This Wednesday night took me right back to the 60's yes, I'm that old when I first learned why some playwrights wrote a revue. They couldn't write a full-length play.
But if they wrote a revue, they instantly had permission to put all their unwieldy bits and pieces of theatre, dancing, comedy, singing and music into one bag. They didn't have to work out plot and context and history. And they could deliver a show.
So here I was at Lula Lounge for Lisa Pijuan's RED, which is a revue in this case, an assemblage of diverse performers.
I was wondering what I'd see.
Comic Nile Seguin set the tone for the evening. Youthful energy. He worked the gay jokes, gay sex in prison jokes, his dad, his ethnicity, his city of birth, before climaxing in a joke that ended with the word, poutine.
Your careful reporter is compelled to say that I know all the jokes he told. All of them. And I know many better ones; and many dirtier ones. And I don't really tell jokes or even worry about telling them. So, hey! sorry, but I guess it 'all depends on what you know'. That's from the 60's as well.
But not to digress into 'oldies are goodies' talk. That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying that a professional performer has to perform what They think and feel in formats They devise. They don't re-project what they've studied at school.
All such critical thoughts got pushed aside when singer/songwriter Megan Hamilton sang, "Time always slips away so fast/ Money just don't ever last/ Friends slipped into the past/ Time slips away so fast".