ZUPPA THEATRE’S NEW PLAY will open with Jasper (Stewart Legere), staring meditatively ahead, a piano accompanying his silence. It will be in the basement of the Historic Farmers’ Market, so the lights will be dim and the audience crammed all around him, part of the scene itself. He’ll start slow, with a monologue, but then the lights will cut out and he’ll shoot up, ranting like a neurotic poet in his frantic and desperate opening monologue. “The end of the world!” he’ll yell out later, but lower his voice immediately after. “It’s kinda…weird, don’tcha think?”

“We’re doing a show about the end of the world, so we can’t have ‘Stairway to Heaven’ soundchecking upstairs every night.” He thinks it over, then adds: “Although that may have been appropriate.”

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AS I TURN on my recorder, Scott Saunders leans in to ask, “So, uh…This isn’t gonna be coming across as anti-government, eh?”

It’s a fair question. Saunders has been “battling,” as he puts it, with the Halifax Regional Municipality for just under a year over his desire to curate an immersive art show in the Public Gardens. “I’ve always had a fascination with that space at night,” he explains. “There’s something very Jurassic about it for me. Mysterious, creepy. Elemental. I had visions of creatures existing in that space at night, this bizarro space.”

“I’m trying to pull something off that means a lot to me. And I’m showing myself and others what I can do. Is that a bad thing? Fuck no. Y’know? I could give a shit about what anybody thinks of that.”

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OF THE 15 ROLLER-SKATERS circling the Olympic Community Centre, almost every one has fallen down at least once. The guy in racquetball goggles and a red tie-dye tank top might be the most adventurous, but the newly formd Halifax Roller Derby Girls are clearly the most skilled; there’s a white-and-blue afro wig, a heavy-set gentleman with a thick white beard and a dead-ringer for Breakfast Club bad boy Judd Nelson. Watching from the sidelines is writer-director Andrew Bush, looking awfully tired, but still able to notice how much fun these skaters are having. “They should just open this up every Sunday,” he says. But he corrects himself: “Actually, we’re shooting next… Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“The roller derby is definitely on its way back,” Doug prophesizes. “Maybe this will do its part in bringing some roller-skating back.”

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