Saturday, April 29, 2017

"Laugh! With Leacock" June 1st, 2017 at Arts Court

Gail Anglin and I will be revisiting Stephen Leacock country on June 1st, joined by a third storyteller (the highly entertaining Mary Wiggin!) and gifted pianist Anne Hurley

"Laugh! With Leacock" is a fundraising concert of the Ottawa StoryTellers, a community arts charitable organization with a mission "to promote the art of storytelling in our community, to nurture and inspire both beginning and experienced storytellers, and to provide tellers and listeners of all ages with opportunities to come together to share and enjoy stories.

I hope to see you there! Here is the official blurb:

"Canada’s king of gentle humour, Stephen Leacock (1869–1944), was for a time the best-known English-speaking humourist in the world. Three of Ottawa’s funniest storytellers, Gail Anglin, Tom Lips, and Mary Wiggin, present a show guaranteed to bring smiles with retellings of some Leacock classics and lesser-known gems.
Whether our hero is braving the terrors of banking, going under the barber’s blade, experiencing star-crossed romance in a little Ontario town, or communing with the Beyond, Leacock has a gift for zeroing in on the all-too-human foibles, fears and follies that beset us all.

Adding to the hilarity will be a Selection of Suitable Songs featuring the popular Lips-Anglin duo with accompanist Anne Hurley."

Venue: The Arts Court Theatre, located at 2 Daly Avenue in Ottawa’s downtown core (at the intersection of Daly Avenue and Nicholas Street), close to the Rideau Centre. Tickets are $25 and can be purchased at Arts Court or online at http://artscourt.ca/events/laugh-with-leacock/.
Presented by Ottawa Storytellers
www.ottawastorytellers.ca

Friends' Coffeehouse May 6th, 2017

I'm delighted to participate in the inauguration of a new coffeehouse series in Ottawa on Saturday, May 6th at the  Friends' (Quakers') Meeting House, 91A Fourth Avenue, Ottawa. I will be the featured performer in the second half of this charity fundraiser , which includes an open stage, performances by six local artists, and a Tiny Arts and Crafts Show. I understand there will be some bellydancing! Doors open at 6:30 and the suggested donation is $10.  

For more information, see the following article taken from this month's Glebe Report:
 
Tom Lips will perform at Friends’ Coffee House on May 6
by Heather White

Building on a long-held coffee house tradition, the inaugural Friends’ Coffee House will be held Saturday, May 6 from 7 to 9:30 p.m. at the Quaker Meeting House, 91 Fourth Avenue in the Glebe. Doors open at 6:30.

Coffee houses, as we know them, started in the 1960s. These typically friendly and relaxing venues feature singer-songwriter performers. The intimate spaces encourage the mixing of
audiences and entertainers. Live folk music is sung, a variety of instruments are played and people sometimes recite poetry. The supportive atmosphere provides opportunities for new talent. And in this informal, relaxing environment new friends are made.

The first Friends’ Coffee House will offer both an open stage and a concert. Six accomplished local artists will share the stage during the first half. Acts include a bluegrass guitarist, a poet, a cellist and a duo singing English ballads. Tom Lips will perform a solo concert in the second half of the evening. He is well known to Ottawa audiences. Tom is an accomplished singer-songwriter, poet, author of stories and storyteller. His musical repertoire is eclectic and includes poignant love songs, frolicking protest pieces, gospel and rock. His voice is described as “deep, beautiful, crooning and almost sensual.” With over 300 songs written, he has published two CDs, performed internationally at music festivals and at concerts throughout Ottawa including the NAC’s Fourth Stage. These memorable performances beckon laughter and tears.

Coffee, tea and sweets will be sold at intermission and A Tiny Arts and Crafts Show will highlight local artists. Five contributors will be selling small works valued at $25 or less.
Admission to the event is by donation  of  pay-what-you-can,  with  a  suggestion of $10. The money received will be shared, a portion supporting a local charity, the remainder going to the featured musician. Volunteers are organizing the event.
 Everyone is welcome at this community  event.  Please  join  us  for  a laid-back evening on Saturday, May 6, and if you would like to take the stage at the next Friends’ Coffee House (Saturday, November 4, 2017), just let us know.

Heather White has lived and worked in the Glebe for 30 years and is part of a team of volunteers organizing the Friends’ Coffee House.

Thursday, March 02, 2017

Song Talk #6: Judgment Day (from the CD "The Devil's Day Off")

“ Man must have no idol and the amassing of wealth is one of the worst species of idolatry! No idol is more debasing than the worship of money! Whatever I engage in I must push inordinately; therefore should I be careful to choose that life which will be the most elevating in its character. To continue much longer overwhelmed by business cares and with most of my thoughts wholly upon the way to make more money in the shortest time, must degrade me beyond hope of permanent recovery.” 

        --Andrew Carnegie https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Carnegie, Scottish American industrialist who led the expansion of the American steel industry in the late 19th century, and one of the richest individuals in U.S. history.  (He wrote this before age 35.)



The title of the song “Judgment Day,” from my CD The Devil’s Day Off, alludes to an idea that probably required no explanation to previous generations.  The concept of a final judgment in which the living and the dead will be called to account for the good and evil they have done in their lifetimes is a prominent one in Christianity and other religions.  Some believers envision it as an event that happens once, for everyone, at the end of time; others anticipate a judgment that happens for each person at the time of death.  Traditional theologies set the stakes very high, i.e. eternal bliss for those who are judged worthy (or at least forgivable) versus eternal damnation for the hardened sinners. 

Whatever one’s views are regarding heaven and hell, there is no denying the appeal of the idea that justice, so inconsistently available in the world we live in, is somehow built into the deeper fabric of the universe, so that good or bad behaviour ultimately counts for something.  Indeed, unless enough people have that belief in some form or other– unless we have a strong conviction that the good and evil that we do matters– we may find ourselves well on the way to creating hell around us during our own lifetimes.

Whether or not there is a final judgment, all of us (with the debatable exception of psychopaths) are subject to the ongoing  judgment of conscience, that “still, small voice” that nags at us whenever something we have done or neglected to do clashes with our sense of what is right.  For most of us, most of the time, it is pretty easy to drown out that still, small voice with rationalizations and distractions.  This can be the case even when the issue is something pretty big. However, when the flow of conscience is plugged, so to speak, it’s possible for the pressure of suppressed guilt to build up until something gives way, resulting in powerful insight, epiphany, repentance, even conversion.  I’m convinced that such an experience, if genuine and deep, can change lives in a profound way (though emotional repentances have a depressing tendency to come to nothing once the emotion passes).



The barons of industry of the 19th and early 20th century included a number of men with roots in Protestant Christianity (Scottish Presbyterians, for example).  By and large these tycoons were a ruthless, tight-fisted lot, corrupt by modern standards, who appeared to insulate their business practices quite thoroughly from the precepts of the Sermon on the Mount.  However, the human soul is complex, and in some cases there is evidence that conscience would occasionally break through the avarice and the drive for dominance (at least to some extent).  For example, Andrew Carnegie, who levered himself out of poverty through a combination of hard work, insider trading, business acumen and the old boys’ network, seems to have struggled inwardly with the “idolatry” of amassing wealth.  That did not prevent him from accumulating the equivalent of $6.5 billion, from consenting to violent anti-union tactics (Homestead Strike of 1892), or from dodging his share of liability for the collapse of a dam of which he was part owner (Johnstown Flood, 1889).

Carnegie and his family of origin were never conventional Presbyterians, but in later life Carnegie reportedly softened his view of religion and devoted much of his time and about 90% (ninety percent!) of his fortune to philanthropic works.  For example, my home town, like many others in the U.S. and Canada, owed its central library to Andrew Carnegie’s late-onset philanthropy. Whether this dramatic change of focus reflected a crisis of conscience, an epiphany about the inability of wealth to satisfy his soul, or both, I can only speculate. However, I imagine in his old age he may have called to mind the Scottish ministers of his youth preaching from Matthew 19:24: “And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.”



At the best of times it is virtually impossible to see into the soul of another human being. Still, it seems to me that, in contrast with the industrialists of Carnegie’s generation,  modern multi-billionaires mostly lack even the vestiges of a spiritual foundation that might help to shift them away from the psychopathy of mere avarice and never-ending conquest.  Warren Buffet sometimes shows signs of having a conscience, but he still “doesn’t mix morals with money.” Bill Gates has entered a philanthropic phase, and there are many other rich philanthropists, but it’s not clear what their deep motivation is, and they seem like outliers among the 0.01%.  Increasingly it is the corporation that determines the morality of the CEO rather than vice versa, and corporations (despite being “persons”) are incapable of repentance.  So we have to hope that humans, pending their complete and final subordination, will find it in themselves to exercise higher moral choices despite the massive downward momentum of corporate agendas. Granted, the odds are never good that the people at the very top of the pyramid will go against the machine that put them there.



 Could people like the Koch brothers (supposedly Roman Catholics ) and their ilk ever have a conversion experience and change their ways? It seems implausible, but I set myself to imagining something like that it in this song. Miracles can happen...

To win the market share and swing the deal
There is no truth I wouldn’t twist or conceal
I  burned the forests and I poisoned the sky       
But now it’s different and I don’t know why

It’s like a Judgment Day...




Wednesday, February 22, 2017

New video The Far Saskatchewan" (from the CD Made Of Sky)

I realized lately that there were at least three videos on Youtube of other people covering this song. This is very flattering, but I started to think I had better get the original out there!  (For more about the song, please see the Song Talk article I wrote about it in 2015.) 

I  am not an experienced creator of videos, so this one is quite basic. I was fortunate to find a good number of appropriate public-domain images to supplement a handful of photos from the family archive.  I had fun putting it together, and I hope you'll enjoy it.  The CD (or individual tracks) can be purchased in digital form from CD Baby, and you can get the physical CD either from CD Baby or (if you're in Canada) by mail from me.

Link to Youtube Video of "The Far Saskatchewan"

Sunday, January 15, 2017

January 21st Song Circle with Rick Fines, Lynn Miles, Megan Jerome, Tom Lips (SOLD OUT)

On Saturday, January 21st, I get to join three brilliant singer-songwriters (Lynn Miles, Rick Fines and Megan Jerome) for a songwriter’s circle concert.


Spirit of Rasputin's Song Circle
with Rick Fines, Lynn Miles, Megan Jerome, and Tom Lips, on Saturday, January 21st, 8:00 p.m. at the Westboro Masonic Hall, 430 Churchill Ave. North, in Ottawa.

Pat Moore of Spirit of Rasputin’s describes it thus: “We’re starting the 2017 season off with an incredible smorgasbord of great music presented in ‘song circle’ format. All on the roots sliding scale, you’ll be on a journey of emotion and fun - from the blues and juke-joint folk of Rick Fines and the exquisite melancholy of Lynn Miles, through to the intimate “heart on her sleeve” musings of Megan Jerome and the heartbreak and hilarity of Tom Lips. Each of these performers brings great stories in song; strong, emotional, and funny! You’ll get a taste of it all. ”

Tickets can be bought online in advance through the Spirit of Rasputin’s site. Seating capacity is limited, so advance purchase is strongly recommended. [UPDATE: According to the Rasputin's website, this concert is now SOLD OUT!]

January 29th - Stories from the Ages



Ottawa fans of traditional wonder tales and epics will remember fondly the winter storytelling series "Stories from the Ages" which was hosted by the late lamented Rasputin's coffeehouse for many years.  Epic storytelling for adults, from Homer's Iliad to the Morte d'Arthur, drew fans from across the city.

This year, series founders Jan Andrews and Jennifer Cayley, in cooperation with the Ottawa StoryTellers, have launched a month-long series on Sunday evenings that should have strong appeal for fans of the original "Stories from the Ages."  I have the honour of performing in the January 29th slot, along with Anne Nagy

STORIES FROM THE AGES: REDUX  – FOUR SUNDAY EVENINGS OF WONDER  TALES,  at PETER DEVINE’S ROOM, 73 CLARENCE ST, Ottawa (in the market).   

January 15:   Kim Kilpatrick -  Teig O’Kane and the Corpse
                      Jacques Falquet - The Handless Maiden              

 January 22:  Kate Hunt - The Snake Prince
                      Jennifer Cayley - The Golden Apples of Lough Erne

January 29:   Tom Lips - The Tale of Judge Lu
 (This is an engaging supernatural story from Pu Songling’s Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.)
                       Anne Nagy - The Pigeon’s Bride 
Telling will take place from 7:00 till  8:00.  Come early for food and drink, (no service during the telling).  Stay afterwards to chat and think out loud about what you’ve heard.

This is a Pass-the-hat event; a donation of $10.00 is suggested.
For more information:  jcayley@magma.ca   http://www.2wp.ca/

Monday, October 31, 2016

Song Talk #5: Big Rocks Are Falling

"Big Rocks Are Falling" is a “lullabye” from my second CD, Practical Man.  It was inspired by the simple observation that traditional lullabyes can be, well, a bit dark.  I was thinking specifically of

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all!


But there’s also

Bye, baby Bunting,
Daddy’s gone a-hunting,
To fetch a little rabbit skin
To wrap my baby Bunting in.


...which, while no doubt a perfectly acceptable sentiment in a hunting culture, is at least a bit jarring when juxtaposed with Tales of Peter Rabbit.

Traditional English lullabyes are mild, however, compared to how babies in some other cultures are lulled to sleep.  A mother of the Luo people in Kenya might croon

Rock, rock, rock,
The baby who cries will be eaten by a hyena...


And examples form other countries can be just as dark.

By comparison, “Big Rocks Are Falling From the Blue Sky” is a fairly cheery message for a lullabye.  Most children who are old enough to appreciate absurdity seem to get a kick out of it, rather than being scarred for life.  I must admit that I have yet to try this song out as a device for settling down a young child at bedtime; I’d be happy to hear from any parents who have made the experiment.

Why rocks from the sky?  At the time, the idea of an inexplicable rain of boulders struck me as a unique combination of “wildly implausible” with “over-the-top terrifying” –just the kind of thing one would not want to impress on a young child’s mind at bedtime. I was not consciously thinking of a particular incident. However, it’s possible that vague recollections of actual historical accounts were stirring in the back of my mind:

    “One of the most well-known cases of falling stones occurred in Harrisonville, Ohio, in Oct. 1901. The Buffalo Express, a small local newspaper, reported that on Oct. 13, "a small boulder came crashing through the window of Zach Dye's house." Nobody was seen in the vicinity. But this was just the beginning. Within a few days, the whole town was supposedly afflicted by stones and boulders falling from a clear sky. Perplexed as to where the stones were coming from, the townspeople rounded up all the men and boys of Harrisonville to rule out the phenomenon being caused by a gang of trouble-makers (it was assumed that females would not be capable of such as act). The stones continue to fall. Several days later, the rain of stones stopped just as suddenly as it had started.

    Since this event, there have been many other documented occasions of stones falling from the sky, including in Sumatra (1903), Belgium (1913), France (1921), Australia (repeatedly between 1946 and 1962), New Zealand (1963), New York (1973), and Arizona (1983).
” From https://www.sott.net/article/290586-The-strange-and-unexplained-phenomenon-of-raining-stones


Whatever its risks and limitations as an actual lullabye, “Big Rocks Are Falling” has been a popular request at concerts. I love to hear the crowd belting out the chorus:

Big rocks are falling from the blue sky
Falling thick and fast
Falling by the score
Big rocks are falling from the blue sky
So go to sleep, now,
Baby weep no more.


(You can purchase "Big Rocks Are Falling" or the entire CD Practical Man from CD Baby, here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/tomlips2 )

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Reflections on Gilgamesh

On Wednesday, October 19th, 2016, at the Arts Court Theatre in Ottawa, Jan Andrews and I told the epic story of Gilgamesh, with musical support by Armin Rahmanian on the tar and setar (see previous post).  Over 90 people turned out, which is not bad for a storytelling performance of an ancient Sumerian epic going head-to-head with the final Clinton-Trump debate on TV.  Now I can give my Facebook friends a break from continual reminders and explanations regarding this important but relatively little-known story (though I guess I will post this blog entry!).  My sincere thanks for all who came out: as I have learned again and again, the quality of the listening has an amazing impact on the quality of the telling.  Storytelling really is a joint effort between the teller and the listener.

Jan proposed this project to me well over a year ago. I felt very honoured to be invited to co-present with her (Jan being a leading light of epic storytelling in Canada), and for my own information I started tracking down background information and different versions of the epic. I was familiar with the story already, through various paraphrases and literary references (for example, did you know that the title of Michael Ondaatje’s wonderful novel, In the Skin of a Lion, is taken from the Epic of Gilgamesh?).   I was particularly drawn to the story and character of Enkidu, the hairy wild man who first opposes, then befriends Gilgamesh, the godlike King of Uruk.  Also, as my personal odometer clicks ever higher, Gilgamesh’s struggles with loss, aging and mortality resonate with me more and more.  (One of my former university professors and theatre mentors attended the show; he said of the story, “we are all living it.”)

Coming to grips with the epic proved harder than expected. First, we had to trim the text enough to fit into a single evening, and that meant sacrificing many beautiful or sonorous phrases, dispensing with a lot of the ritual repetitions, and refusing to linger over images or language that did not advance the plot. (Despite our best efforts, the show ran a little over two hours, including intermission.)

On the positive side, the need to consider run-time allowed us, with very little guilt, to cut out many passages that were confusing, contradictory, or incomprehensible.  The Epic of Gilgamesh probably began as a cluster of stories which were not entirely consistent with one another, and which merged in the way myths and tales often do, retaining seams and scars and fragments of their former selves. The text has been reconstructed from clay tablets and stitched together with the help of versions in different languages, written down several centuries apart.   While most of the story is clear, in a number of places the English translations seem speculative and do not agree with one another. Presumably the ancient Sumerian or Akkadian readers or listeners would have been so familiar with the various back stories and the overarching cosmology that many references which are obscure to us would have made sense to them.  What were the “holy things” in Urshanabi’s boat that Gilgamesh destroyed, and why did he do that? Did Enkidu have a wife at some point, or not? Was Humbaba really evil, or are we supposed to feel compassion for him?

The story of Gilgamesh’s quest to slay Humbaba is the most puzzling and obscure section of the epic, and the one that caused us the most hair-tearing. It is lengthy, but (to the modern ear) not very eventful: It cycles repeatedly through a pattern in which Gilgamesh and Enkidu take turns being afraid of Humbaba and reassuring each other. There is a series of prophetic dreams adumbrating the outcome of the battle, and the whole leadup to the encounter with Humbaba risks being tedious and puzzling. After all that, the battle itself is described quite briefly and ambiguously; one gathers that it is a spiritual conflict for which we no longer have the key. Various attempts to make the story tellable finally persuaded us that we needed to give ourselves the freedom to condense this middle part of the epic considerably and to adapt it in ways that would make it work better as an oral story.

In exchange for the sizable swaths of the Humbaba story that were removed or vigorously adapted, we allowed ourselves to put back in more of the story of Ishtar’s failed seduction of Gilgamesh and its consequences.  It was a good exchange: the catalogue of Ishtar’s love affairs, while somewhat of a digression, is much clearer and more satisfying to tell than the pieces we excised from the Humbaba story.

Another challenge was to ensure that the latter part of the epic, from the death of Enkidu to Gilgamesh’s return to Uruk, was more than just a series of dreamlike episodes or a long depressive rant. Our early attempts were, in Armin’s words, “very philosophical,” but somehow not satisfying as a story. We needed to emphasize Gilgamesh’s quest: he is not just wandering through the wilderness grieving, he is relentlessly searching for someone who can save him from death. His sadness over Enkidu is genuine and deep, but ultimately it is superseded by his own obsession with escaping “the common lot of man.” When we focused on this storyline, everything worked better.

Saturday, October 08, 2016

The Epic of Gilgamesh, October 19th, 2016 at Arts Court in Ottawa

Tackling the the earliest surviving great work of literature in a two-person storytelling performance is a memorable experience.  The Epic of Gilgamesh has its origins in the ancient Sumerian kingdom of Ur, around 2100 BCE. It survives in a variety of versions recorded on clay tablets between the 18th and the 10th century BCE. The epic tells the story of Gilgamesh, the godlike but flawed ruler of the city of Uruk, and his mighty friend Enkidu, who began life as a wild man ranging the hills and eating grass with the gazelles.
The story explores universal themes of hubris, friendship, mortality, and civilization versus wilderness. It also features gods, monsters, sex, dreams, violence, poetry, and a vivid evocation of the Underworld...  

Ottawa has a strong tradition of epic storytelling, and Jan Andrews has been at the heart of it. I'm proud to be collaborating with her on the development and performance of this show, presented by Ottawa StoryTellers.  We are both very pleased to have Armin Rahmanian providing music with a Mesopotamian flavour on the tar and the setar!


Tickets are $12 for students, $15 general, and $20 for arts supporters, and can be bought online from Arts Court without additional fees (hurray!). Follow this link.

 
THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH
Performed by Jan Andrews & Tom Lips
with Armin Rahmanian, musician

WEDNESDAY, October 19, 2016, 7:30 p.m.
Arts Court Theatre2 Daly Ave, Ottawa