Jeffrey Weinstein started stand up six years ago as a change of life reflex to aging. As a senior comic on the spectrum, he struggles with emotional self-regulation and cannot hold back critiques of hypocrisy and social and moral injustices.
fernando belote (Fern) is a multidisciplinary bixa/queer artist and the president of DC-Art Indisciplinaire, the first artist-run center in Quebec exclusively supporting disability diversity.
Martin Saint was the lead-singer and second guitar player with Montreal's The Ember Glows. He is now pursuing his own solo project full time as well as other collaborations with various local musicians.
Patrick O'Reilly is a poet from Renews, NL, now living in Montreal/Tiohtià:ke. He is responsible for two chapbooks, A Collapsible Newfoundland (Frog Hollow Press, 2020) and Demographics Report November 2023 (Cactus Press, 2024).
During a long, lazy, blazing-hot summer day on school break, a group of neighborhood kids and I were shuffled off to a local library’s community room for my first-ever improv workshop.
Behind the unassuming vintage swivel chairs, and the classic blue and red swirling pole of a barber shop lies the long bar, dance floor, and carefully placed stage of the Blue Dog Motel.
Up a short flight of stairs, above Boulevard Saint Laurent, is one of the city’s top venues. From the outside, the only signage is plain black, but inside hides a true cabaret theatre.
It was love at first sight, but before I saw it with my own eyes, I admit I was skeptical. When I was first invited to a comedy show at Espace Joie de Vivre, my friend's description gave me pause: it's in a basement. BYOB. The entrance is in the alley. I wondered aloud if we were going to someone's apartment, and my plus one wondered if we would be trapped in a stuffy room with cigarette smokers. Thankfully, we were both entirely wrong.
In the back room of N sur Mackay every Tuesday, something special is stirring up. And no, it’s not just the bar’s famous cocktails or the excellent whiskey tastings (though those are worth checking out). It’s Comedy on Mackay, a vibrant new weekly comedy show that’s quickly becoming a staple in Montreal’s comedy scene.
The atmosphere was reminiscent of a high school play, or at least that’s what my date leaned over to whisper into my ear as the lights dimmed. With its knots of young people huddled in their respective corners and coats hung up on wooden pegs near the stage, in a way I did feel transported back to high school, the fun part where I joked around with my friends in the stage wings before a production.
Docking my Bixi at the corner of St. Laurent and St. Catherine, I weave through the shiny new CIBL radio station and dodge the long line outside Club Soda. The air smells faintly of grilled meat and poutine from Pool Hall, and I jaywalk across the street toward the door of Café Cléopâtre.
I don't want to evoke memories of those bleak times a few years ago when we couldn't gather and have fun, but that's where this story begins.
