Relive the show...



May 22, 23, 24, 25, 28, 29, 30, 31 - 2008






The weather looked bleak.  Last week, the outlook for the first week of the show looked awful.  Cold.  Rainy.  Something shifted.  After a cold – rainy dress rehearsal on Tuesday, where I had the cast perform Yes-No, Genes and Back to Back in the space we use for a dressing room. 


So last night, we went ahead, without having to actually perform these pieces in the spaces they were going to be.  Such is theatre.  And Back to Back requires more props than any other play, and two of the actors in that play, are in the play previous to it. 


At 8:15, we lead the unsuspecting audience through a huge old tannery, that houses the Yoga studio.  I’ve gotten lost several times in this building, in spite of the purple stamps on the wall that lead you to some kind of enlightenment, while twisting your body into unlikely positions.


There is a nice big space to hover for the audience.  Many of the ‘audience’ were actually actors, ready for action.  I set up the ‘box office’ on a lovely heavy wooden table covered with a purple sparkly cloth (which was somehow snagged by the second week).  Naturally.  Much to my feigned chagrin, some yoga girl plunks herself onto the table, sitting in the lotus position for the fifteen minutes before the show started.  I pretend to be annoyed...confining my ticket taking area to about two square feet.




Written by Catharine Frid

Directed by David Antscherl

Performed by Carol Lewis & Katharine Mills

At The Tannery District



At eight o’clock, the audience is disturbed by a very loud, almost marching footfall coming around the corner.  I look up to see a grinny faced mime – are there any others?  I say, “Did you want a ticket?”  She indicates she can’t hear me.  Embarrassed, I repeat it, louder.  Everyone is watching.  She shakes her head now, and does an “at your service” salute.  I look to the Stage Manager.  “What is this?”  He smiles.  Afraid.  “This is the person I hired to lead the people around.”  “A mime?  You hired a mime??!!!  I said actor!”  “She is an actor.”  “She’s not an actor – she’s a mime!  We’ll be talking later.”


The mime gives me a pretend flower.  I toss it over my shoulder and tell her to go with the stage manager.





I begin packing up the box office, when a women starts talking to different audience members about her sorry life as a librarian.  The show is afoot.  After boring the audience with her stories, she tries the yoga girl, still meditating on the table.  Within a few minutes, the yoga girl has the librarian tied up in knots and groaning with pain looking for a scarf to sling her arm.  That would be part I of Quests, by Catharine Frid of Toronto.





Pieces of Mime, which happens in several parts, was written by Lee H. Grant of California.  Lee was absolutely wonderful in revising this play to work for this show.



Written by Lee H. Grant

Directed by Tracey Kenyon

Performed by Tracey Kenyon & Bruce Wolff

Performed all over the place.


The mime lead the audience down the several flights of rickety stairs.  A mouse decided to join the fray.  An audience member screams and a glass shattering falsetto,  “A Mouse!”  I think it was a guy.  The poor thing was bouncing down the stairs like a kangaroo, bouncing up the walls.  Finally, he made his escape running right over one of the actors shoes. I swear we didn’t put him in the show. 




Once outside...beautiful sun starting to set, there’s a street guitar player, playing badly and wailing out some romantic song in an angry voice.  The mime imitates him.  He scowls.  She pretends to take out a bill to put in his hat – changes her mind, and puts in a pretend penny.  They have words.  He starts to walk away, and two floors up, a women, one foot out of a large window, starts accosting the crowd.  “Just walk on by!  They always do.  Go on!”  This is Francesca Sanders piece, A Big Front Porch.  It’s  really thoughtful piece about a maybe jumper. 



It was really interesting to watch the crowd – completely engaged by this woman and her story.  It’s one of the two very poignant pieces in the show.  After she moves everyone on, the mime following the guitar player, the audience is lead to a corner, then up a half a block to the KW Bookstore.  A wonderful big bookstore where last year we started the show. Note – this location was changed, as was the order, and ended up on the balcony of the City Hall, where the pictures were taken.






Written by Francesca Sanders

Directed by Gary Kirkham

Performed by Arlene Thomas

At The Tannery District – then Kitchener’s City Hall.





By the time they arrive, the guitar player has set up there, playing his very bad music.  The mime, starts to ‘play’ guitar beside him.   He’s not thrilled.  Finally, after having had enough, he watches in disgust as the mime builds a wall between them, grinning away. 




When he finally lunges for the mime, he is thwarted by the imaginary wall.  He tried to get through, hurting himself of the imagined stone.  No to be out done by a goofy mime, he feels his way along the wall to the edge, and moves his hand around the edge of the wall.  The mime takes off into the store.  The audience, being very smart by now, follows.


Once inside, a couple are reading magazines.  He starts to rattle on about who in his screen play he should name what and why.  She’s barely listening.  It’s a fast paced piece written by Henry W. Kimmel of Atlanta GA.  Mis==Characterization is a short piece where the author tries to second guess what his friends will think if he uses their names in his script, or names that begin with the same letter. 



What he’s really trying to tell his friend, is he loves her.  But she has become lost in a magazine, and when he spills his love to the carpeted floor of the book store, she does not reply.  Thinking she is ignoring him – he couldn’t look at her when he confessed, he exits in a hurry.  Finally, finding something amusing in the magazine, she turns around to find he’s gone.



Written by Henry W. Kimmel

Directed by Nicholas Cumming

Performed by Douglas Morton & Katharine Mills

Performed in KW Bookstore.



The mime then leads the audience along the sidewalk on King St.  Out main street.  Walking by a bit of a seedy bar called Frankies, three smokers outside began yelling greetings...waving their arms, covered in tattoos with studded bands.  One lovely lady, lifted her shirt as she yelled,  “Show me your tits!”  No one did, to the best of my knowledge...but it got a good laugh.  I have to say by this time, a camera man from CTV news was following the audience, filming as he went.  According to people who saw the footage, it included a bit of Mis==Characterization and the mime. 





Once we crossed the street and turned the corner, were  beside the City Hall on the sidewalk.  The mime stopped on a very large grate there....maybe twelve by fifteen feet, maybe bigger, to do some bad mime tricks...juggling, etc.  One of the audience members’ wacky girlfriend had gone ahead, and he takes that moment to show the audience the engagement ring he’s bought.  Asking for advice regarding asking her the big question, etc. 





The audience was very forthcoming with suggestions that ranged from hide it in a fortune cookie, to hide it in ravioli.  The guitar player, makes some cynical comments about marriage, and why don’t you ask her tonight so we can all witness this wondrous occasion – sarcasm dripping like venom.  Gord, the guy, is confused, and then realizes what the guitar guy has misunderstood.  “Why would I... (looking back to where the girl has gone)...ah.  You see she isn’t...”  He stops.  Everyone is watching him and he’s suddenly embarrassed.  He whispers in the guitar players ear, the ring is for his girlfriend – the one he’s with...well, only a sex thing...you know?  No one, or one person would hear this whisper.  Then, while still waving the ring around, he drops it down the grate.  NOooooooooooooo.  With his face pressed against the metal, the girl returns asking what he’s doing.  “Dropped ri...key ring.....my car keys....yeah.”  She says they should go to the security desk in the City Hall.  He doesn’t want her help, of course.  He sees the grinning face of the guitar player, and hauls her along to go see what they can do.  This is Ring Tone, written by myself.  The audience continues their journey, while the guitar player tells anyone who will listen that the guy didn’t buy the ring for the girl he’s with, but for another girl.  It is the new millennium...



Written by Paddy Gillard-Bentley

Directed by Tracey Kenyon

Performed by Roger Sumner, Arlene Thomas & Bruce Wolff

Beside Kitchener’s City Hall


The audience reaches the back of  the City Hall to a stone bench, in between two sconces.  Really nice setting.  To the right and up a few stairs is a green space.  Totem, written by Yohanan Kaldi of Israel, is a surreal play where a blind woman and her seeing eye dog have an interesting and intellectual conversation about life, theatre and peeing. 





“I need to leak.”  Says, Stomp, the dog.  And he bounds up the stairs to find a good place, not the same pole as the last time.  Swanky, the blind women feels the same need, and squats in her long skirt.



It was such fun to see the audience groan when a stream started moving away from Swanky.  I haven’t seen it, but it’s some kind of bladder thing under her skirt.  The audience groaned even louder when the dog returned from his business and stopped to sniff the puddle, while chiding her for peeing there.  I really love this piece, and the actors are really wonderful.


The actors go back the way they came, and once on the great, hear a noise from below.  “Look!  I’m a disembodied head!”  Imagine the audience’s surprise when the look down to see the ‘happy’ couple about twenty feet down, searching for the ring (keys) 





Of course she finds it, and squeals with delight and makes him ask her right there....and so he does...and the audience marches on.”



Written by Paddy Gillard-Bentley

Directed by Tracey Kenyon

Performed by Roger Sumner, Arlene Thomas & Bruce Wolff

Beside Kitchener’s City Hall

25 feet beneath the sidewalk.


They turn into an alcove area in the courtyard of the city hall for the mime and the guitar player showdown.  Sick of her imitating him and making fun of him, he finally pulls out a gun to shoot the mime.  Thank God.  But the mime laughs at him, prancing around...and he looks at the gun, and a smile plays upon his lips. 




He puts away the ‘real’ gun, and mimes taking out a gun, mimes putting a silencer on the gun...the audience loved that, and the mime, looking horrified, pleads, but to no avail.  The guitar player shoots the mime.  The mime takes a bit of time to die, and as her last annoying thing, throws an imaginary rope around the guitar player and dies.  Everyone stares.  Then, the guitar player tries to walk away, jerking the arm of the dead mime.  Ha. 





The librarian from the first play checks the pulse...shakes her head, not too sadly, and dons the mime’s hat.  She looks suddenly in the know, and announces that now she knows the way to go.


And on they go.  As they walk by the fountain, a guy standing there spits into it.  One of the audience members, our actor, Jennifer, is disgusted.  He tries to explain why it’s okay to spit in the fountain. 




She walks up, and lets a very log string of spit fall into his coffee, and walks away.  He looks mortified, and throws the coffee into the garbage. 



Written by Werner Trieschmann

Directed by Tracey Kenyon

Performed by Douglas Morton & Jennifer Cornish


The audience – a little greener – heads down King St.   Right at NYC Pita Co, at an outside table and chairs, two of our actors perform a piece called Yes-No, written by German Munoz, from near Seattle, WA.  That is the dialogue.  Yes no...no...no?  Yes!  The subtext in this piece is beautiful.  Each time it’s performed, it’s a completely different story.




Written by German Munoz

Directed by Gary Kirkham

Performed by Jennifer Cornish & Arlene Thomas

At the Chess place in front of the City Hall


They audience crosses another street, turns a corner, and finds a rough looking man outside the entrance to the parking garage.  He lights up a ‘fag’.  Another guy, a bit punkish standing by looking for a light for his cigarette...


George       (to Wesley) ‘Scuse me mate, can I get a light?

          Wesley looks at him.

Wesley        Hmm… (he searches his pockets, pretending not to find a lighter) Sorry mate, came out without one.

          Pause. Wesley takes another drag from his cigarette.

George       What?

Wesley        Didn’t come out with one.

          Pause. Another drag.

George       Yes you did.

Wesley        No I didn’t.

George       You just had one.

Wesley        (Looking around) Who, me?

George       Yeah, you. You just lit that fag.

Wesley        What fag?

George       That fag.

Wesley        Oh. Yeah. I did.






Seems that Wesley has upon his person – a get out of jail free card in that it’s been scientifically proven he has no generosity gene, and therefore is not about to share anything.  Tom, there was this lovely moment when I realized Bruce, playing Wesley, had come out without the expensive London newspaper I had purchased for him.  He realized it, just about the time he was to have George read a good hunk of dialogue from it.  “Anyone got a paper?”  he asked, hiding the desperation.   Just the sound of crickets.  “Ah, I know, I wrote it on my cigarette pack!  So Roger, the other actor, did a brilliantly funny job of reading this supposed article, from a cigarette pack, turning it in all different directions.  Very fun.


Writeen by Tom Jacob-Ewles

Directed by Paddy Gillard-Bentley

Performed by Roger Sumner, Bruce Wolff & Tracey Kenyon

At the entrance to the Duke & Ontario Streets parking garage


Around the corner the audience comes upon a green space where two actors are tied and blind-folded to a tree in the midst of some shrubbery...tied with bungee cords and skipping ropes of bright colours, and any other things inept robbers might steal while robbing a convenience store.   




On the ground, are the wrappers from these things, with price tags.  Earl, the dead cat, is duct-taped to a beef jerky box with an egg timer taped to him.  The bomb.  They don’t know it’s not a bomb.  They were taken from the convenience store.  They believe they are in the country somewhere, and they only have ten minutes to live...or so.  The conversation goes from what do you look like to I could write a play...to I’m in someone else’s play!  It’s lovely how this piece is layered, and it took us a while to know when she was talking about how wonderful this play could be...if they survive, and when she is in the moment.  This play, Back to Back, was written by J. J. Steinfeld from Charlottetown, PEI (that’s in Canada).  J.J. – didn’t really know how to end it, as these pieces are less obvious than staged pieces...so he starts singing And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain...and she joins in, and the librarian shoos the audience away, as if worried there really is a bomb.


Written by J.J. Steinfeld

Directed by Paddy Gillard-Bentley

Performed by Bruce Wolff & Tracey Kenyon

Performed at the Green Space at Queen & Duke Streets while tied to a tree.


As the audience is leaving the green space, a couple come through the crowd – a snatch of conversation.  She doesn’t want to have an affair, although there is a lot of sexual attraction.  He’s trying to barter, she parries, and says,  “I won’t $#@* you without your wife’s permission.”  He can barely contain his enthusiasm for that idea, as they keep walking out of earshot. 



written by Jennifer Cornish

Performed by Roger Sumner & Katharine Mills


The audience heads toward warmth and alcohol.  They reach the front doors of the hotel where the bar is housed,



...but the librarian keeps on walking....past the doors.  Sitting in my car was Arlene....one of the actors.  Looking straight ahead, she opens all the windows (electric) and turns on her stereo.  Sugar Sugar by the Archies blasts on the stereo, and as we needed  to buy a little time for setting up the bar, we added this music interlude, which had ever single person in the audience dancing and singing on the busiest intersection in downtown Kitchener.  It was really good.



The librarian does a short monologue about finding her path, her true self, and informs the audience while she’s going to call her ex, maybe they can work it out, they can all order a drink and relax for a fifteen minute intermission.  They did.


Last night, for some reason there was a mix up, and we weren’t able to get the back room like we were supposed to...like we rehearsed for....like we set the lights for.  The show went on.


When the audience arrives, a bride, in full regalia, is sitting at the shooter bar slinging back shots of something.  We don’t see her face.  She has maybe three before she notices the audience and challenges...





“What are you looking at?”  It was like the Ferris Bueller moment at the end of that movie.  The bride, left at the alter, the bartender, trying to cheer her up.  This was performed beautifully by Tracey.  Really funny, and sweet and tender....all the things I’m sure you saw it as.  Bride on the Rocks was written by David Wiener from San Deigo.  I especially love when she goes on to describe how her life will end up.  It was wonderful.  The play ends with her losing a bet to the bartender, and agreeing to go home, sleep it off and go on the cruise herself.  She exits, pulling a suitcase behind her. 





Written by David Wiener

Directd by David Antscherl

Performed by Tracey Kenyon & Mark Kochut at The Rum Runner


The bartender tidies up, then walk to a high table with a beautiful woman sitting on a stool.  Some people may have noticed her eyeing the guy in the tie.  Some, may not have.  The bartender leaves and the shark moves in for the kill...or is it a kill?  This play, Quarks, written by William Bolden of Royse City TX., has many of the things I love.  Lots of sexual innuendo and gestures, overtly sexual moments and physics.  A couple that engages in a mating ritual, but are equally armed.  She’s a theoretical physicist and he sells the very computer that she uses.  She studies quarks and he works for a Japanese firm, although, according to her, does  not look Japanese.  For me, the play was equal, close hot, sexy....he asks her to take off her panties, she does – quite expertly letting them slide down her legs, and into her hands where she deftly puts it into his jacket pocket making a pouf.  There is this beautiful moment.  He backs away...just a tiny bit, and she takes it and runs.






Listen, I—


I have to go.


I don't even know your name.






Life is waiting for me.


But what about me?


You're waiting for life.


You have my tie.


You have my panties.


My wife gave me that tie.


My husband gave me those panties.



She threw the last line over her shoulder, while exiting the bar.  And that was the first night. People had drinks in place.  And everything in the world was as it should be.  And the sparks of this very hot play, started some sparks between these two that in three years, have not been extinguished.  Quantum Entanglement.



Written by William Borden

Directed by Paddy Gillard-Bentley

Performed by Jennifer Cornish & Roger Sumner



The end.











Theatre like you never have!  Is that woman beside you part of the show or just strange?

Are those policemen actors who are arresting the young man?   Nope.

Fifteen plays from 45 seconds to 13 minutes long, in places you'd never expect.

In our past events, some plays have been performed in store windows, garbage dumpsters, back alleys and

thirty feet below street level through a grate in the sidewalk. The line between reality and imagination becomes blurred when you aren't sure what is a play, and what is the usual natural theatre of downtown Kitchener.

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