a jack-o-lantern wielding poet, a vampire wannabe, a man juggling as protection against marriage, a washtub-bass playing genius, several spontaneous poem-bustions, an accordion-playing bus-driver, a comic book come-to-life, a relaxation exercise gone horribly wrong, a beer-hall anthem to sexual inadequacy, a man with a television on his head, an airplane-reading janitor, a long explanation of short poetry, several moments of unexplainable but totally authentic beauty.
If you would pay $10 to see just one of these things, you will be pleased to know that you can see all of them (or some variations) at an astonishing performance of spoken word, music and imagination unleashed. It's called "That's my Brain and You're Killing it." Here's an ad more info...It's on at the Havana Theatre on Commercial Drive Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday at 8pm. You have to see it to believe it.
M-m-m-m-m-ikaela and I saw it tonight. We laughed our heads off, and we were very quiet in parts. It was good.
Question: What was that about anyway?
mompoet: full up, yup