A Long Overdue Recap

John Gustav-Wrathall: Oh, wow. What a perfect way to start the evening. Gustav-Wrathall’s animations captured beautifully the confused and magical logic of dreams. I especially loved the tesselation-like clusters of white-winged and black-winged angels. (Plus any dream with David Duchovny is a good dream. Although I confess that I wish Gillian Anderson had been there too. Mmm, Gillian Anderson.)

Tara Innman: I really, really wish I’d known earlier that she was performing; I completely missed the opportunity to interview her for you guys. This woman is a fantastic writer. She was spell-binding, drawing us into an utterly believable world of a small girl sent away from home for a year.

Witherspoon Trio: I think I can sum up their performance in three words: ridiculously, ridiculously talented. Not only did they completely blow us all away with their first few performances of classical works, but then they played this absolutely amazing piece of their own composition. It was stunning. I’m going to stop typing now before my head explodes with jealousy.

Laura Littleford: Oh my. Hi-freaking-larious. But more–it was just so funny and true and real and beautiful all at the same time, and she tells it so well–one little change of inflection on a word and a seemingly innocuous sentence could have the audience cracking up, or sighing in remembrance of how sweet love can be.

Wendy Brown-Baez:  Cuba and Jerusalem, bursting with life and history and humanity, seemed to erupt into the room. Others, about pain and grief and loss, sunk their hooks into us, touched something deep inside. The energy and empathy of her poems was infectious, and it got us all.

Joan Calof: Watching her recite with zest her hilarious poems and songs, eyes glinting and heels tapping, at one point challenging us to “put up our dukes” and at another leading us in a sing-along, you want to say that she’s the kind of person for whom the word ‘feisty’ was invented–but you hold your tongue, because you have a sneaking suspicion that she might find it offensive, and you might find yourself being eviscerated in scathing verse. 🙂 She had chapbooks for sale, too, so you didn’t have to just rely on memory of her awesomeness.

So, basically, if you didn’t come: Na na na na! You missed an exciting cultural and spiritual experience!

Plus you missed some new snacks. We had biscotti. They were yummiferous. Oh, and those really good granola bars with the nuts and cranberries. And Fiber One, which may not sound appealing to you, but I seriously got addicted to those over the summer. There were others, but those were the best, in my opinion.

Laura Littleford

And in the kind of above-and-beyond investigative journalism you’ve come to expect from me, I’ve copy-pasted information on Laura Littleford from the Patrick’s Cabaret website below, that you may edify yourselves. I will finish typing up the transcripts of my in-person interviews. No, really, I will. I swear. No, no, I’m not crossing my fingers. That’s, um, a secret Star Trek hand gesture. Yeah.

Laura Littleford is an award-winning writer, performer, and teacher, who specializes in the arts as a tool of healing. Her one-woman shows have toured the Midwest and been featured at national and international health conferences.

“Romeo and Juliet in Winnipeg” is a true account of a thwarted high school romance in 1968-1969. Caught between two warring Southern Baptist families (religious wars of the ’60s), she and her boyfriend lived out the tumult of the nation and the 1960s religious wars.

This is both a unique slice of Minnesota history–Southern Baptists in Minnesota–and a universal story of love and coming of age. Of course, anything about Southern Baptists is funny but also maddening–“Romeo and Juliet in Winnipeg” will be both outraged and poignant.

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