Rule Breaking Dance Party

 

Globe and Mail photo for Dance Dance Party Party Vancouver circa 2008

Have you always wanted to check out Dance Dance Party Party but could never make it on a Tuesday? Or weren’t allowed because you’re a dude? Maybe you can only dance if you’ve had a glass of wine? Whatever your excuse, here’s your chance to have fun with us DDPPGirls on a Friday night!

Everyone is invited to this public, rule breaking  DDPPVanCity!

Friday April 20, 2012

Beaumont Studios  316 West 5th Ave Vancouver, BC

Doors at 7:30pm Dancing  8-10pm

$10 at the door (cash only)

More info: 

Dance Dance Party Party VanCity is a fun-focused, ‘fitness’ class where no one tells you how to move.Dance Dance Party Party started in NYC by a couple of girls who were tired of the club scene. “Let’s rent a dance studio and invite our friends. That way we can do our craziest dance moves, without having to dress up, wear painful shoes, get creeped on my boys or have to pay expensive cover charges.”That’s how it got started. Now there are DDPP chapters all over the world!

This special edition of Dance Dance Party Party was created at a mingler for Girl Gangers and their friends! Why? Because we needed a fun mingler event, and why not Dance Dance Party Party?!

YES, that means this event is open to EVERYONE! (Yes, men too!)

DJ’ed by Emiko DDPP member and local party DJ.
Wine and Beer available!!!
What to wear: whatever you want, be prepared to sweat!

Facebook event

Rewind Button – Rubber Soul

The Rewind Button is a group blogging project instigated by Rachel Tynan. As part of her New Years’ Resolutions for 2012, she set out to listen to Rolling Stone’s top 50 albums of all time. Rebecca Stevenson thought it would be fun if a group of bloggers listened to the same albums at the same time, then posted their reactions. The Rewind Button is the group of bloggers who are going through the Top 40 and posting about a new album every Thursday.

Why is Rubber Soul not #1 on the Rolling Stone list?! IT’S AWESOME! There are no animal noises! I only once felt like they, or I, was on drugs (The Word). It’s credited at the first pop recording to use an actual sitar, in the song Norwegian Wood, AND Rubber Soul is full of hummable, lovely, toe-tapping pop songs. If I had been a girl in 1965 I totally would have had Beatlemania. 

Instead I am the girl that told my parents that NKOTB was going to be bigger than The Beatles. They laughed in my face, and still make fun of me about that comment to this day. Had I actually been exposed to this entire album as a child I would never have made that comment. Dear lord, I wish I had listened to this instead of ‘Hangin’ Tough’ and ‘Games’ ad nauseam.

I loved this album so much I even looked it up on Wikipedia to find out more information about it. This is what amazed me: “The Beatles broadened their sound, most notably with influences drawn from the contemporary folk-rock of Bob Dylan.”

Say Wha?! I didn’t connect with Bob Dylan’s Highway 61 album or the first Beatles album the Rewind Button covered, but I LOVE this one. 

Math time:

Bob Dylan + Sara Bynoe = meh

The Beatles other albums + Sara Bynoe = okay

The Beatles + Bob Dylan influence = Sara in <3

My one criticism is, “Mi-chelle my belle, these are words that go together well,” is a terrible lyric. Yet I find it adorable. 

Do yourself a favor and listen to this album. Also, save a young girls ears and give her this album. 

Other Rewind Button Reviews for this album (at they’re posted):

Music Quest

Betty Livin’

Pimplomat

1Throne

Renee Sylvestre-Williams

Love is a Verb

Reb Stevenson

The Name Game

I have a terrible affliction. I’m forgetting people’s names and faces. Sometimes I’ll remember one but I rarely can put the combo together. Especially if I meet someone in one context and see them in another. I’m either incredibly rude or, I think, I’ve reached my quota for names and faces.

I have forgotten the names/faces of men I’ve dated.

I have blanked on co-workers names, including former bosses.

I deleted people from my memory that I knew in Calgary when I moved to Vancouver, then I did the same to Vancouverites when I moved to London, then I moved back to Van and now I’m screwed. 

Yesterday I ran into an old friend, whose name and face I remembered, she told me a funny story about a guy she briefly dated. This guy is an actor and as she doesn’t know many actors besides me (sure, sometimes I act, roll with it),  she asked him if he knew me.

His reply, “Oh yeah, I know her. I hate her.”

“Why do you hate her?”

“Because she forgot my name.”

Oy. Of all the reasons to hate me, that is the dumbest I’ve ever heard.

Dear unnamed actor, I’m sorry I didn’t remember you. I doubt we had any conversation substantial enough to merit me saving space in my brain to align your face and your name together. If we were to meet again, I might recall your face. But you have to learn not to take little things like this personally. Consider it a compliment to your future career as a character actor. 

Sincerely, Sara – the woman who has been around the block too many times 

Highway 61 Revisited

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The Rewind Button is a group blogging project instigated by Rachel Tynan. As part of her New Years’ Resolutions for 2012, she set out to listen to Rolling Stone’s top 50 albums of all time. Rebecca Stevenson thought it would be fun if a group of bloggers listened to the same albums at the same time, then posted their reactions. The Rewind Button is the group of bloggers who are going through the Top 40 and posting about a new album every Thursday. 

This post is overdue. Thanks to starting a new job and Easter. 

When I think of Bob Dylan I think of every hard to understand, harmonica playing, Ray-Ban wearing, cue card flipping, impression ever done of this legendary singer-songwriter.

I think about the movie Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story. 

I think of Forrest Gump and the scene when the “You can sit here, if you want to” girl sings naked at a strip club. 

Listening to an entire Dylan album opened my eyes to what the real Bob Dylan actually sounds like, yet it was parody confirming.

This album made me feel sad, lonely, old, frustrated, and it confirmed that I am living in a much different time than 1965, when this album was released. Gone are the days of revolutionary music (Ballad of a Thin Man). Gone are the songs with only verses and no chorus (Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues).

Listening to this album was a challenge, but it wasn’t because of Dylan’s nasal, untrained voice. For me, it was the durational mono-rhythms that put me to sleep (Desolation Row). I knew the lyrics were supposed to be important and that Dylan is often called ‘a voice of his generation,’ but to my ear the monotony of his voice and the repetitive rhythms numbed my attention robbing me of the narratives I wanted to hear.  .. sort of. 

Possibly because I’ve been busy settling into a new day job, I had a hard time listening to this album in one sitting. At the time of writing this review, I probably listened to each song a few times and instead of hearing the nuances of each song and having them grow on me, I recoiled more than the last time. Perhaps I’m just never in a Bob Dylan mood. This might help explain why that is: my all time favorite song is Deee-lite’s ‘Groove is in the Heart.’

Other Rewind Button bloggers in this series who probably paid more attention to this album than I did are:

Zachary Stevenson 

Music Quest

1Throne

Pimplomat

Renee Sylvestre-Williams

Say Wha?! April Edition Announced

Say Wha?! is a comedy night where engaging and charismatic performers put their comedic spin on some of the most cringe-worthy, embarrassing and painfully earnest writing in print.

Say Wha?! has been running monthly for nearly two years and has been a part of the Vancouver Comedy Festival, Olio Festival, Vancouver International Poetry Festival, Vancouver Fringe Fest stage and it went to Victoria (co-produced with Not Your Grandma’s Poetry). 

Monthly show, the third Wednesday of every month at the Cottage Bistro.

Next show: April 18, 2012

Hosted by Sara Bynoe

Readings by:

Caitlin Howden
Teddy Kellogg
Reese McBeth
Joel Wirkkunen
Taz Van Rassel

$5-10 at the door – suggested $10 
Cash Only

Cottage Bistro- 4470 Main Street 

www.SayWhaComedy.com

The Rewind Button – Revolver

The Rewind Button is a blogger challenge. We must listen to the Top 40 albums of all time as chosen by Rolling Stone and post our reviews every Thursday. Week 3: The Beatles Revolver. 

My boyfriend thinks I’m going about this project completely wrong. “You’re listening to these albums on your laptop speakers,” he says. “But snarkiness is my thing, and I’m not a real music reviewer,” I told him, “Plus, I don’t own a decent sound system.” Then he gave me that look. You know, the squinty eye gaze that tells me he’s holding back what he really thinks. I’ll admit this to you: he has a point. 

When I was young and music was important, I would lock myself in my bedroom and devour entire albums in one sitting. I’d open the jewel case and carefully slide out the booklet. Laying on my stomach, propped up by my elbows in a grunge rock sphinx pose, I’d listen and read the lyrics wanting to understand every element of the music. Today I listened to Revolver while tidying my apartment. Times have changed. 

My music appreciation has been cornered into my weekly Dance Dance Party Party classes where I look for upbeat, bouncy tunes that I, and ladies of all ages, can groove to. I appreciate music with my body, not my ears. The lyrics? If I’m not distracted by shaking my booty or like today, giving my clothing a smell-test before I hang it back up in my closes, I might catch a phrase or two. 

With my boyfriend’s judgement hovering over me, I tried to pay attention to Revolver with 10% more awareness than I’ve given past albums on this challenge. Thankfully this album clocks in at 35 minutes, so my 2012 short attention span could just barely handle it. 

I liked Revolver. I liked it more than the other two albums the Rewind Button has previously covered. It was fun, accessible, and there weren’t any annoying falsetto harmonies.  It brought me back to my grunge rock days when I had a friend who was OBSESSED with the Beatles; she had her entire bedroom wallpapered in photos, album covers and Beatlemainia paraphernalia. Revolver is an album I’d gladly listen to again. Perhaps while doing my dishes or reading the Sunday paper. 

What stood out:

* The songs are so short. This was so refreshing. Why does every song today have to be 4 minutes long ? Perhaps artists of the UK understand that a piece will be as long as it needs to be, like how the original Office TV show was only 12 episodes long (plus two Christmas specials). 

* Elenor Rigby. I forgot how much I enjoy this song. It made me a little verklempt. Does that happen to anyone else?

* Good Day, Sunshine. My mother used to sing this in the morning. I forgot where it came from. I think I’ll start singing it in the morning too. It’s a better choice than ‘Good Morning’ from Babes in Arms. 

* Sitar!!!! I’m a huge fan of glockenspiels but sitar definitely is in my top 5 favorite instruments, along with clapping and triangles. Can you guess what the other instrument might be? 

Wikipedia shows how short the songs are, and how everyone got a crack at singing lead on this album, even Ringo.

Other Bloggers in the Rewind Button challenge:

Reb Stevenson: Life Doesn’t Have to Suck  -  Musicqwest -  Betty Livin - Pimplomat - Love as a Verb  - Grad Student by Day -  La Belle Vie -  ZacharyStevenson.com –  1Throne

Fifty Shades of Say Wha?!

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If you missed last night’s Say Wha?! show, you missed my reading of 50 Shades of Grey. There is just too much bad/goodness in this book and too much hype around it not to share it with you, my lovely blog readers. I did live-tweet my reading of the book and got some positive feedback, but I feel the need to provide you with a further explanation of the latest literary sensation. It will blow your mind.

50 Shades of Grey by EL James is the New York Times best seller in fiction right now (combined print and e-books). The Trilogy of the Grey Stories (this title along with Fifty Shades Darker - and Fifty Shades Freed are the top three sellers in e-book fiction.

Right now I am thanking goodness for e-books because my litearary/comedy show Say Wha?! Readings of Deliciously Rotten Writing (where comics read from and comment about the worst books ever published) is about to reach further into the depths of cray-cray than I ever imagined. Granted, Fifty Shades is on par with Wet Goddess: Recollections of a Dolphin Lover.

Written by EL James, a TV executive and mother of two, who developed the “Grey” books from fan fiction she wrote online in tribute to Stephenie Meyer’s “Twilight” novels. The book was published by an Australian publisher in early March of 2012 (that’s only three weeks ago!) and then was bought for six-figures by Vintage Books, a subdivision of Random House with a hardcover release date in April 2012 (so soon!).

Because of this crazy (not quite cray-cray, but still ridiculous) hype over the last few days, top executives from Warner Bros., Sony Pictures, Fox, Universal and Paramount are trying to get the rights to all three books.

But what is this “mommy porn?” book about?

Plot Summary … ish by Sara Bynoe

SPOILER ALERT - This contains major plot points and highlights some awful writing, but it doesn’t get sexually graphic. I’ve saved that for you and your e-reader – go and enjoy it.

Anastasia Steele, a 21-year-old student, living in Vancouver, WA in the year 2011, who trips over her own feet, blushes a lot, rolls her eyes a lot, has never been drunk at the start of the story (but is almost a lush by the end), drives an old VW Bug, Majors in English Lit, is obsessed with ‘the classics’ – especially British/ UK writing, she has a killer body, but doesn’t care about/have clothes (although, apparently she wears the ‘bo-ho’ look well), may or may not be a poor (but her Mom has a pool), is just about to graduate University, and move to Seattle.

Our ‘heroine,’ is sent by her roomie/ best friend, Katherine Kavanagh, (sometimes Kate) to interview Christian Grey for the University paper because Kate (the valedictorian, of course) is deathly ill (not really) and cannot do it herself.

When Anastasia Steele arrives to his Seattle office she meets a handsome, grey-eyed, 27 year old billionaire of a … manufacturing company? farming? investing?- it’s not really clear what he does, but he’s rich and he has a thing about not wasting food.

Instantly Anastasia and Christian have a ‘charge’ between them. He is ‘beguiled’ by her in ways that are never adequately explained – just like Edward’s attraction to Bella in Twilight is just something you have to accept. Naturally, the hottest man on the planet likes the girl no one has ever noticed before; this is how you write romance, people!

Christian also talks in the most formal way I have ever heard anyone speak in the Pacific North West; which is known for: being the worst dressed place on the planet, Starbucks, rain and pot. Where he got his prim and proper formality we’ll never know. It’s all “Miss” this and “Mr.” that. It’s also pointed out early on that he is a “control freak.”

Cut to the meat of the story. Christian Grey wants to enter a Sub/Dom relationship with the girl that’s never had a boyfriend in her life (despite having two other decent men in the story madly in love with her). To heighten the stakes Mr. Grey has written up a contract that outlines all the rules of being a Dominant and a Subordinate (for anyone who’s entered the new millennium unaware of the S&M community). Important note about the contract: no fire play and no fecal matter will be involved. Phewf.

The virginal (of course) Anastasia is torn because this is a frightening situation, but he’s a billionaire, and “for the first time in 21 years I want to be kissed.” Really? Oh yeah, and she’s also never masturbated. Never in her life!

Christian then buys Anastasia a Mac Book Pro to research Sub/Dom relationships on the Internet, because she’s a university student whose never heard of this, who also doesn’t own a computer. WHAT?! She’s graduating University this week and she doesn’t own a computer? Are you freaking kidding me?! She goes for a run with an iPod prior to him buying her a Mac. Where does she upload the songs from?! Gah!!!!

She then mentions several times that she will only uses this top of the line Mac to search the Internet and to email him. GAHHHH! Is this supposed to make me hate her?! Because this was the point where I really wanted to slap Anastasia … and Christian.

He also buys her a Blackberry, so he can keep in contact with her at all times. Like I said, he’s a control freak. Or just your typical Dom.

While emailing Christian questions about the Sub/Dom relationship he shows up at her house twice, minutes after she emails him. Apparently Anastasia and Katherine don’t have a lock on their front door.

Shortly after a date with Christian where he sees that she drives a VW Bug, he decides her car isn’t safe so he buys her an Audi. At this point the book is like Pretty Woman (the movie) on speed, and crack, except that there’s no piano sex scene. Wait, that happens later.

At one point he takes her on a date to his apartment in Seattle by flying a helicopter from Portland himself, at night.

When he finds out she’s a virgin he’s super pissed off because he wouldn’t have asked her to be his Sub if he’d known this. Luckily he soon “rectifies that situation,” by having the first vanilla sex in his life. Why is that? Because he was seduced by his mother’s friend when he was 15 years old into a Sub/Dom relationship where he was the Sub. This went on for six years. Guess what her name is? Mrs. Robinson.

Oh yeah, and when Ana gets to Christian’s house she sees his sex dungeon. Or as he calls it the ‘Red Room of Pain.’

The first few times they have sex he leaves his shirt on. I don’t care how hot he is, this is never a good look on a man. Later when his shirt does come off, the author doesn’t even describe his chest at all. That’s terrible writing! Eventually there is mention of some spots (possibly cigarette burns) on his chest, but this never gets explained. I guess we’ll have to read further into the trilogy to find out more.

Thankfully, Mr. grey-eyed Grey wears a condom every time they have sex, which is a lot. But like any red-blooded American man he pays a doctor a lot of money to come to his house one Sunday to put Ana on the pill. He announces this by saying, “are you ready for some contraception?”

Christian takes a keen interest in her cycle, then after she’s taken two birth control pills it’s – ahem – open season. Because that’s how birth control works, right? Immediately? I thought so.

At graduation, Christian Grey hands out degrees, because he’s so important to the University, and then he meets Ana’s father (okay, not her real Dad but the one she grew up with). The two are starting to enter a ‘normal’ relationship and Christian is experiencing a lot of firsts. First time sleeping in the same bed as his lover, first time being photographed with a girl by his side, first time meeting a girl’s parents. This gives you an indication about his twisted sexual history. See, he’s just never known the love of a good girl before!

Anastasia moves to Seattle with Katherine, who by this time is dating Christian’s brother. Of course. They live in a modern loft by Pike Place Market that Katherine’s parents have bought for her. Naturally.

Throughout the book Ana hardly ever eats or has an appetite. This concerns Christian, and me; it’s a bad example for women to follow, then again, Anastasia Steele is hardly a role model. She’s incredibly naive and extremely jealous of every woman Christian has ever been with before.

On most of their dates they always eat first and then have sex. How many of you listen/ read Dan Savage, who coincidentally lives in Seattle? He always stresses fuck first, eat later. If Christian was in the Sub/Dom community of Seattle, don’t you think he’d be aware of Dan Savage’s advice? I rest my case. This book is terrible. But, wait, there’s more!

She meets his family: Mom, Dad, brother (whom she met earlier) and his sister that lives in Paris. She goes to his parent’s house and is the first girlfriend they have ever met. Another first! When she goes to Mr Grey’s parent’s house Ana doesn’t wear underwear underneath the halter-top dress borrowed from Kate; apparently Ana doesn’t own any clothing of her own. After dinner they have sex in the boathouse.

This is where the books really ventures into kink and they start to play with sex toys: floggers, those balls that you stick inside your vagina, and mild spanking.

Finally, Anastasia gets back to work and goes on two interviews with local publishing houses where she wears another one of Kate’s dresses, “a black pinafore over a white blouse,” like some sort of servant from the 1900s. At least it’s not a halter-top.

Then Anastasia goes to Georgia (the State, not a new character with a ridiculous name) for some time away from Christian, his contract and his Red Room of Pain, to visit her mother. Of course, Christian wants to fly her there in his private jet, but she refuses his charity. When she checks in at the Seattle airport she finds that she’s been upgraded to first class. Guess who did that? None other than the best boyfriend/Dom in the world! In the first class lounge Ana gets a manicure, massage and two glasses of Champagne. Really? The first class lounge Sea-Tac has all of that, and it’s on the house? I call bullshit. This is what I got when I Googled ‘First Class Lounge Sea-Tac.’

While in Sea-Tac’s amazing first class lounge this gets written: “I open up my MacBook, hoping to test the theory that it works anywhere on the planet.” Ugh. Anastasia clearly has no idea how computers, let alone travel, works.

The whole time Anastasia is away trying to clear her mind about this situation she’s constantly emailing and texting Christian. Her mother and her talk about a lot of things and Ana gets some motherly relationship advice. “She is on her fourth marriage. Maybe she does know something about men after all.” I don’t think this line was meant to be ironic.

Of course, Christian shows up in Georgia then meets and charms Ana’s mother. Ana and Christian also have sex in his incredible hotel room. Of course.

Blah Blah Blah. The story goes on, this time with more angst, and a little dark night of the soul.

The sex gets a little rougher and Ana still won’t sign the contract. She wants a normal relationship with this “fifty shades of fucked up” billionaire, but he won’t budge, despite experiencing so many ‘firsts’ with Ana already.

I won’t spoil the ending too much for you, except to say it involves a spanking and Ana leaving him. Oh yeah, and she got a job at a publishing house.

What Really Bothered Me About The Book aka What Made It So Good For My Say Wha?! Show

There are a lot of sex scenes – so many I stopped counting. In each of them there’s about four pages of build up (taking off clothes, showers etc) and then about 200 words of sex. Always Christian is ready for round two INSTANTLY, like in the next paragraph. This book is not just fiction, it’s fantasy.

This book was clearly written by a Brit who didn’t do her research, then published by Australians who didn’t know what they were talking about. I hope the Vintage editors can comb through this atrocity.

British Examples

* “I’m not keen on coffee.” She prefers tea, English Breakfast.
* She’d rather go to England than Paris.
* She once refers to pants as “trousers.”
* She says she’ll go “fetch” things.
* On the plane she takes a “carry on rucksack.”
* She refers to flying from Seattle to Georgia as ‘crossing the continent.’ I’m sorry but 70% of Americans aren’t even aware that they are part of a continent.
* She says, “it’s nice to feel mollycoddled sometimes.”

Things They Think Are Sexy That Are Not

* “Holy Crap, he’s wearing a white shirt, open at the collar and grey flannel pants that hang from his hips.” (FLANNEL? Really? Well, it is set in Seattle. But in not 1993!)
* Converse shoes are mentioned frequently. I think these shoes have a cool brand feeling but are NOT sexy.
* Halter tops. Anastasia Steele wears at least three halter dresses and a halter-neck tankini (Hello 1993).
* Pig tails. In 2011 did you ever see a girl the age of 21 in pig tails? No, it’s not in the context of a Catholic school girl fantasy.
* 27 year old Christian Grey (born in 1984) likes Bruce Springstein. “Gotta love Bruce.” I don’t buy it. There is no irony in this book.

Repetition

Thanks to the search function on my Kindle I know that Anastasia Steele talks about her ‘inner goddess’ at least 60 times.

Here are my favorite examples:

“My subconscious screams at me. My inner goddess is doing back flips in a routine worthy of a Russian Olympic gymnast.”
“My inner goddess is doing the meringue with some salsa moves.” (Why not just the meringue?)
“I examine the list (referring to the Sub/Dom contract’s acceptable bondage positions), and my inner goddess bounces up and down like a small child waiting for ice cream.”
“My inner goddess looks like someone snatched her ice cream.”
“My inner goddess sits in the lotus position looking serene except for the sly, self-congratulatory smile on her face.”
“My inner goddess is doing the dance of the seven veils.”
“My subconscious has passed out, and my inner goddess is endeavoring to look brave.”
“My inner goddess has a ‘do not disturb sign’ on the outside of her room.

This book was tremendous fodder for my comedy show and I’m so thankful for it.

Even the Character Anastasia Steele Has a Say Wha?! Moment

“He reaches between my legs and pulls on the blue string – what? – he gently pulls my tampon out and tosses it into the nearby toilet.” (Note: this is not a good for your plumbing. Christian Grey should know better.)

But all of this pales in comparison to my biggest issue with this book:

Anastasia Steele, who lives in 2011, wants to get a job in publishing, and just graduated University without owning a computer or having email. WTF?!!! How is that possible? She owns an iPod!

Now, to its credit, there are moments when the book is kind of hot. It’s pretty hard to read a book with so much sex and not get turned on. I lost count but I think there’s at least 15 sex scenes, compared to 3 in other romance novels I’ve read. The downside is that it’s so completely unbelievable you’re thrown right out of the story. How they hope to make a movie out of this, I don’t know. Then again, people liked Twilight.

I will leave you with this brilliant line:

“I could gaze at him all day, but I have needs – bathroom needs.”

Rewind Button – Beach Boys

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The Rewind Button is a group blogging project that I’m participating in. We’re taking on Rolling Stone‘s Top 40 albums of all time and writing our own reviews of them. There will be a new album and review each Thursday.

The second album on the Rewind Button blogger’s task is to listen to Pet Sounds by the Beach Boys, this is Rolling Stone’s #2 album of all time.

Let me get this straight, I hate The Beach Boys. I despise their male falsetto harmony. It’s the same reason I don’t like The Barenaked Ladies and never got into Moxy Fruvous. Add that to The Beach Boys desire to sing about California girls, and I just want to vomit. 

Luckily, one of my fans sent me a message about this project. He reminded me that what I’m known for is making fun of really terrible writing, not music reviewing. He is so right! He suggested I look at the lyrics of these songs, and thus my ears have been saved from agony! Here’s my review and thoughts based solely on the lyrics alone. I’ve linked to lyrics pages for each song title.

Wouldn’t It Be Nice

This is a song for 16 year old boys to play to their 16 year old girlfriends so they can get laid. At least that’s my interpretation.

You Still Believe In Me 

Is a song about an abusive relationship where the guy is a jerk and the woman keeps coming back. Then he manipulates her by crying. 

That’s Not Me 

Story: Guy thinks he needs to be tough, leaves home, gets scared, says his girl needs him, he’s been through changes (aka drugs), now he’s back because he’s lonely. Poor, poor rock star.

Don’t Talk (Put Your Head On My Shoulder) 

Shut up, let’s cuddle.  

Waiting for the Day 

“He hurt you then, but that’s all done
I guess I’m saying you’re the only one
I’m waiting for the day when you can love again

You didn’t think that I could sit around and let him work
You didn’t think that I could sit around and let (watch) him take you
You didn’t think that I could sit around and let him go
You didn’t think that I could sit back and let you go
You didn’t think . . .”
 

 Yikes. Revenge of the rebound guy. 

Sloop John B

I’ll let this terrible song speak for itself:

“The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don’t they let me go home
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on”

Yeah,  me too!

 God Only Knows 

“I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it”

What?! You just contradicted yourself.  I know this song is supposed to be romantic but I find it kind creepy.

“God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows …..”
 

I Know There’s an Answer 

The answer is either meditating or drugs.

Here Today

A jaded love song. It’s half telling us to say in the moment and the other half is saying ‘never forget the pain!’  The only song, so far that I can relate to. 

I Just Wasn’t Made For These Times

“They say I got brains
But they ain’t doing me no good”

Clearly. 

Caroline 

Story- Girl grows up, boy doesn’t. Oh, Beach Boys, no. 

This album cover is almost as good at the lyrics. What the world needs more of is petting zoos. So true, Beach Boys!

One thing I’ve been thinking about with this project. Why did we start at #1 and work our way down? Does this mean they’re only going to get worse?

The Rewind Button Bloggers include

http://rebstevenson.com/2012/03/the-rewind-button-pet-sounds/

http://love-as-a-verb.blogspot.com/

http://www.pimplomat.com/

http://reneesw.com/blog/

http://www.gradstudentbyday.blogspot.com/  

http://sarahkelsey.posterous.com/

http://sarabynoe.com/blog/

http://zacharystevenson.com/

http://www.1throne.com/

The Economics of Producing Indie Arts Events

I recently read Misha Glouberman & Sheila Heti’s book The Chairs Are Where the People Go. In it there is an essay called “These Projects Don’t Make Money” that really hit home with me.

To summarize, the essay talks about Misha’s successful lecture series, Trampoline Hall and how because it is popular people think it makes a lot of money. The show costs $5 to see and is performed for 80 people once a month (similar to Say Wha?!). Simple maths tell me that means the show makes $400 before deducting costs.

He points out that many artists assume that their audiences understand the economics of their shows, and you know what happens when people assume. They get it completely wrong. Misha says it might be a good thing for audiences to understand more about the economics of how these events are produced. Perhaps if audiences knew how it all broke down they might start to think about supporting cultural events in a different way.

I mention this because Dance Dance Party Party Vancouver just started up again. For reasons I don’t quite understand, I’m often asked about the economics of this class. The question posed usually goes something like this, “Where does the money go?”

This is how that question translates in my mind: “God! $7 to drop-in to a class where people just dance around with the lights down to someone’s iPod mix? That seems expensive.” 

In the spirit of “These Projects Don’t Make Money” I want to explain the economics of producing indie arts events to you, or at least my own. 

I’ll start by explaining how Dance Dance Party Party Vancouver works. It’s a drop-in rate per person of $7 per class, that includes HST. Instead of renting the space which would cost me approx. $50/ hour out of my own pocket, I am involved in a profit share. Mount Pleasant Community Centre gets 40% of the $6.40 and I get 60%. That’s $3.84 per person in my pocket once I invoice the community centre at the end of the season. The average attendance for the class is between 13-15 people. Some classes have 30+ attendees, and some have had as little as 4. That averages about $45 per class.

Then there are the costs associated: downloading music (yes, I pay for it), printing promotional material (I just printed 500 business cards and it cost me $40 plus tax), and, of course, there is my time. My time has to be worth something, right? There is a lot of admin work beyond the hour of dancing. There’s prep time if I’m DJing, marketing time, creating Facebook events, tweeting about the show, writing press releases and sending them out. If I have the money to make posters there is a lot of time spent walking into businesses and putting them up in windows. Plus my Tuesday nights are booked getting ready for the class. This means I can’t take other work those nights, which would probably pay me more than $45 for the evening.

So, I do make some money, but it probably works out to less than minimum wage. 

My other show, Teen Angst Night works on the same principal except I don’t pay for the space or spilt the door with the venue. I often try to find a place like a cafe or bar that will let me use their stage for free in exchange for bringing in customers. People who read at Teen Angst Night plus a guest get in for free. The cost of the show is usually $5.

Say Wha?! Readings of Deliciously Rotten Writing is different, in that I pay everyone who reads on the show a percentage of the door (it usually works out to about $20-40).  This is why the show is a suggested ticket of $10 but works on a sliding scale to accommodate people’s budgets. 

Now, I’ve been going to indie shows (and punk rock gigs) since 1994. Back then I paid $5 per gig. Nearly 20 years later the cover charge is still $5. I have issues with this. 

Compare it to the minimum wage, compare it to the cost of a drink, compare it to the average rent in this city, indie shows barely ever charge more than $10, which is less than TicketMaster’s handling fee. I don’t know if it’s because comedy show producers think this is all their audiences will pay, or they feel bad asking for more money, or that audiences have a psychological barrier and will only pay $10 or more for an event if it’s special or for someone from out of town. 

In the interest of full disclosure I should mention that I do not have a ‘normal’ 9-5, 5-days a week, 40+ weeks of the year kind of job. I do contract work to pay my bills, and I often don’t know where my next paycheck is coming from. Some indie producers are lucky enough to have jobs like this, most don’t. Some have successful careers getting small parts in Film and TV. I have yet to break in to that scene (don’t ask why, or get me started, that’s a whole other issue). 

My dream is to be able to live off of my shows and my writing. As of yet, I’ve not been able to find a steady, benefit including job that can give me the flexibility to produce as many shows/events as I do. 

I suppose I’m in the ‘paying your dues’ part of my career. It’s an interesting level to be at; not young enough to be considered ‘emerging’ and not successful enough to be a professional. Not ‘established,’ ‘arty,’ or ‘not-for-profit society’ enough to be eligible for government grants, so I fund these events myself.  I am very fortunate to have a strong and supportive audience, that I am able to pay myself back as well as pay myself for my time. This helps. I am very grateful for my audiences.

If these shows and events were not as moderately as successful as they are I wouldn’t keep doing them. That is the one benefit of being an indie artist. I can take chances and do whatever I want to do, unlike a not-for-profit society or arts company that has to keep on mandate for a board of directors.

Then again, this is something I’m looking into. 

If I was in it for the money, I’d have quit years ago. I’m in it because I love doing these events. The joy and fulfillment I get from Dance Dance Party Party (or my other shows) is worth the time and energy I put into it.  

So, there you have it, the truth as Misha and Sheila shared with me; these projects don’t make much money. I might be in the paper a lot, and people are attending my shows, but I’m not getting rich off of this.

Now you know.