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Kids In the Hall Rocked My World

When we first got into Massey Hall I was thinking perhaps that the show may suck. Trying to squeeze my 2008 sized ass into a seat built in the 1920’s was a bit of an uncomfortable predicament. We also didn’t have the best view of the stage - and we had the cheap seats at 70.00 a pop.

Then it started and I kept laughing for about two hours straight. Nothing about the show was disappointing, ever. There were a couple of recreations of their show sketches that I did not feel matched the comic brilliance of their onscreen progenitors, but otherwise it was overtly fabulous.

Scott Thompson’s Buddy monologue was the showstopper. A backdrop consisting of what I thought was Buddies in Bad Times theatre’s bar lent a bit of a nostalgic touch to the sketch. I could have listened to a Buddy monologue for at least 30 more minutes, it ended way too quickly.

SuperDrunk was a fun new sketch that reminded me of Orgazmo for some reason. Very cheesy fun.

The Kids were older, thicker, and a little greyer, much like most of their audience. If anything, the show was the final show of our youth, the last time we were going to get to visit with something that we connected with when we were first exploring our collective Generation Fuck You selves. Most of us have moved on to being corporate space monkeys much like the ones portrayed in the office sketches, a sad fact that hit home for me during the Cathy sketch. I think I’ve worked with at least one of those women, sometime, somewhere. I guess that is the point! I think most of the people in the audience felt like our grandmothers felt when they went to a Tom Jones concert; I think I cried one lonely tear for that and just enjoyed the night.

I should also mention that Fran’s, a chain establishment across the street from Massey Hall, managed to trough us with a burger and fries in roughly five minutes from the time our order was received. The waiter was probably the best and cheeriest that I have ever met in Toronto, and I have dined in a few establishments in that town. My former memories of Fran’s consisted of going there for a greasy breakfast after not sleeping and drinking lots the night before, and then going home to finish off the night/morning by passing out on a full stomach of beer, bacon, pancakes, and eggs. I don’t even really remember what it looked like.

But it was all about the Kids, and they were definitely alright.