Photo by Brooke Hall
Last Thursday the good folks at Wham City kicked off their comedy tour in the fabulous basement of the Bell Foundry in Station North. The venue – unfinished and adorned with all manner of graffiti – was transformed from dingy subdomain of a partially refurbished and repurposed industrial relic to an unexpectedly cozy performance space. The ability to use spaces like this in such a way as to allow audiences to forget themselves speaks to the inventiveness and imagination of Wham City. More than this, it appears that the members have a genuine affection for one another. If not I’d like to imagine they do because the effort was triumphant and I’d bet that most of the audience left feeling better than when they came. The optimist in me has to believe that there’s sincerity somewhere in that equation. I’d like to reinterpret the evening by way of haiku. Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
peer into the dark for the love of their laughter no depths too funky Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
one cop-two coppers wet was this slow motion kiss straight man bit anew Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
Bell Foundry walls canvas for outlaw painters lovelier than blah Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
Egg Schrader strange bird happened upon a pun or two the costume cracked up Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
subtle psychosis quiet anger building rage loved laughing at you Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
strange introspection two heads speaking inside one non compos mentis Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
we came here to smile and Wham City delivered thank you belly laugh Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
awkward serenade a reluctant volunteer The Creepers fer sure Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
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Photo by Brooke Hall
Bowie or Schrader eyes closed you would never know look see his package Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
strange faceless weirdo call and scare them all away stalking from afar Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
prestigious award drunken lecturer expelled exponential truth Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
Tool Time gone awry the son of Tim died too soon twisted Wham City Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
Photo by Brooke Hall
well done you who wham your levity made us smile worth all ten dollars Photo by Brooke Hall, haiku by Justin Allen. |
