“The Flypaper of Life”

Made a last minute decision to see something on stage – the first show, on a day & time suitable, was Sweet Charity at the Shaw, Niagara-on-the-Lake. We didn’t see any shows in their last season – nothing appealed. I’ve never been a fan of Shaw – too much social conscience for me, I suppose.


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I’ve seen the film, Sweet Charity, a few times & also more than one drag and/or burlesque take on Hey Big Spender. I quite like the film, fast forward, as the plot & characterizations are merely there to pin the numbers on. By the mid-60’s The Broadway musical found itself unable to be ‘relevant’ in the wash of pop music: Bob Dylan, Beatles. Then along came ‘Hair.’ Sweet Charity paves the way for shows like ‘Hair’ & ‘Godspell’

The staging is excellent with the serviceable main piece that serves as bridge, subway car, dance hall swing; the costumes are spot-on; the music is serviceable, some fun moments & the orchestra is excellent. Support players are good, never pulling focus, dancing & singing capably.


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The lead: Julie Martell is fine with a Barbra Streisand sensibility. She belts without over-signing, which I like, but never gets a song that pulls me into her character – not that she doesn’t get some great songs mind you. A better singer than a dancer, which might be the point with Charity stuck as a dance-hall hostess. Kyle Blair as her prince-charming was good, but needed a little more Woody Allen in his performance.

Melanie Phillipson & Kimberley Rampersad as Charity’s co-hostesses were great fun to watch & I found myself wishing for more of them & their Neil Simon patter. “There ain’t no use flappin’ your wings, ’cause we are stuck in the flypaper of life!” Their duet ‘Baby, Dream Your Dream’ was a show highlight for me.


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Choreographer Parker Esse had the biggest challenge in the face of the iconic Fosse moves in the film & original Broadway production. He wisely resisted duplicating, or even paying direct homage to Fosse. There were some fun glints of imagination in the Rich Man’s Frug sequence but on the whole the dance work lacked spark. Energetic enough but none of it made me think ‘wow’ – I’m someone who can be moved to tears by good dancing. Even though I wasn’t captivated by the dancing I would highly recommend the show.



the king

the queen

both were at the table

both were on the table

hand in hand


playing the Mortal Coil

looking to discard

looking for a loop hole

a way out

a trick

to bring the house tumbling down

a way to keep

the bridge sturdy and going

to keep one out of each other’s clubs

doing the spade work

to keep each row of roses

perfect and still

the shrill craw of peacocks

as they drag their lumpy tails

across the the dewy lawns

the screech of cooks

missing their tarts

the final insurrection

and off with those heads

or head them off

before they make it to the pass

before they make a pass

at the king

or the queen

before the deal is made

before the dealer’s golden arm

is ready for another poke

as our lives

go up the hole

in daddy’s arm


college educations

all those tidy possibilities



shot up



taking up more space that needed

more suites

more ties

ripping the diamond brooch

off the the queen

lobbing the pieces of my heart

go on take it

take another piece

take another chance

bid now or

too late sold

to the jack of all trades

who didn’t eat

who didn’t even have to bluff

he knew and he took

simple and direct

flex and flushed

the door slam

catching fingers

shaking that ace up the sleeve

out and on to the table

to rest


between the king and queen

between the devil and the deep blue sea

between you and me

nothing much else matters

expect the games we play

the ins and outs

the red on black

the odd and even

and the odds are

one of us will get even

one of us will make the play

one of us will find his way

to the fridge to make a snack

for the other will find his favorite show on tv

is now on at the same time

as the other’s favorite show

and then where will we be



in separate rooms

flipping through channels

wondering if the other one

has better channels

has something hidden

has one last chance

to fill in the straight story

to come home to a full house

to give the queen a break

see the future laid out neatly

ah yes letter will arrive

a stack of letters

will shuffle through

the mail slot

and in one of them will be news

of a trip

a long lost relative

a triple threat opportunity

that mean


nothing much beyond

the horizon

under the stairs

grandma’s house

those dusty hidden corners

where we’d find cobwebs

and once a dead mouse

do you remember

neither do I

but I’ve been told

I screamed and screamed

when I put my hand on

the sticky little furry spot

couldn’t be calmed down

till someone sat at my bed side

warm milk

and read the gospel of the card

these are the apostles

this is the journey of the magi

this the second time

and here

here is the future

of mankind

playing with a full deck

playing with a full stomach

and I fell asleep

and woke up back in reality

on this side of the looking glass

in front of you

beside me

wearing the same old shoes



I know things will be alright

once we cut out the crap

and pick a card

any card



September 3-6 – attending – Fan Expo


( I’ve registered already 🙂 )


October 18, Sunday – feature: Cabaret Noir: Inner Child Sacrifice



November 1 – 30 Participating NaNoWriMo



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