her arm.  Oh joy!  Melissa gets her Uniqlo coat ,purchased in London,  I get mine, purchased in NYC, and the smoker gets hers, purchased who knows where!

What are the odds of three Uniqlo coats getting switched around like that?  and having a library that is open on Sundays until 6 pm?
Black & brown Uniqlos




Monday, October 26, 2015

Oh, what a night it was!

October 24 and into the wee hours of October 25

The Angels met at Citadel High School's  Spatz Theatre on a beautiful fall day and proceeded directly into a black box to rehearsal.  The stage was bigger than King's,  had cavernous wings and a cross-over that involved going through heavy doors and a passageway that was added on to the back wall of the stage.  Our wonderful stage manager, AJ, was there to greet us and to solve all problems with the help of the theatre tech staff.  Wow! a stage crew!
AJ, Phil, Michael (checking phone)




 Yup, it's a big stage!



 Michael: Never stand when you can sit, never sit when you can lie, and never, ever put your smart phone down.








 




1 pm, seven hours till curtain and they're still smiling...








 


































 The Angels NEVER travel without food!












  Listening carefully to the Chief Angel.











 Sheilagh takes notes from the audience floor.




Left: in rehearsal
      Right: in performance

















Unbeknownst to us, there was a Cancer Walk scheduled for the evening so when we arrived back at the theatre for a 7 pm call there was not a parking space in sight.  And it's a big parking lot!  After riding around a few blocks, visiting the Bengal Lancers parking lots (violaters will be towed) and a nearby baseball park ( gated, probably locked after the game) we parked at the Museum of Natural History's entrance driveway and crossed fingers that the car would be there when we returned.

In spite of parking hiccups, the house nicely filled and very appreciative; special applause for Sally and Adrian from enthusiastic family members!  Afterwards, Randy led a Q & A with the audience; lots and lots of questions.  And so, after greeting family, friends, and well-wishers in the lobby, we packed up our costumes, snacks, moleskin patches, sewing kit, chairs, steamer,   and headed for the lounge at the Atlantica Hotel where a very good time was had by all.


The after-party:  early, before we got rowdy









Randy: It's over!  Michael: Really?







Adrian brought out his magic box, a bluetooth speaker, that, connected to his smart phone,  played just about any song we wanted from YouTube.  Cher, Aretha Franklin, the Stones, the Kingston Trio (yikes!), Rock Lobster, Ode to Billy Joe....

The incomparable AJ, stage manager and karaoke singer extraordinaire!




Things are starting to get out of hand!










Uh oh!













Pamela and George... no words needed!


You Don't Own Me!  Lesley Gore and the Clichettes live!  Pam, we miss you!


One of the Angels, who shall remain nameless to protect the innocent,  is carried off in style.

The night ended at 2 am when the security guard politely ushered us out and the Company of Angels folded its wings for another season.

Thank you,  Chief Angel Randy
&
Sheila Duggan who put DITTA on everybody's radar
&
Sheilagh Hunt for such kind notes
&
AJ who sang like an angel
&
to all the extraordinary Angels, especially Michael, the new temporary Wayne