David's back in the bar for three, 12 hour marathon runs of M/Hotel during this year's Dance in Vancouver. Join him every hour on the hour, noon till midnight, Nov 18, 19, and 20, 2015 (limited tickets available - get them here). Featuring Paul Ternes, Alana Gerecke, Aryo Khakpour and Michelle Lui. A sexy video wherein David explains the show can be found here. Buy tickets here. Use the coupon code BATTERY to get a member's discount.
M/Hotel at DIV will be followed by a Bob's Salon festival closer in the commodious Columbia Room at the Holiday Inn on Howe on Nov 21st, 10pm - midnight(Details TBA).
...the 3 monologues I heard last night (the American hotel on fire, Galiano initiations, and cab driver) really resonated. I thought the repetition of pattern and use of the hotel rooms gave the monologues an overlying sense of life's loneliness and at the same time, listening to music together and the chatter with the audience members before and after made me feel good.
Kind of cool, how your pieces made me feel loved and lonely at the same time, elegiac and hopeful, can't quite describe the feeling, like you're sad for having lived, but glad to know what you know all at once.
As a director, props to you for not only attempting that very tricky balance, but to pull it off seamlessly.
Super excellent. ...Mina Shum
Room Service? Mary Theresa Kelly
Theatre pick of the week - Colin Thomas
"M/Hotel reaffirms Battery Opera’s fearlessness" - Jo Ledingham
"Go on. Enter the room." - Colin Thomas
"I am the audience" - Kevin Griffin
When you think of making an hour-long visit to a hotel room in your own city, likely the shortlist of scenarios of what's going to happen in that room is pretty small. In fact, David McIntosh's new site-specific dance-theatre piece for battery opera, M/HOTEL, on at the Holiday Inn on Howe Street, suggests a much broader spectrum of things to enjoy with strangers in said rooms than hospital corners on bed sheets and those tiny, pre-wrapped toiletries.
I don't want to give away what happens, but I suggest arriving early (rooms are available hourly beginning at 6 pm) and spending the night. Look for David in the Lobby Bar to collect your room key. Rates negotiable. ...Peter Dickenson
Go on. Get your ass in the M/HOTEL room. It's easy.
Meet Me at the Lobby Bar.
Performed by Alana Gerecke, Alison Denham, Brian Solomon, Paul Ternes, Jay Hirabayashi, Aryo Khakpour, Cai Glover and David McIntosh. Music by Aleister Murphy.
Photo credit : Amy Pelletier.
in photos Brian Solomon, Alana Gercke
Thanks to Tim the Barman
The Holiday Inn & Suites Vancouver Downtown
The Vancouver Foundation, BCAC
...a guy from the bar, whom I convinced to see the show one week, came back to the bar the next week to demand that I explain what the work had done to his body. He had been unable to stop thinking about it, he didn't know why. He felt "flummoxed". Why?
I am flummoxed by the green beans in the Caesar Cocktail that Tim makes...David McIntosh
In 2009 – 2010, battery opera presented David McIntosh’s work Lives Were Around Me, an intimate, site-specific, roving theatre work that explored the notions of history and evidence in the context of a downtown city block in Vancouver. Taking an audience of three at a time on a guided tour, the performance conjured past, present and future histories of Vancouver and, beyond that, asked the audience to consider the residue and evidence that these stories left in their own bodies. While Lives were around me occurred entirely out of the confines and controlled space of the theatre, taking place instead in restaurants, bars, the streets of Vancouver and in darkened institutions, it also offered a theatrical experience that was intimate and about the body of both performer and audience.
Continuing and evolving along this stream of inquiry, battery opera presented the first draft of McIntosh’s next work, M/Hotel in January-February 2011, and the full length premiere later in November/December, 2011. Arising from a series of twelve narratives, written by McIntosh while staying in motel or hotel rooms, the work was performed within the confines of a standard mid-range hotel for a small audience. Juxtaposing against the perceived neutrality of its environment, the work offers improvised dances, music, and intimate narratives that create unique performance experiences evoking the transient states within human relationships, and the paths we trace in our lives and our surroundings. In M/Hotel, the audience spends time in a hotel room with a handful of other friends or strangers, the undercurrent of anonymous intimacy thick in the air, and considers the residue of lives lived in and amongst banal objects, and between destinations.
BUY THE BOOK
M/HOTEL is now available as a book published by CiCAC press . "..a raw collection of poetic conversations performed in hotel rooms." - CiCAC Publisher Ashok Mathur. Purchase a copy or ten HERE! An e-pub version is also in the works that will feature the twelve matching compositions by Max Murphy.
Here's a review of the book by artist, writer...scoundrel Chris Bose
wow. your writing inspires me. it's raw. honest. naked. like a confession in a roman sauna laying on the tiles with your ass fucked out and bleeding into the drain because you were a tourist and you went there alone and got rolled and violated.
or your book is like a 23 kilometer run down a logging road being chased by a grizzly, you throw your ham sandwiches out and your juice bottles, fruit hoping it'll stop and be distracted, which does stop it for a bit and lets you catch your breath, but ultimately resumes the chase.
it's like little deaths. when you lose innocence and respect for the soul and humanity because of the usual vices that have plagued our society since we mastered fire and moved towards sex.
it is a confession. to everyone and no one. because who fucken reads poetry these days except masochists? one read wasn't enough. ten in a row nearly did it. but like a tom waits album, rain dogs, i was pulled back again and again. now it's dog eared, tattered, suspiciously PVC sexy cover keeps pulling me back again and again. like a dog collar. again and again. do yourself a favour, put on your favourite album, have about 8 double drinks, your narcotic of choice, and read this fucking book while choking yourself or having someone choke you. trust me. you won't regret it.