The Damed Boxing Day Blow Out show was hotter than July thanks to the amazing Tomy Bewick (http://burlingtonslam.wordpress.com/about-us/tomy-bewick/) and the equally amazing Distant Cousins, SoulFistikato & Dane Swan (https://www.facebook.com/DistantCousins2).
Great open stagers warmed up the house: Adam Abbas with some saucy limericks, Philip Cairns longing for summer & to be the Sandpiper Elizabeth Taylor; and finally Vanessa McGowen with a great piece about her Dad, in which she demonstrates one of the good things about being a writer is that we can give people who have passed away a voice they lacked when they were alive.
Then Tomy hit the stage (I couldn’t resist the Who echo) with an energetic set of emotionally raw, sometimes funny pieces. Charged with razor sharp observations ‘depends on which suicide of the bed you wake up on,’ fun turns of phrase ‘I’m only a beaver – you are what you eat’ it was a powerful set. His new work about the end of a relationship: him ‘sleeping next to the chainsaw’ or his watching his daughter ‘colour her way through the confusion’ – opened his heart to us without being maudlin or bitter.
After a brief break Distant Cousins gave us a festive mix of music, spoken word & even improv with Tomy at one point. Dane ‘an expert at falling down’ always stands strong at the microphone. Direct lines like ‘you’ve never taken a hostage but you hold your own happiness at gunpoint,’ always make me listen closer. Soul’s singing was sweet and his verbal & performance interplay with Dane makes me jealous. Plus he slams in Italian, who could ask for more? (me)
The next Damned is Thursday, January 29, 7 pm at the Central. Hosted by DM Moore with features: Jill Batteson, Brenda Clews, Neil Traynor.
March 1, Saturday – attending – Toronto SpecFic Colloquium
June 6-8 – attending – Bloody Words
August 28-31 – attending – FanExpo Canada
“No! No! No! Spoon! No! No! No!” Dish dashed around the canisters with Spoon on her heels.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! My sweet.” Spoon found it hard to talk when he was so full of cream. “Let me cream you one more time. Please. You know how much you enjoy the rich cream rubbed all over you.”
“Oh, Spoon, no. It makes me feel so … so …dirty.”
“Yes, I know, and it makes me feel the same way. Let’s be dirty together.”
Spoon cornered Dish and splattered her curved bottom with thick, rich cream.
“Oh! Spoon.” She seemed to melt before his very eyes. “That was good. I have to catch my breath.”
“It’s going to take another swim in the pool to get us clean.”
“Oh, Spoon I don’t care if I ever get clean again. When you make me feel so dirty, I feel so good at the same time. Why is that?”
“Ha ha ha.” A harsh laugh interrupted their tryst.
“Who was that?” Spoon stood and look around.
“Ha ha ha.”
“Go look and see who it is.” Dish shook with fear.
Spoon went to the edge of the counter.
“Ha ha ha.” It was Ginger the Little family dog. “Ha ha ha.” The Little dog laughed, “I haven’t seen such fun for a long time.”
“Who is it Spoon?”
“It’s just that mutt.”
Ginger jumped up on a chair and then on to the counter. Dish tried to get away but was trapped. The little dog held her down with one paw and began to lick her.
“Oh! Oh!” Dish moaned. “He’s ….” she couldn’t speak any further as his tongue got wedged in her crack.
“Get away from her.” Spoon hit Ginger on the nose and tried to poke the dog’s belly.
“Ha ha ha.” Ginger let go of Dish. “That tickles. Now let’s see what you have to offer.” The dog give the spoon a couple of quick licks and when he was done jumped down from the counter.
“Oh my.” Spoon reeled unsteadily. “I haven’t felt like this since Little Boy Blue.”
“Same here.” Dish rolled over to Spoon. “He wasn’t too cruel to you was he?”
“No, my sweet. His nails didn’t scratch you? Did they.”
“I don’t think so.”
Dish turned around so Spoon could check all sides of her.
“You look fine. But your crack is now bigger than Mother Hubbard’s cupboard.”