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Review: COUTEAU… SEPT FACONS ORIGINALES

Last night, I went to La Nouvelle Scene on King Edward to watch the play Couteau…SEPT FACONS ORIGINALES DE TUER QUELQU’UN AVEC.

This is another forray into the theatrical arts wish I thoroughly enjoy. I like going to see people act in front of me…if I may say so, it may even be better than watching a movie. I prefer the smaller productions than the massive ones where you are a kilometer away from the stage.

Let’s be honest. My first language is not French. I am not perfectly bilingual. I think I’m above average. So how is watching a French play?

Not bad. I get the gist of much of the play usually (with the help of watching actions also). Sometimes they go off on monologues with lingo I don’t understand…it’s understandable as not many people speak the language they learn in school. Take the difference between yes/yeah and oui/ouai.

Anyhow, the play was pretty good. Actually, I personally thought it was quite disturbing. It revolved around a simple premise…a knife (couteau). The knife was shown in many different ways, whether it be in killing someone, shaving, cutting St. Hubert chicken (no joke!), or (my personal fave) being advertised on an informercial (these knives can cut through anything!).

The play revolved around a psychologist analyzing a patient who was saddened because he threw away a fisherman’s knife into the water when he was a child, and that this knife was the sole thing that the fisherman loved. He ruined the fisherman’s life. A dialogue would take place between the psychologist and the patient, and then the play would switch over to a different skit involving a knife…whether it be a murder, or someone shaving, etc.

The more disturbing scene was when the knife is used in a very violent fashion and you were left in shock, and then it changes the scene to the most satirical use of a knife I’ve ever seen – the infomercial; where the knife does not become some object of violence, but a wonder tool which can bring you happiness. I found this concept to be enthralling after witnessing the brutality of what a knife can do to a human being. Instill fear, inflict pain.

All in all, I was impressed with the entire production and one day hope to understand French just a little more so I can go back and watch this again.

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Review: Lenny Kravitz & Aerosmith

Ottawa Sun Review: http://jam.canoe.ca/Music/2005/11/17/1310651.html

Wednesday night came and went in a hail of rock n’ roll fury. Showed up past 7:30 but luckily the concert didn’t start for another 15 minutes. Trish, Holly and Vero accompanied me on this rock n’ roll experience.

Go to Row 38 and there are people in our seats. It’s very tough to try and convince someone that they are in the wrong seats once the concert gets started. Very loud and you have to use a lot of hand signals. Turns out these guys were supposed to be in Row 29, not 38. If it was only two of us at the concert, I would have just given up and went to take his seats in Row 29 (which coincidentally was right in front of the freakin’ catwalk!). Anyhow, he finally realized that he can be 10 rows up and bailed.

Lenny…what can I say about him? He can rock. He can groove. He can make the ladies swoon. I think I saw a few women pass out as he winked at them. Even though Lenny could hold his own in a headline spot, he took the 70 minute set instead. All the hits, including a balls-to-the-wall version of American Woman which lead quite nicely into Fly Away. I have visions of me also learning to play Are you Gonna Go My Way after seeing that in the flesh. Let Love Rule was a highlight of the night as the crowd was singing along and Steve Tyler came out to lend some vocal ramblings (read: Ramblings. You can’t understand the guy!)

In between sets, Trish bought a nice Aerosmith tank top and when she was trying it on (while taking off her shirt) one dude yells out “Take it all off!” in which I promptly said “That’s my sister!”. Ha! Man, I love that line. Gets them every time. Turns out that Trish saw this guy being thrown out during the concert. What are the odds?

Lights go down…giant video screens play images and music of Aerosmith. I felt like I was watching a promo campaign. Very hilarious.

  • Helter Skelter
  • Walk this Way
  • Same Old
  • Cryin
  • Edge
  • No More
  • Jaded
  • Shakin My Cage
  • Sweet Emotion
  • Miss A Thing
  • Dream On
  • Thighs
  • Other Side
  • Baby Please
  • Train-Slow Train
  • Encore
  • Saddle
  • Draw THe Line

Highlights:

  • Steve Tyler can move for an old man. I think he is more youthful than Mick Jagger and Bono.
  • Joe Perry can wail on his guitar. Holly asked if what he was doing was hard. If she only really knew that we were in the presence of a God.
  • I was SUPER impressed with the two ramps which went out into the arena bowl 100 level seats. Never seen that before and I think they got more audience interaction at those spots than throughout the catwalk into the floor.
  • Seats on the floor area suck.
  • Sweet Emotion was my personal fave. Followed closely by Baby Please.
  • Paranoia by Sam Roberts just came on random shuffle on my iPod. Today will be a good day. One of my fave tunes.
  • Holly was commenting on how she wished there were more new (read: 80/90s) tunes. Aerosmith must have a hard time with their fans since it’s like they are in two different groups. Some prefer the old stuff, some prefer the new.
  • Some dude asked me how he can go up closer in which I responded “Just walk up.” Am I a wise sage or something that can magically teleport him?
  • Steve Tyler can really rock. He can move more than me. The other guys appeared to be fossils on stage. Other than Joe Perry. He still has it. I think he had flames coming from his guitar at one point. That’s what I’m talking about.

All in all, I was hesistant to pay $130 to go to this show, but it was justified by seeing Lenny AND Aerosmith. Two class acts. Go see them if you can.

Up next: U2. I’m trying to convince Vero that they are a decent band and she should give them a chance.

Also…Coldplay tix on sale tomorrow in Toronto. Hmm…

iplaying: (still) Paranoia by Sam Roberts – We Were Born in A Flame