Rickman: Hey David.
Bowie: Alan? You too? What took you down?
Rickman: Cancer. You?
Bowie: Me too. Fuck Cancer.
Rickman: Fuck Cancer. With a spoon.
Lemmy: Fuck Cancer!
Rickman: Who’s that guy?
Lemmy: I thought this was the rock star section. They let just anyone in here?
Bowie: Apparently. I’m been searching for Crosby, but I haven’t had much luck.
Lemmy: David Crosby’s dead too?!?
Bowie: No, no… Bing Crosby. Before your time. Before my time, really, if truth be told.
Rickman: I can play the cello…
Lemmy: No you can’t. You’re an actor. You can act like you play the cello. I saw Truly, Madly, Deeply wise-ass.
Rickman: … Asshole.
Bowie: So what do we do now?
Lemmy: We could jam. Maybe actor-boy could learn how to play the spoons.
Angelil: Salut les boys.
Rickman: Who the fuck are you?
Angelil: Calisse… I’m Rene. If there’s one thing I knew how to do in the old life is spot talent early on, and I mean *early* on. Stick with me les gars and we will rock this place.
Original piece written by JD Hickey
At the last Slamtastique Story Slam that I hosted, I told a story about why Patricia left. Patricia Flewwelling is a published author who works at TELUS, but also worked at Cafe Mariposa, which is where the Story Slam now takes place. And I’ll admit it right here: I’ve had a bit of an unrequited crush on her for a while. It’s no secret.
But new adventures have flung our beloved Patricia far and wide, but few know the real reason, so I decided to tell the masses the *real* reason why she left us. Now that I’ve heard the recording, I can tell I told it a bit too fast (the pace is off), but I’ll fix that with some practice in the future.
When Patricia met Death in the Market
This year (2015), we lost two great storytellers. One was my dear friend Jack Nissenson who passed on June 24th. He was being treated for health complications at St. Mary’s hospital when he passed unexpectedly in his sleep. He was 82. This is a recording of the last story he performed in front of an audience.
The other was my friend Brother Bear (Frère Ours) who died suddenly in his sleep in August. He wasn’t a close friend, but we traveled in similar circles and performed together. He was a gentle bon vivant and a brilliant storyteller.
Unfortunately, I could not attend his funeral, but it was recorded and posted on his Facebook page.
A video homage was made of him telling stories, playing music, and singing songs. It represents him pretty well.