Slap-Happy dANDelion Launch Report
dANDelion Editor Natalie Walschots and Ass. Ed. Jordan Nail should be ecstaticly proud! The dANDelion launch on Friday night was a fun fun night of multi-media-multi-style performance and the issue looks terrific! Congratulations!
The night began with excited people milling about while Jonathan Ball screened short films sans sound, drinking Jonathan HiBalls, the Nedalie, the Jordan Nail. There was a mysterious series of curtains shielding the main gallery from the raucousness. I went in there for some quiet time, only to happen upon David Bateman rehearsing alone in the dark...
Josh Smith, Smithjosh, as he bills himself, performed next. People were likely enjoying The Smith, that is to say Molson Canadian, while he was playing. He is a talented musician and singer, and the crowd was enthused and excited.
We had a break, and people came to the bar to fill up on the Christian Bok, which is of course red wine, or, in honour of the upcoming performer, the ChiChi LaRue (white). Melanie and Peter arrived late and admitted Jordan had browbeat them into buying a subscription, but they were pleased to see all the fun stuff that included! We had dANDelion chapbooks, dANDelion buttons, dANDelion t-shirts, and people who bought the issue got to be entered in to the draw for the fabulous prizes!
David Bateman performed "Jackie-O--the Show She Never Gave"-- if Jackie-O had been a stand-up comedian and a crossdresser named David Bateman, then this would have been her last show! Pink suit, pillbox hat, and I believe those were at least three-inch heels! David came out with Josh accompanying him on guitar, and cheeky crowd-members (mainly Sharanpal) accompanying him with catcalls and wolf whistles. He mixed himslef a drink and sang a little song a cappella. The tremolo would break your heart! "Stand By Your Man" went over really well, as you can imagine. The performance has David's Jackie-O schtick (Jackie, you've got a tight box and no tits! John, get off my back!) morph into a sometimes sweet and often rather harrowing (yet still often hilarious) performance of nostalgia (something about the Christmas tree traditionally being on fire in his family in honour of a cross-bred dog who peed on the family tree in '93...) with slides. I love the slides. It is as if David is performing "university instructor" in addition to Jackie-O, "the poet," in drag... I love it when he sweetly intones "next slide please..."
When David was done, we awarded the fabulous prizes. I had to throw out Paul's ticket, since it would seem shady if my boyfriend won the grand prize (sorry Paul!), but as it turned out, Jordan's dad won the second prize... Heheh. Colin Martin of NoD fame won the first prize which inlcuded fabulous booty donated by McNally Robinson, Martian Press, a dANDelion t-shirt and buttons, a gift certificate for Purr, and a ceramic squirrel lamp. Fabulous!
We drank Canada Dry, or at least drank the Rodrigues (traditional), the Smarty Pants (Heineken) the dANDelioneer, or as I secretly call it, the Hartman Detox (Perrier) and the Papa-D (Strongbow) until derek finally had to chase us all away. Yay New Gallery! They are such good sports and donated the space as well as the liquor proceeds to the dANDelion cause.
Please please please consider buying a subscription to dANDelion-- we need to build up our subscriber base, and if you've ever read a dANDelion and enjoyed it, why not buy a subscription? It is a labour of love for all of us involved. I have to admit, I have picked the funnest job for a board member, which is to say, buying stuff like t-shirts and buttons and helping to plan the party, but it is indeed a labour of love and dANDelion needs community support! Ok, getting off the soap-box now.
See you at the next dANDelion launch of fabulosity?
The night began with excited people milling about while Jonathan Ball screened short films sans sound, drinking Jonathan HiBalls, the Nedalie, the Jordan Nail. There was a mysterious series of curtains shielding the main gallery from the raucousness. I went in there for some quiet time, only to happen upon David Bateman rehearsing alone in the dark...
Josh Smith, Smithjosh, as he bills himself, performed next. People were likely enjoying The Smith, that is to say Molson Canadian, while he was playing. He is a talented musician and singer, and the crowd was enthused and excited.
We had a break, and people came to the bar to fill up on the Christian Bok, which is of course red wine, or, in honour of the upcoming performer, the ChiChi LaRue (white). Melanie and Peter arrived late and admitted Jordan had browbeat them into buying a subscription, but they were pleased to see all the fun stuff that included! We had dANDelion chapbooks, dANDelion buttons, dANDelion t-shirts, and people who bought the issue got to be entered in to the draw for the fabulous prizes!
David Bateman performed "Jackie-O--the Show She Never Gave"-- if Jackie-O had been a stand-up comedian and a crossdresser named David Bateman, then this would have been her last show! Pink suit, pillbox hat, and I believe those were at least three-inch heels! David came out with Josh accompanying him on guitar, and cheeky crowd-members (mainly Sharanpal) accompanying him with catcalls and wolf whistles. He mixed himslef a drink and sang a little song a cappella. The tremolo would break your heart! "Stand By Your Man" went over really well, as you can imagine. The performance has David's Jackie-O schtick (Jackie, you've got a tight box and no tits! John, get off my back!) morph into a sometimes sweet and often rather harrowing (yet still often hilarious) performance of nostalgia (something about the Christmas tree traditionally being on fire in his family in honour of a cross-bred dog who peed on the family tree in '93...) with slides. I love the slides. It is as if David is performing "university instructor" in addition to Jackie-O, "the poet," in drag... I love it when he sweetly intones "next slide please..."
When David was done, we awarded the fabulous prizes. I had to throw out Paul's ticket, since it would seem shady if my boyfriend won the grand prize (sorry Paul!), but as it turned out, Jordan's dad won the second prize... Heheh. Colin Martin of NoD fame won the first prize which inlcuded fabulous booty donated by McNally Robinson, Martian Press, a dANDelion t-shirt and buttons, a gift certificate for Purr, and a ceramic squirrel lamp. Fabulous!
We drank Canada Dry, or at least drank the Rodrigues (traditional), the Smarty Pants (Heineken) the dANDelioneer, or as I secretly call it, the Hartman Detox (Perrier) and the Papa-D (Strongbow) until derek finally had to chase us all away. Yay New Gallery! They are such good sports and donated the space as well as the liquor proceeds to the dANDelion cause.
Please please please consider buying a subscription to dANDelion-- we need to build up our subscriber base, and if you've ever read a dANDelion and enjoyed it, why not buy a subscription? It is a labour of love for all of us involved. I have to admit, I have picked the funnest job for a board member, which is to say, buying stuff like t-shirts and buttons and helping to plan the party, but it is indeed a labour of love and dANDelion needs community support! Ok, getting off the soap-box now.
See you at the next dANDelion launch of fabulosity?
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