George has always been passionate about theatre, but didn’t know it. As a young boy he was mesmerized by professional wrestling. “Rowdy” Roddy Piper was an early role model. Shortly thereafter, the explosive histrionics of Pete Townshend would supersede this Canadian icon. George’s attention later turned to American theatre. Jello Biafra became a seminal influence. The “Do It Yourself” ethic was firmly embraced by Perry, and he ventured into the vast repetoire of artists like Paul Westerberg and Steve Albini. As a young adult, he was re-introduced to the works of Townshend. His then girlfriend, Michelle, was hugely impressed by the theatrical production of The Who’s “Tommy”. He meandered through factories, schools, border towns and Michigan for a very long time afterwards. He eventually landed in Toronto. All these influences were brought together in one kettle when George discovered Mooney on Theatre. He understands and personifies that theatre is indeed for everyone. To further this end goal, he contributes.
Carmen Aguirre’s Blue Box is important and sexy. Her solo show spices up an already warm Toronto spring at Theatre Passe Muraille. Heartfelt thanks go out to Aluna Theatre for for this great gift.
As we approached the theatre, my friend Mike opened the door. We both saw and felt “it”. Mike made a comment about the fog from the machine. We felt something far more powerful, more otherworldly and seductive as we entered the 123-year-old building.
The theatre is a converted firehouse in old Toronto. It’s wood and it is organic and it has always been maintained by people. It’s not a condo. It’s not a skyscraper. Its real, it is accessible and I love it. You should too.
Theatre Lab’s Smother breathes more life into funky Toronto neighbourhood
Smother is a play that has everything. I was lucky to see it at Unit 102 Theatre in Toronto recently.
It is the story of a man who wants to start a family of his own. His overbearing mother stands in his way.
I’d never visited this theatre or even this neighbourhood before. I arrived before my friend Mike and waited outside. A man walked by, pulling a wagon with a young boy in a wagon. The boy looked up at me, smiled and waved. I did the same. The tone for the evening was set.