Thursday, September 20, 2012
This past weekend I was in Brampton to visit my parents, and to go to Milton again for a craft sale at the Agriculture Museum (a favourite place of mine). I cannot believe it was a year ago we were last there, a day that lives in my memory as wonderfully as all the other days I spent there in my life.
When I'm in Brampton, I'm completely surrounded by memories as it's where I grew up and my parents still live in my childhood home, so I often think of my childhood friends and all the fun we had there. My mind wanders to our version of The Kids in the Hall, which we filmed during every holiday (every opportunity when we had the place to ourselves for a quiet set)
The four or five of us would dig through a huge box of old dress-up clothes, pick an episode of KITH and re-shoot it. I will never forget these moments.
Last week, as I sat here in my new, modern darkened townhouse livingroom re-watching old episodes of the Kids in the Hall on youtube, I began thinking of these times we had, and began wondering why we ever stopped? I really feel like growing up brings us into this monotonous level of conformity and I'm not sure why life has to be like this exactly.
Those friends of old are long gone from my life (quite sadly) but I currently have a wonderful group of the most hilarious and quirky friends, filled to brimming with childlike sensibilities, and up for anything. So why, I thought, aren't we continuing that old Kids in the Closet tradition? What's stopping us other than our grown-up minds? We all have our own houses now, and can have a quiet set whenever we like.
So, over drinks on the weekend I explained these old movies to my current family of friends, and they were falling off their chairs with laughter. Some had never even heard of The Kids in the Hall at all (being from Europe, CBC shows didn't make it that far across the pond). And over beers in the back of a bar, we decided to revive the 'closet' and let ourselves be the kids at heart we all know we are, and get filming. Just for the pure fun of it.
Those days in the '90s making movies with my friends were some of the best of my life, and there is absolutely no logical reason why those days need to stay in the past. Winter is coming, the season of holing up inside. This winter, The Kids in the Closet are coming back. New cast. New crew. Same great fun. Episode 1 is nearly complete (in my mind) and I'm happy to say that it's an original. I think this time around, they all will be. Guys, get our your dresses and ladies get our your suits, and prepare to have a hilarious winter!
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Ok, I know a good third of my posts have something to do with nostalgia (hence the 864th nostalgic post) I just got back from drinks with Erin on a patio, in her old neighbourhood, from a DECADE ago. Which, funny enough, is my new neighbourhood. But it isn't just that though.
I know that Toronto offers a lot to a lot of people, but there's something about this city that is inherently 1950's/1960s, and I wasn't even alive then. I find that the nostalgia that this city emanates, right into my core, comes from a place before my time. But this place before my time echos something from my high school & college years (which was in the 1990's, so make sense of that if you can)
After our drinks (on a patio on Davenport in the west end) Erin and I walked up and down a few old residential streets, one of which she used to live on, a place I spent a lot of time. But it wasn't only that which brought me back, but just the laundromats and shops along Davenport themselves. I don't have any personal affiliation with those shops, but they make me feel something inside, like I lived a different life there or something.
It's this specific feeling that makes me think of a time in my life, when the most important things to me were hanging out with Kim and Laura, and watching the Kids in the Hall show. Those little black and white segments that aired just before the show went to commercial, which showed the actors doing silly things around the city, were the very reason I ever got into the television business in the first place. But even more then that, they portrayed a glimpse of the city which I dreamed of living in one day (which I now do) that seemed almost unattainable, and completely wish-worthy.
Those little vignettes of the city in black and white, always seemed to be random laundromats, alteration places etc. So now, when I see these little 1950's places, it makes me think of those shots, and brings me back to my childhood home, to my parents basement, when the Kids in the Hall was my escape from everything mundane, and that almost unattainable dream, which I, funnily enough, actually attained.
But attaining something so special is never quite the same as the dream which it held for you. So when I walk down a street and am reminded of that feeling, it's mega special indeed!
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
I've never read anything by him before. I've always been scared away by those who cry melodrama and drivel. But I decided to give this book a try after I saw Ryan reading it on our camping trip. I'm only about half way through, but it's got me. All this nostalgia that I speak of all the time is very hard to put into words. Somehow, he has done it in this book. I can't explain it really, nor can I pick a single quote, but it's there. It struck me vividly on the subway yesterday, and I completely lost myself in memories that weren't even my own, not on paper anyway. But as I read his words, they were being replaced by my own. As I read his descriptions of nostalgia, my mind was floating on the memory of mine.