Havana Show- TTP premiere!

Hello dear friends! This is going to be a pure happy post. If you need some total cynical horrified and inspired look at the world, feel free to read my diary entries instead.

Anyways, I just wanted to take some time out of my day to reflect on how great our show at Havana Theatre on commercial drive went. I was blown away, because this was our first show featuring Tiny Tricycle Poets (A)LIVE. It was such a wonderful time, I feel like I genuinely had the opportunity to become the clown that I am on the inside, on the outside, express my poetic voice and feel so alive and welcome all at once. Even thinking about it I get all smiley.

This is especially perfect because we were so afraid people weren’t going to make it because of the blizzard and super bowl Sunday and local sports team and weather and grocery store traffic- but it all worked out fine in the end. We also realized the cross over between football fans and poet friends is so miniscule it might be imaginary

.  Everyone came in ready to slap some peanut butter on their cast and howl at the sun with us and boy was it exciting!

We began with our legendary, and stolen, manatee joke.

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The Havana theatre, which was voted the best hid theatre in Vancouver, is a great black box stage and we packed in about 40 folks in for our show. We wore turquoise to celebrate our TTP presence and have nominated aqua marine as our official make poetry weird again™ colour.

Andrew had a lovely set, where I believe he performed Languages better than I have ever witnessed. Also, he had me dying on the ground in a sobbing laughing mess with his Australian lyrical analysis of Iggy Azaela.

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Then Emma hit the stage with some amazing poetry. She did her signature pieces, Tortured Artist and Who’s a Planet Now? And went into some really cool poetic stuff talking about memory, identity and relationships. Eloquent, graceful and plucked in with some wackiness where she nostalgically read out brainstorm list of names her poetry group for Hullabaloo came up with me. My favourites include “Shane Boyzcan Girls” and “Sarah Kay whatever” as well as “Hira and the dick rippers.”

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Then came my moment to expose my deepest secrets on the stage. I began with an animated stretch, growl mind body exercise followed by intensely loud interrogation. I hit my 2 year old poem, Hi I’m, then I did He said He Wanted to Pluck Me, The To Do List, Dirty Lamppost and Honest Poem. I think I did some other ones too, but I can’t remember. I definitely hit some intense stage banter about my acro yoga experiences and beyond.

Also, as a type this on a couch in a library there is a couple furiously making out behind me which is making typing this very difficult. Though I don’t see them, I hear them and it frankly disgusts me. I would never kiss or touch anyone.

Anyways, back to the sow. It was really great, my favourite part though was when Andrew discovered half of a raffle ticket on the ground and I drew it pretending someone had won a free book and told Andrew to hide the lucky ticket. I explored the stage looking for it, when I read it out loud I read my pone number and told the people that though they didn’t win a free book, they certainly can go on a date with me and buy my book for ten bucks. Never have I seen a crowd so disappointed.

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Anywho! I can’t wait for our next show because this was super fun. Oh wait, our next thing is coming up this Sunday… better start preparing for the workshop!

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