Fringe: Winning: Winning

Sweet Action Theater Company from Toronto Canada presented Winning: Winning at the Orlando International Fringe Festival. It is a challenge to pigeonhole exactly what defines this show. Gordon explained in the program that it is part magic, 90s acoustic rock along with cupcakes, car crashes dating, piano, dogs, Microsoft PowerPoint and Otomatones. In general, he presented himself as a silentish clown.

Gordon Neill walked on stage with a dog collar cone of shame wearing a wrestling Lycra singlet. On the back stage screen robotic muscle man motivational speaker Tony Robins was taunting Gordon to convince him he was a loser. How do you discover what it means to be a winner? Comedy seemed as good a route to wining as any other.

Every comedic moment was fast paced silly and stupid. When Gordon performed a simple card trick it goes horribly wrong which is hilarious. Don’t expect to be amazed just expect to laugh until it hurts.

Through a series of crazy and very funny bits, Gordon wanted to prove to the audience and himself that he was a winner. For the locals seeing the show, a very funny bit came when the surprised face of a local Fringe Artist, Bobby was flashed on the screen with an arrow and the announcement, that “You slept with my wife!” Another image showed a couple kissing. Bobby was in the audience, and I glanced over when I saw the image. He seemed genuinely surprised.

Bobby was asked to get out of his seat in the audience and get on stage with Gordon. To remedy the embarrassing situation a duel was needed. They stood back-to-back at center stage and then walked ten paces. Since it was a rather small theater, they had to march up and over several rows of seats to finish their 10 paces. It was a hilarious moment. I still don’t know if Bobby was guilty of the accusation, but it resulted in some amazing hilarious comedy.

Eventually the cone of shame came off and I assume from that moment on Gordon was on the road to becoming a winner. The show was laugh out loud funny.

Late in the show Gordon began to speak to the audience. The act of winning was actually an act of struggling to remain sober. Gordon was looking to find validation from within. Performing on piano he was validating his true talent and victory over addiction. The show reminds us that we are all imperfect, human and growing.

Fringe: Colonial Circus – History. Clown Style

Two2Mango from Toronto Ontario Canada presented Colonial Circus – History. Clown Style at the Orlando International Fringe Festival. This was an interactive show that featured two clowns in white face who pretended to be British Colonizers. In an abstract way they walked the audience through the absurdist history of Colonialism.

The stage entrance was a mesmerizing slow procession where the male clown walked slowly on stage wrapped in a red sheet that the female clown held behind him. This made him appear like the prow of a boat. Getting to center stage must have taken 5 minutes or so. Once at the center stage the audience was asked if they had any questions. When someone did eventually ask a question, the two went off stage and began the long laborious procession again. When they asked the audience a question second time, they were visibly upset that they had to go through the motions again. I forgot exactly how many times they went through the procession but it was exhausting and hilarious.

Performers, Shreya Parashar and Sachin Sharma were originally from India before setting in Toronto. Before the pandemic the performers practiced improve comedy, but they soon realized that they love physical comedy which is more universal, in that it doesn’t rely on words to get the point across. The show isn’t really a circus in any way shape or form, but as clowns, the performers managed to mix laughter with deadpan pokes at how the British raped colonies and forcibly replaced deities with Jesus. Audience members were invited on stage and they reenacted a ship sailing across high seas.

One absurd situation followed another. I was laughing out loud, but not exactly sure why. The show tackles the serious topic of colonialism with absurdist humor that pokes fun at what Brits would see as business as usual with a cup of tea. The show offers physical comedy with a political bite which I love.  It didn’t just offer laughs, but also made the audience think.

Fringe: Basic Training

TJ Dawe from Vancouver BC Canada presented Basic Training at the Orlando International Fringe Festival. A friend of mine wanted to see the show which wasn’t on my radar. The lobby quickly filled and the venue was packed when the audience was let into the theater.

This was an incredible one man show where Kahill Ashanti played 23 characters in a powerful true story of a soldier having to confront a childhood he had tried to forget. What made the show so exhilarating was the way Kahill snapped between characters in an instant. Each time he transformed it was instantly clear who he was portraying. Kahill joined the elite Tops In Blue performance troupe and came under fire while entertaining troops during the first Iraq war.

Kahill snapped between his delicate caring mother to his conspiracy theorist hate filled father on a dime. At boot camp he had to survive a drill sergeant who would exploit any soldier’s weakness. When he attacked a soldier with torrents, Kahill befriended the soldier under attack. There were tender moments and so much athletic physicality to the performance.

Surviving boot camp and excelling as a soldier ill-prepared Kahill for once again facing his abusive stepfather when her returned home. When he finally stood up to the vindictive small man’s abuse it was a glorious moment. Kahill was a mature man who would no longer tolerate the small-minded vindictive behavior. The military service didn’t leave him hardened but rather compassionate. At one concert he offered a solo performance for a terminally ill child.

I went into the show with no expectations, but this was absolutely a tour de force of a performance. Basic Training won the Best Show in the Critics’ Choice Awards, which was very well deserved.

Fringe: The S#it

Can’t Stand Sitting from Toronto Canada presented The S#it at the Orlando International Fringe Festival. The show opened with writer-star Matti McLean seated on a stool half naked. The stool was meant to stand in for a toilet. This hard edged solo show was a perfect fit for the venue of Ten10Brewing. It was a small venue for a cramped bathroom setting.

A passionate romance had turned sour leading not only to  loss of passion but a deep resentment. The toilet was in a apartment with little to no privacy. This historic bowel movement was happening just feet from where his partner was seated.

Part comedy and part gut wrenching confession the audience was taken along for the ride as the honeymoon period flickered out between the seated protagonist and his partner in the next room. Although they were pulling apart there was still comfort in being close to someone who knew every quirk of personality. How can you let go of someone when you are both so close? Were they better off apart or could the rift be healed? All of this existential though occurred while seated on the royal porcelain throne.

I always root for the underdog and hope that love with find a way. But sometimes even when the love is still there, the passion flickers out as people move apart. Just like a long exhausting s#it there can be some relief and even bliss when it is all over and the bowl is flushed.

The explicit nudity in the show reinforced that we are all exposed when we are deep in a relationship. Sensuality isn’t always pretty but being truly understood and accepted is so rare that it is hard to let go once it is found.

Fringe: 1-Man No-Show

Zeek Tech Productions from Toronto Canada presented 1-Man No-Show at the Orlando International Fringe Festival. In the lobby as people lined up to go in the theater, Isaac Kessler the performer was shouting to the crowd in a scratch battery powered microphone speaker system that he wore on his chest. I couldn’t understand a thing he said. At the time I didn’t realize her was the performer for the show I was about to see, I just thought, “That’s odd.”

It is rather hard to define what 1-Man No Show is. For the longest time I thought I was watching a pre-show where Isaac was warming up the crowd. Everything felt quite unscripted. Audience members were brought on stage for chaotic bits which were funny yet confusing.

The show was billed as a solo clown meltdown where high art meets high stupidity and that seems an accurate description. Another Fringe performer, Martin Dockery and his mom were in the audience and Issac fixated on them to comic effect. He seemed to want Martins’ approval while wanting to protect Martin’s mom from any of his raunchier unhinged bits. He invited the audience to heckle his show as it ran off the rails.

Issac wore a black beret and dark clothing seeming very formal for a clown. On bit involved absolute stillness with an excruciatingly long pause. After a while the audience began to laugh. Was this a comedic silence or was the audience just uncomfortable and looking for some form of expression.

I was laughing for the full length of the show, but I am not sure exactly why. I would go to watch the show again since I know there is no reproducing the chaos that transpired on that stage. If you are open to seeing a show that leaves you saying WFT did I just see, then this was the show for you.

 

Fringe: Home Cumming

Artifakt from Vancouver B.C., Canada presented Home Cumming starring Magalie Rouillard-Bazinet. The show is about a woman who has lost her ability to have an orgasm.

So much of her life was validated by passionate relationships, sometimes multiple sexual relationships at a time. Seated in front of the audience Magalie was boisterously sexual at times lying on the chair to demonstrate her awkward but athletic sexual positions to hilarious effect. I found her energy on stage delightful.

Though young, her many sexual encounters and her hunt for more made her like a cougar, ready to pounce. When horny, Magalie would flirt like a master. Her sexuality would exude out of every pore. But underneath the bold sexual advances there was vulnerability and insecurity.

Her identity became so tied to her sexuality that she lost sight of who she was. Always having men in her life meant that they defined who she was based off what they wanted from her. It was only when she could learn to love herself that she could find a road to inner peace and happiness.

When Magalie discovered that there are passions outside of sex, she could recover her joie de vive.

 

Fringe: Onwards!

Onwards! presented by Big Empty Barn Productions from Montreal Canada starred Bremner Fletcher Duthie who sang and played instruments while telling stories. Around the stage were a series of lamps which could be activated with foot switches. Each of his variety acts would require different lighting which he initiated with taps of his toes.

Bremner was tires of auditions. Auditions require an actor to want to fill the role of what someone else requires of them. He reenacted an audition of  some insipid ad campaign to comedic effect. At first he delivered the line fairly straight. Then when asked to show more enthusiasm he overacted the line with operatic bravado. It was hilarious but at the audition he was told to get off the stage.

Fringe helped him realize that he didn’t need to wait for someone else to offer a role that might not fit his personality, but instead he could perform for himself. In a world that increasingly relies on robotic messaging it is more important than ever to remain human and chart your own course. The show had the flavor of an old time vaudeville act.

I couldn’t find any one theme that tied together all the acts but it seemed like Bremner was having wild sweaty fun, so I gladly went along for the ride.

Remaining show times for Onwards! Big Empty Barn Productions Montreal Canada. Yellow Venue in the Shakes. Rated 18 and up. Tickets are $15. Be sure to get a Fringe button for entry.

Saturday May 23, 8:30pm

Sunday May 24, 7:35pm

Russian Memorial Hocklingerweg Hemer, Germany

In the final months of World War II, the area around Islerohn Germany saw the surrender of German forces to the American troops. My father, 1st Lieutenant Arthur Thorspecken with his C-Company in the 75th Infantry Division, moved into Hemer to help liberate Stalag VI-A, one of Germany’s largest POW camps.

The Americans of the 75th Infantry Division distributed U.S. Military rations to the starving prisoners. Approximately 22,000 men were found at the camp with 9000 of those in the camp “hospital”. Patients suffered from Tuberculosis, Dysentery, Malnutrition, and Typhus fever. Inmates were from the Soviet Union, France, Belgium, Netherlands, Poland, Italy, Yugoslavia, Romania, Great Britain, Canada and America. American War photographer Joseph D. Karr was on the scene documenting the struggle to keep men alive. Despite being offered food rations, many men were just too far gone. Over 100 men (mostly Soviets) kept dying every day. Soviets were given half or less of the rations that other nationalities were given and over the week before liberation there was no food distributed in the camp since the cooks and guards had retreated East away from the advancing American troops.

Two cemeteries were established for the mass graves for all the men who were dying. The exact number of men who died is hard to calculate. Some researchers think 24,000 men lie in the two cemeteries. Others think that number is too high, while others think that number may be far higher, based on the rising numbers of inmates who died at the end of the war. The goal of commemorating is to never forget. Future generations need to know what man is willing to do in the name of an ideology and how quickly a society is willing to throw away basic moral principles.

Early in the war, the first men who died were buried in a forest near the Stalag. The dead were buried in simple wooden coffins. Most of these men were French (166) and Polish (42). By 1945 there were 335 graves. War graves agreements after the war, insisted that the bodies be returned to home countries. The remaining graves were then moved to the two cemeteries dedicated to the Stalag dead in Hemer.

The numbers of Soviet dead kept growing exponentially. They had been through the hell of war, capture, forced stays in the front-line Stalags followed by excruciatingly long cold train rides into the Reich where they were immediately put into forced labor details. Additional land had to be acquired from a Protestant parish for the hundreds of men who were dying each week. The bodies were carried on a horse drawn carriage on the shortest route up the hills and winding roads to the cemetery. Long excavated trenches had been dug, and the bodies were unceremoniously thrown into the pit. People walking down the street, or passing by train could see the grisly scene. There was no secrecy to the mass murder taking place.

By the end of 1943 all the rows had been filled with bodies. The capacity of the cemetery was exhausted. More than 3,500 Soviet prisoners were buried in 16 mass graves in about 15 months. Since men were buried with bodies stacked on top of one another, about 3 men deep, it became impossible to figure out who was buried where. At first there were distinct rows with metal plates to delineate the rows, but over time the landscape was flattened and a featureless lawn with a few birch trees remains. The metal plates had been discarded or lost.

A small concrete monument had been built by Soviet inmates after the liberation of the camp, but it was replaced by a memorial stone designed by Menden Germany sculptor, Walter Voss. It was dedicated on the Sunday of the Dead, in 1967. The stone says: Rest. Soviet Citizens who died in the years 1941-1945 far from home. The number of deceased, at 3000, was the credible number at the time when the stone was carved. As of 2021, 3,513 of the Soviet prisoners could be named. The exact number may never be known.

La Socièti

This sketch was done at a magnificent restaurant in Montreal, Canada called La Socièti. I was eating alone that evening. I remember having a really good stuffed artichoke dish that was delicious.

I am noticing that many of my sketches in public places are of people sitting alone. Edward Hopper is renowned for painting that depict a distinct American isolation. I seem to depict the same thing but it isn’t an artistic choice. I just seem to go places during the quiet hours, especially when I travel.

Today, I had breakfast alone in my hotel but by late afternoon I was having a raucous WWII style dinner with re-enactors in an army tent.I only got one small sketch of the joyous chaos, but I have another chance to catch he scene tomorrow night since they invited me to return.

I could have used Google translate in Montreal but it didn’t have the voice recognition feature. I used the translator quite a bit today but the program isn’t entirely user friendly yet. I have trouble navigating back and forth to translate what I say into French and then in the next moment translate French into English. I am sure t can be done efficiently. I will look at a few You Tube videos tonight to see if I can figure it out.

I lost all battery power on my phone today because I like to listen in on all the conversations around me. Since I am so nosy when I sketch I let the phone die a slow and painful death. It was resurrected in a WWII tent since one f the re-enactors had an iPhone cable. I handed out every business card I had on me today. That had=s never happened before.

Preserving History

I went to Montreal, Canada where the Pam Schwartz, director of the Orange County History Center gave a talk about preserving history after the Pulse Nightclub shooting tragedy where 49 people were murdered in a mass shooting.

The Pulse Nightclub and the Doctor Phillips Center for the Performing Arts became locations where people went to leave memorial items and flowers.

Rather than allow all those items end up in landfills, the Orange County History Center mobilized to collect the memorial items. They were categorized organized and are now at the History Center’s offsite warehouse. Each year after the tragedy the mounted memorial exhibits to honor those who were lost.

I went to several of the History Centers collection days and it was certainly not easy work. Collecting had to be done in the hottest months of the summer. The once beautiful flowers were dead and had a highly pungent smell. The director once told me that she would be happy if she never saw a bouquet of flowers ever again. It is very possible that breathing all that decaying matter affected the lungs of History Center staff.

Some Orlando citizens did not appreciate the work the History Center was doing. To them the collection process looked like grave robbing. There were several people who were combative as the staff did there work on site. The same people would be thankful when they saw how much thought and love went into the memorial exhibits.