Friday, January 15, 2010
New Year, New Life
Russell here: I'm on my way to a Bikram Yoga class in 30 minutes and I have to walk Midge, whom Gill and I are dog-sitting for Em until February, so I've got to keep this short and to the point. And I wanted to make a public proclamation. 2010 is my year. It's my year of bringing all the elements I've been working on (acting, writing, directing and producing) together to make films. Lots and lots of films. I have my 2010 schedule - quite ambitious, but you have to start somewhere, right? No more excuses. I don't have a job to blame. I just have myself to answer to. And all the stories I'm turning into movies, just waiting to be told. As I write, Haiti has been decimated - the government is saying that over 200,000 people have died. I can't believe it. It's such an enormous tragedy that happened so fast. So because you never know when death will take you, that makes life so precious - every moment - to savour and enjoy. So I am savouring this moment and am striving for this year to be productive and filled with health and joy. Because the alternative doesn't look good. My wishes go out to Haitians for aid, water, food, shelter and healing to come swiftly.
Friday, October 2, 2009
What? Over a year ago?
I can barely believe it.
This blog was supposed to be our haven, our confessional, our tell-it-all to the world of our complete travels across the vast country of Canada in our pursuit to play our play, Crude Love: Love in the Time of the Oil Sands to anyone who would come. But we got tired.
So we simply performed the play and focused on that, and we spread the word by the old traditional way of word-of-mouth. And somehow that worked.
To recap:
In Winnipeg, we got slammed. Not only did we have to rent our own venue, but we had to rent a venue that was too far away for people to come to, unless they really wanted to see your play. But somehow, even after performing in Winnipeg for three years prior, we still hadn't developed a following. Or even a loathing. So we lost our shirts, and our morale, and Gill even lost her identity - some thieving retailer double-swiped her bank card and stole her pin. They put a phony cheque of $800 into her account, and then tried to take it out. But little did they know that she only had $5 in her account, so they got nothing, and she got notified, and then we got depressed. Because we only had $5 in her account. Ah, the glamourous life of a fringe tour performer!
But in Saskatoon, things started to turn around. We stayed with the inimitable Peter Kooey, and his lovely girlfriend, who treated us like family. They were so hospitable, and supportive of our play. We got a decent review in the paper, and started selling tickets again. And then a reviewer from Edmonton came to preview the play for the largest festival on the circuit, and loved it.
Because Edmontonians could buy tickets online, we started selling out in Edmonton even before we arrived. Unbelievable! It was helpful that our venue only held 100 people, but the word got out fast, and we were the only show in the whole fringe that sold out every single show. We were overjoyed. The Greenpeace Stop-the-Tar-Sands folks came and loved the show. We received incredible donations for Greenpeace in Edmonton, and the quality of the play rose as well. We were offered Pick of the Fringe, but turned it down, in favour of traveling to Victoria - too bad they overlapped.
Victoria was a great short stop along the way, bringing in fast cash for Greenpeace, and a favourable last-minute review from Monday Magazine. And what a joy to breathe in that coastal air again.
But the climax of the tour was most certainly found in our home town Vancouver, where again we sold out every single show - it helped that we could only squeeze 60 people in the venue. But reviewers and audiences alike loved the play. We managed to pull off a play that we had been dreaming of - a love story set in the near future with a political bent, not beating people over the head with it, but caressing them with it. We had many wet eyes at the end of shows, and our performances were never stronger.
We were voted Pick of the Fringe, and sold out the Waterfront Theatre (a dream of mine since The Reefer Man tour) two out of our three extra shows. It was a monumental event for us. We received standing ovations and the most money collected for Greenpeace in any city on the tour. Vancouverites rock! We were featured on the cover of the Georgia Straight weekly magazine, with an excellent article by Colin Thomas. We were given more than we had asked for.
But, on the night of our first sell-out at the Waterfront Theatre, I found out that my grandfather Sidney Goodman had died. Right after our last performance, we flew back to Toronto for his funeral, and I quickly realized again how fragile life is, and how short. We went from Sidney's graveside service to our friend Sarah Jane's beautiful fall wedding. And then back to Vancouver.
And in a quiet, two post-fringe performances, we closed the Crude Love tour at the Jericho Arts Centre, playing to small houses, coming back full circle to where we had begun in Montreal.
We collected an incredible $4,370.10 for Greenpeace's End-the-Tar-Sands campaign. We collected an armful of 4 and 5-star reviews, and we got to perform 62 times in the span of five months over eight Canadian cities. It was an incredible way to realize the fruits of our honeymoon writing retreat in Nicaragua. And I personally feel like the luckiest man on the planet, to be married to such an incredible woman - a talent like Gillian is rare - she is a brilliant actress, a soulful writer, and the most amazing wife and lover I could have ever imagined. Our love is anything but crude.
This blog was supposed to be our haven, our confessional, our tell-it-all to the world of our complete travels across the vast country of Canada in our pursuit to play our play, Crude Love: Love in the Time of the Oil Sands to anyone who would come. But we got tired.
So we simply performed the play and focused on that, and we spread the word by the old traditional way of word-of-mouth. And somehow that worked.
To recap:
In Winnipeg, we got slammed. Not only did we have to rent our own venue, but we had to rent a venue that was too far away for people to come to, unless they really wanted to see your play. But somehow, even after performing in Winnipeg for three years prior, we still hadn't developed a following. Or even a loathing. So we lost our shirts, and our morale, and Gill even lost her identity - some thieving retailer double-swiped her bank card and stole her pin. They put a phony cheque of $800 into her account, and then tried to take it out. But little did they know that she only had $5 in her account, so they got nothing, and she got notified, and then we got depressed. Because we only had $5 in her account. Ah, the glamourous life of a fringe tour performer!
But in Saskatoon, things started to turn around. We stayed with the inimitable Peter Kooey, and his lovely girlfriend, who treated us like family. They were so hospitable, and supportive of our play. We got a decent review in the paper, and started selling tickets again. And then a reviewer from Edmonton came to preview the play for the largest festival on the circuit, and loved it.
Because Edmontonians could buy tickets online, we started selling out in Edmonton even before we arrived. Unbelievable! It was helpful that our venue only held 100 people, but the word got out fast, and we were the only show in the whole fringe that sold out every single show. We were overjoyed. The Greenpeace Stop-the-Tar-Sands folks came and loved the show. We received incredible donations for Greenpeace in Edmonton, and the quality of the play rose as well. We were offered Pick of the Fringe, but turned it down, in favour of traveling to Victoria - too bad they overlapped.
Victoria was a great short stop along the way, bringing in fast cash for Greenpeace, and a favourable last-minute review from Monday Magazine. And what a joy to breathe in that coastal air again.
But the climax of the tour was most certainly found in our home town Vancouver, where again we sold out every single show - it helped that we could only squeeze 60 people in the venue. But reviewers and audiences alike loved the play. We managed to pull off a play that we had been dreaming of - a love story set in the near future with a political bent, not beating people over the head with it, but caressing them with it. We had many wet eyes at the end of shows, and our performances were never stronger.
We were voted Pick of the Fringe, and sold out the Waterfront Theatre (a dream of mine since The Reefer Man tour) two out of our three extra shows. It was a monumental event for us. We received standing ovations and the most money collected for Greenpeace in any city on the tour. Vancouverites rock! We were featured on the cover of the Georgia Straight weekly magazine, with an excellent article by Colin Thomas. We were given more than we had asked for.
But, on the night of our first sell-out at the Waterfront Theatre, I found out that my grandfather Sidney Goodman had died. Right after our last performance, we flew back to Toronto for his funeral, and I quickly realized again how fragile life is, and how short. We went from Sidney's graveside service to our friend Sarah Jane's beautiful fall wedding. And then back to Vancouver.
And in a quiet, two post-fringe performances, we closed the Crude Love tour at the Jericho Arts Centre, playing to small houses, coming back full circle to where we had begun in Montreal.
We collected an incredible $4,370.10 for Greenpeace's End-the-Tar-Sands campaign. We collected an armful of 4 and 5-star reviews, and we got to perform 62 times in the span of five months over eight Canadian cities. It was an incredible way to realize the fruits of our honeymoon writing retreat in Nicaragua. And I personally feel like the luckiest man on the planet, to be married to such an incredible woman - a talent like Gillian is rare - she is a brilliant actress, a soulful writer, and the most amazing wife and lover I could have ever imagined. Our love is anything but crude.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Great faith
It's been more than a month since our last entry. Could be that Winnipeg knocked the stuffing out of us. Could be that we are run ragged. Could be that we are damn lazy bloggers. So here is the summary. We had a hard time getting people to our show in Winnipeg BYOV and lukewarm reviews. We were disheartened. We thought about pulling out of the tour. It felt like it just wasn't working. We wondered: Is it worth it? Does the show stink? Are we happy? Should we persevere? And we did.
We had a successful and fun stop over in beautiful Saskatoon. Not a lot of theatre goers in that town, but the few are mighty. And people truly enjoyed the show. We enjoyed doing it. Especially enjoyed the incredible generosity of Peter and Carol, our hosts in that town. Intelligent and lovely people. Peter also runs the Off Broadway Arts Centre, our venue, and the green room which was a raucous sanctuary for all the performers. This is the stop where we all get to know each other, relax, play fussball and darts and drink. Spoof night was a big hit. We loved spoofing the fabulous "Die Roten Punkte". Now, we are in Edmonton. My family is amazing. Everyone is so supportive and nurturing and kind. It's good to be home. Especially since we are 4 tickets away from having sold out our entire run. We may be one of the only shows, of 135 here in Edmonton, to have done that. I credit my family, my Mom, Dad, Gayle, Iain and Karen and Ian(from Ottawa) spreading the word. But we are totally shocked at all the sell outs and buzz around the show. We've had amazing reviews, intelligent reviews, full houses and people who get the show. It is set in Edmonton's back yard, after all. Of course the people in this province would be interested and would show up to support us. We'd love to do a province wide tour, including Fort McMurray, if only a producer would set it up. So we are half way through the Edmonton Festival and almost entirely sold out. We've been asked to stay and do a hold over. Which is a lovely honour, though we may have to pass because of our commitment to the Victoria Fringe which Edmonton overlaps with. So what a difference a city makes. I can't believe that with the same show, we tanked in one city and are flourishing in another. Perhaps this is evidence that if you persevere, things might, just might get better and those things you hope will come true actually can. When we were writing the play, I read a Buddhist saying which was, I think "Great Question, Great Courage, Great Faith". We wrote this quote on a piece of paper and hung it on the wall above our desk. I looked at it daily and wondered if keeping focussed on these great things leads you to where you need to go. If faith is enough. Wondered if courage could be confused with crazy. If faith could be confused with obstinance. And now, we are enjoying such success. People are getting the show. The message is getting out. And we seem to be taking people on a journey in our little hour onstage. So maybe those Buddhists have it right. And it is great persistence that is required when what you have is a loving husband, a cat named Whiskers, and the hope that all you labored for maybe, just maybe, can come to something more. And sometimes it does. You just have to dig deep. And keep going. And hold on.
We had a successful and fun stop over in beautiful Saskatoon. Not a lot of theatre goers in that town, but the few are mighty. And people truly enjoyed the show. We enjoyed doing it. Especially enjoyed the incredible generosity of Peter and Carol, our hosts in that town. Intelligent and lovely people. Peter also runs the Off Broadway Arts Centre, our venue, and the green room which was a raucous sanctuary for all the performers. This is the stop where we all get to know each other, relax, play fussball and darts and drink. Spoof night was a big hit. We loved spoofing the fabulous "Die Roten Punkte". Now, we are in Edmonton. My family is amazing. Everyone is so supportive and nurturing and kind. It's good to be home. Especially since we are 4 tickets away from having sold out our entire run. We may be one of the only shows, of 135 here in Edmonton, to have done that. I credit my family, my Mom, Dad, Gayle, Iain and Karen and Ian(from Ottawa) spreading the word. But we are totally shocked at all the sell outs and buzz around the show. We've had amazing reviews, intelligent reviews, full houses and people who get the show. It is set in Edmonton's back yard, after all. Of course the people in this province would be interested and would show up to support us. We'd love to do a province wide tour, including Fort McMurray, if only a producer would set it up. So we are half way through the Edmonton Festival and almost entirely sold out. We've been asked to stay and do a hold over. Which is a lovely honour, though we may have to pass because of our commitment to the Victoria Fringe which Edmonton overlaps with. So what a difference a city makes. I can't believe that with the same show, we tanked in one city and are flourishing in another. Perhaps this is evidence that if you persevere, things might, just might get better and those things you hope will come true actually can. When we were writing the play, I read a Buddhist saying which was, I think "Great Question, Great Courage, Great Faith". We wrote this quote on a piece of paper and hung it on the wall above our desk. I looked at it daily and wondered if keeping focussed on these great things leads you to where you need to go. If faith is enough. Wondered if courage could be confused with crazy. If faith could be confused with obstinance. And now, we are enjoying such success. People are getting the show. The message is getting out. And we seem to be taking people on a journey in our little hour onstage. So maybe those Buddhists have it right. And it is great persistence that is required when what you have is a loving husband, a cat named Whiskers, and the hope that all you labored for maybe, just maybe, can come to something more. And sometimes it does. You just have to dig deep. And keep going. And hold on.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Opening Night in Winnipeg!!!
A 30 pound cat named "Whiskers" has fallen in love with me. Talk about crude love.
Yes, sports fans, we have arrived safely in Winnipeg despite our car rattling like spare change and it stalling a couple of times yesterday. Some guy in Dryden, Ontario at the Husky gas station was just driving back from Tofino and suggested we need a coat hanger to stop the rattling of what is maybe our exhaust something or other. Also he was kind enough to notice that our oil cap was off. Like ships in the night, he said "yeah, it sucks to be Eastbound".
So we arrived. This morning we pick up posters and flyers and start postering. We are late and it looks like all the coveted spots are already taken. Then we tech the show for 3 hours this afternoon. Flyer people this evening and pray to God we can get some people out to our opening at 11 pm.
I forgot to mention that our number 1 Fan, beside Whiskers the aforementioned cat, is Corey Bennett who came to every single one of our shows in Toronto. 7 in all! And Frank made 5! Jan made 4! We couldn't believe it. The Bennetts like us. They really really like us. Its almost disturbingly stalkerish and also beautifully supportive. My sis did come to 2 and that's with 2 small children at home, so that is also a feat. Not that it's a competition. But wow, our families are lovely.
Some things that happenned to us on the way around Lake Superior: I saw a car in the ditch with other cars that had stopped on the side of the road. Then I saw a person, or a body, lying on the grass next to it with someone holding his hand. He didn't look conscious. Don't know if it was a person who had been run over. The ambulance and police cars arrived shortly thereafter. Hope that person was OK. Gives us all reason to pause at the frailty of life. Which leads to what our main topic of discussion was, "What is the purpose of life" and are we close? I'll just throw that one out there. Some ideas: To be Happy, To Grow, To Give, To Experience, To Learn, To Discover, To do your best with what you have.....
And we saw a bear.
We are now staying in a small house with a very sweet woman who is going to a wedding and a perogy festival outside of Chicago tomorrow. She lives basically next door to the tarmac of the Winnipeg airport. So every 4 minutes it sounds like a jumbo jet is going to land on our head. Or that we are under attack.
Gotta run to the printers. "It's opening night!!"
p.s. Have I mentioned how much I love my husband lately? 24 hours a day together in a small car in the very creepy landscape North of Wawa and we didn't gnaw each other's faces off or anything, though cannibalism seems somehow fitting in that remote and foggy tundra. No, we are still in love and I am so grateful.
But I can't say that I'm quite as grateful for the newfound affection I am receiving from Whiskers....Crude love indeed.
Yes, sports fans, we have arrived safely in Winnipeg despite our car rattling like spare change and it stalling a couple of times yesterday. Some guy in Dryden, Ontario at the Husky gas station was just driving back from Tofino and suggested we need a coat hanger to stop the rattling of what is maybe our exhaust something or other. Also he was kind enough to notice that our oil cap was off. Like ships in the night, he said "yeah, it sucks to be Eastbound".
So we arrived. This morning we pick up posters and flyers and start postering. We are late and it looks like all the coveted spots are already taken. Then we tech the show for 3 hours this afternoon. Flyer people this evening and pray to God we can get some people out to our opening at 11 pm.
I forgot to mention that our number 1 Fan, beside Whiskers the aforementioned cat, is Corey Bennett who came to every single one of our shows in Toronto. 7 in all! And Frank made 5! Jan made 4! We couldn't believe it. The Bennetts like us. They really really like us. Its almost disturbingly stalkerish and also beautifully supportive. My sis did come to 2 and that's with 2 small children at home, so that is also a feat. Not that it's a competition. But wow, our families are lovely.
Some things that happenned to us on the way around Lake Superior: I saw a car in the ditch with other cars that had stopped on the side of the road. Then I saw a person, or a body, lying on the grass next to it with someone holding his hand. He didn't look conscious. Don't know if it was a person who had been run over. The ambulance and police cars arrived shortly thereafter. Hope that person was OK. Gives us all reason to pause at the frailty of life. Which leads to what our main topic of discussion was, "What is the purpose of life" and are we close? I'll just throw that one out there. Some ideas: To be Happy, To Grow, To Give, To Experience, To Learn, To Discover, To do your best with what you have.....
And we saw a bear.
We are now staying in a small house with a very sweet woman who is going to a wedding and a perogy festival outside of Chicago tomorrow. She lives basically next door to the tarmac of the Winnipeg airport. So every 4 minutes it sounds like a jumbo jet is going to land on our head. Or that we are under attack.
Gotta run to the printers. "It's opening night!!"
p.s. Have I mentioned how much I love my husband lately? 24 hours a day together in a small car in the very creepy landscape North of Wawa and we didn't gnaw each other's faces off or anything, though cannibalism seems somehow fitting in that remote and foggy tundra. No, we are still in love and I am so grateful.
But I can't say that I'm quite as grateful for the newfound affection I am receiving from Whiskers....Crude love indeed.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Back on the road
Wow, we have been horrible about updating this blog. That's life on the road. We are currently at a little place called "Adams Hotel" in Sault St. Marie. It is 7 am and we have to hit the road. Heading for Thunder Bay. It is freezing outside. Feels like the winter in July. So not much time to update the blog before we hit the Husky truck stop for breakfast but here are some highlights:
Ottawa was amazing. My sister and brother in law made sure we were well caffeinated. Ian roasts his own beans. Hubba hubba. He also helped us enter the age of facebook (join our "Crude Love" facebook group!) Before my first show in Ottawa, we were rehearsing the new blocking as we lost a stump in the show in Montreal and had to reblock a lot of the stuff. So we are in the yard a couple of hours before leaving for the show and Jasper, who is 5, wanted to watch. Jasper was so excited he sat in a chair and tried really hard not to say anything to interrupt. Next thing I know, I look over and he has found one of our posters and he is just holding it up over his head, with both hands, like at a hockey game or something. So funny. When I told him I was nervous, he said "don't worry, just think of me". Karen and Ian fed us and we flew out the door, me thinking of Jasper and wondering how you can be so heroic in the eyes of a child and yet so inconsequential in the eyes of a reviewer.
Ok, but highlights. Right? Cosmic adventure and Jasper's 5th birthday. Cosmic adventure is a giant, padded, locked down child's fantasy land. 3 stories of tubes and nets. Or as my sister said "a giant hamster cage". I played a lot with Audrey who is so adorable!!!! She really likes to climb things but isn't so much a fan of the balls you slide into at Cosmic adventure. You know, those ones they used to have at IKEA. Anyhow, great birthday, great visiting with Karen and Ian and Jasper and Audrey, great show, great award, great audiences. Ottawa was a very enthusiastic place where we felt the show start to lift. Great visit with Paul and Carol and their new baby. Feels like in Ottawa we were surrounded with children and babies, which gave us pause to wonder if we would ever have the energy to have kids. Is it like having a Fringe show? Constant and so many annoying things to do to service it. But then you know it's over and you can go have a beer or visit with a friend. Hmmmmm.
The road beckons. So Ottawa was great. Hit Muskoka and Jan and Frank's beautiful place we call "Golden Pond" for one day of rest. Though it was pretty busy with Russ dressing Frank in a Polar Bear suit and making him paddle around the lake in the hot sun while Russ filmed. Then made him stand on the side of the road trying to hitch a ride. Frank was great, really got into the role. A funny family dynamic. Toronto was great. Saw lots of friends. Stayed with lovely Ritsa and Emmanuel, and with Sarah Jane and Kenton. And Frank and Jan. So bounced around and caught up with lots of friends. Wondering if we should move to Toronto. Not as friendly as Ottawa. A little aloof generally, but we had our first sell out! And the buzz was good. It feels so great to flyer people and then flyer someone who saw the show and loved it. Recommended in the Toronto Star with a nice write up, good write up in the Eye with 4 stars and listed as one of the Best of the Fest (along with about 40 other shows). We had bad experiences with our techs and the Toronto Fringe Festival itself. But that is for another blog.
We have to leave the Adams Motel and make our way around Lake Superior today. By the way, it's big. Oh, we ran into Don Mckellar at a chip stand in the middle of nowhere yesterday. We stopped for a bite. The stand was right next to the Shell station in Muskoka Country. Not even in a town, but near First Nations land. It took the 13 year old boy at the chip stand a long time to make our food, so Russ talked to Don while we waited. We wondered what he was doing standing at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Then we saw his bus pull up and he got on. This is a guy who is an eminent Canadian Filmaker, he just adapted a nobel prize winning novel, and he is taking the bus into town. That's the Canadian Arts and Entertainment industry. You, too, can be a star....
Ottawa was amazing. My sister and brother in law made sure we were well caffeinated. Ian roasts his own beans. Hubba hubba. He also helped us enter the age of facebook (join our "Crude Love" facebook group!) Before my first show in Ottawa, we were rehearsing the new blocking as we lost a stump in the show in Montreal and had to reblock a lot of the stuff. So we are in the yard a couple of hours before leaving for the show and Jasper, who is 5, wanted to watch. Jasper was so excited he sat in a chair and tried really hard not to say anything to interrupt. Next thing I know, I look over and he has found one of our posters and he is just holding it up over his head, with both hands, like at a hockey game or something. So funny. When I told him I was nervous, he said "don't worry, just think of me". Karen and Ian fed us and we flew out the door, me thinking of Jasper and wondering how you can be so heroic in the eyes of a child and yet so inconsequential in the eyes of a reviewer.
Ok, but highlights. Right? Cosmic adventure and Jasper's 5th birthday. Cosmic adventure is a giant, padded, locked down child's fantasy land. 3 stories of tubes and nets. Or as my sister said "a giant hamster cage". I played a lot with Audrey who is so adorable!!!! She really likes to climb things but isn't so much a fan of the balls you slide into at Cosmic adventure. You know, those ones they used to have at IKEA. Anyhow, great birthday, great visiting with Karen and Ian and Jasper and Audrey, great show, great award, great audiences. Ottawa was a very enthusiastic place where we felt the show start to lift. Great visit with Paul and Carol and their new baby. Feels like in Ottawa we were surrounded with children and babies, which gave us pause to wonder if we would ever have the energy to have kids. Is it like having a Fringe show? Constant and so many annoying things to do to service it. But then you know it's over and you can go have a beer or visit with a friend. Hmmmmm.
The road beckons. So Ottawa was great. Hit Muskoka and Jan and Frank's beautiful place we call "Golden Pond" for one day of rest. Though it was pretty busy with Russ dressing Frank in a Polar Bear suit and making him paddle around the lake in the hot sun while Russ filmed. Then made him stand on the side of the road trying to hitch a ride. Frank was great, really got into the role. A funny family dynamic. Toronto was great. Saw lots of friends. Stayed with lovely Ritsa and Emmanuel, and with Sarah Jane and Kenton. And Frank and Jan. So bounced around and caught up with lots of friends. Wondering if we should move to Toronto. Not as friendly as Ottawa. A little aloof generally, but we had our first sell out! And the buzz was good. It feels so great to flyer people and then flyer someone who saw the show and loved it. Recommended in the Toronto Star with a nice write up, good write up in the Eye with 4 stars and listed as one of the Best of the Fest (along with about 40 other shows). We had bad experiences with our techs and the Toronto Fringe Festival itself. But that is for another blog.
We have to leave the Adams Motel and make our way around Lake Superior today. By the way, it's big. Oh, we ran into Don Mckellar at a chip stand in the middle of nowhere yesterday. We stopped for a bite. The stand was right next to the Shell station in Muskoka Country. Not even in a town, but near First Nations land. It took the 13 year old boy at the chip stand a long time to make our food, so Russ talked to Don while we waited. We wondered what he was doing standing at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Then we saw his bus pull up and he got on. This is a guy who is an eminent Canadian Filmaker, he just adapted a nobel prize winning novel, and he is taking the bus into town. That's the Canadian Arts and Entertainment industry. You, too, can be a star....
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