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Coming Up in January 2018

In Theatre on January 6, 2018 at 6:56 pm

And now for something completely different/less problematic/more like what I always used to do! All the Theatre you need to see (and more, or maybe less, I dunno) coming this January!  **UPDATED Jan 10 – added Mozart’s The Marriage of Figaro **

ALICE IN WINTERLAND at the Gladstone. One day left for this bit of winter fun! Ends on the 7th (sorry this is late, I’m a bit rusty).


MR SHI AND HIS LOVER at the National Arts Centre Studio. Music and theatre combine in this hotly anticipated arrival to the big room. Plays the 3rd to 13th!

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GETTING TO ROOM TEMPERATURE at the Gladstone. Back from a hot run at Undercurrents, Arthur Milner’s tragicomic wonder starring Robert Bockstael is a sure thing. From the 8th to 13th.


AN INSPECTOR CALLS at Ottawa Little Theatre.  A slapstick live-action cartoon escapade (I’m assuming it’s Inspector Gadget who’s calling).  From the 10th to 27th.


LEGALLY BLONDE at Academic Hall, from the University of Ottawa Musical Theatre Society.  Mostly sold out, but if you hurry you can still nab a ticket to this toe-tapper, based on the classic movie GREMLINS (I think). The 10th to 14th.

887 at the National Arts Centre Theatre, from Ex Machina. Robert LePage returns with a tale of memory, childhood, and some amazing theatre. From the 10th to 27th.


MAD MARGARET (staged reading) at Arts Court Courtroom, from Counterpoint Players.  Part of the TACTICS workshop series, a reading of a new Shakespeare-inspired play about  one of his unsung heroines! On the 14th only.


Alexis Scott in GROUNDED (photo by Andrew Alexander)

GROUNDED at the Gladstone Theatre, from Bear & Co. A one-woman show starring the mighty Miss Alexis Scott (OTS represent!) is a show ya can’t miss. I said it! From the 18th to 27th.

TRANS-SCRIPT at the Gladstone, from Faith and Arts Ottawa. An original play based on transgender experiences, for two nights only!  The 21st and 22nd.

TWELFTH NIGHT at the Kailash Mital Theare (Carleton Campus), from Sock’n’Buskin. One of Willy Shakes’ finest and funniest gets the Socky treatment. From the 18th-29th, and 25th to 27th.

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WHAT A YOUNG WIFE OUGHT TO KNOW at the GCTC. From Hannah Moscovitch…what else do YOU need to know? Go! From the 16th to February 4th.

MOZART’S THE MARRIAGE OF FIGARO at St.Brigid’s Centre for the Arts, from UOttawa. Yeah, we still got opera in Ottawa! LEt’s keep it that way and fill the seats on this gooder. From the 25th to 27th.

A PROMISE IS A PROMISE at the Nepean Creative Arts Centre (the 26th), the School of Dance (the 27th) and Shenkman Arts Centre (the 28th), from Rag & Bone Puppet Theatre. Family friendly fun from some masters, in a show based on the work of Robert Munsch and Inuit Storyteller Michael Kusugak!

LE DIRE DE DI at the NAC Studio, from Theatre la Catapulte et Theatre Francais de Toronto. Directed by the great Joel Beddows! The 31st to February 3rd.

Plus of course, there will be shows popping up from lots of local stalwarts like Crush Improv, Ottawa Storytellers, GRIMprov, the Improv Embassy, Outtake Improv and more, not to mention the usual bits of fun at Live! on Elgin. And if you feel like travelling, there’s also the NEXT STAGE FESTIVAL in Toronto and the WILDSIDE FESTIVAL in Montreal this month! Pretty sweet!

And why this sudden return to promoting upcoming theatre after so much time away? Well, this one is unreservedly self-serving gang, I have to admit, on account of…



KILLER JOE at the Carleton Tavern, from Chamber Theatre Hintonburg. Hoowee! Yes, at the end of this month I get the privilege of making my return to the Carleton ‘stage’ with the most exciting theatre company in town. You heard me! I will speak more of this dark southern-gothic event in an upcoming post, but for now just be forewarned that the real trailer park boys and girls are coming your way from the 31st thru February 19th. Get your tickets now!

Updates as I find stuff I’ve missed! Drop me a line on Facebook or Twitter (links around here…somewhere) if you spot something that oughtta be here. Peace, love, soul, and fuck Albert Shultz (almost made it),

Kevin Reid

Coming next month…Clean House!  Othello! More Killer Joe! UNDERCURRENTS! And much more.  Be there!


In Uncategorized on January 4, 2018 at 3:33 pm

About 20 years ago now, give or take, I was working as a cook in a so-so Italian restaurant in the Byward Market. One evening after work, a bunch of us cooks and servers alike, headed out for a few drinks at the grand old music venue Zaphod’s. We were having a few drinks, having a good time, when I spied one of the ladies I worked with and made a Terrible (capitol T) decision.

I decided, in my lackwit brain, that it would be a pretty ‘cool’ thing if I just hauled off and slapped her on the behind. I’d seen guys do that in movies, and they were usually the ‘cool’ guys, right? So I did it. I slapped her behind. She glared at me, but idiot me still did not get the message. I drank a bit more, a few minutes passed…and I DID IT AGAIN!!! Same hand (mine), same behind (hers), same utter lack of thought process worth a damn. I was being the ‘bad boy’, I thought, just ‘one of the guys’, like us men are supposed to be. I had, it can be told, learned some stupid, stupid lessons in my life up to that point.

Also at this point, the lady in question, who had now been assaulted twice by self-appointed ‘good guy’ me, turned to me and (oh thank christ she was a smart, and strong and fierce individual) looked me right in my beady eyes and said, plain and unmistakeable, ‘Kevin, you know that’s not okay’.

I apologized. I felt like shit. I realized I had done very, very wrong and, to this day, I still feel like garbage any time I think of this memory. I learned a much wiser lesson that day, and I hope I’ve lived by it ever since. I apologize again to the lady in question, who should never have had to be my teacher that night.  And yes, I mentioned I had been drinking, but just for scene-setting purposes. Being drunk ain’t an excuse for anything but a hangover, and anyone who tells you otherwise is trying to get away with something. I was a piece of crap that night, no excuses or caveats. I hope to heck I’ve been a much better person since, and have tried to be.


Still, Zaphod’s was a pretty cool joint, despite my stupidity, amirite?

Why this sudden urge to vent my sins on this practically defunct chunk of blog? Because it is horrifyingly apparent, day in and day out in this world, that SO many of my fellow ‘men’ have similar if not worse mistakes in their past, but chose not to learn the obvious lesson that presented itself. The incredibly simple lesson is ‘don’t sexually assault women (or anyone)’ and yeah, the assaulter on my wee mind today is Albert Schultz of Toronto’s Pepper Theatre (formerly Soulpepper…they get the ‘Soul’ back when this creep is excommunicated forever and ever).

The creep in question, who I’m sure would be considered a very fine individual by Donald Trump, has been publically accused by multiple women of being a serial sexual assaulter.  He has vowed to fight the allegations vehemently, and just FUCK OFF already. I don’t know his excuses or caveats and no one should care. Scumbags like him make my beloved and joyous Theatre a scary place, a dangerous place for so many of its practitioners, a place they don’t feel welcome instead of the wonderful thing it should be…a goddamn STAGE. Open to all, creative and inviting. I hate that these thugs are everywhere, infesting every cranny of this entity Theatre that has meant to much to my life, sickening it from within. I’m an admittedly small potato in the Canadian Theatrical stew, scarcely a homefry, so maybe there ain’t a heullva lot I can do to help. All I can do, at the moment, is continue to abide by the terrible lesson I learned long ago, and start calling out the others, when I can, however I can, maybe just like this, who I see ignoring those same lessons.

And Patricia, Kristin, Diana, Hannah…I don’t know any of you either, and you don’t know me, but of COURSE I believe you. Anyone who doesn’t is the enemy. Anyone who doesn’t still hasn’t learned their lesson. Maybe they don’t want to, I can’t say. I can only add mine to the chorus of voices shouting for Pepper Theatre (no kidding, you don’t get it back yet) to do the glaringly obviously right thing and use this terrible moment to learn a lesson yourselves, and make a change for the better. Make your Theatre a Theatre again. A stage, not a trap.

And just once again, for the record..FUCK Albert Schultz. Fuck that guy hard.

Peace, love and soul,

Kevin Reid

So this is how this blog makes a comeback, huh? Sheesh. Dramatic much. Next time, comic book movie talk!