Monthly Archives: July 2013

Just For Laughs 2013: The Three-Pie Night

It felt very illicit to be walking through the Just For Laughs festival with a bag of pies. Luckily I had an artist pass so I didn’t have to explain to the nice volunteer at the entrance why I was bringing three fruit pies and a roll of paper towels into the festival. Although I guess she wouldn’t have questioned it, I imagine they’re looking more for pointy-glassy-hurty things.

It is a testament to how weird the JFL festival is that nobody looked twice at Mike’s ultimate warrior face-paint as we made our way through the crowd to the outdoor stage. The show is called 8 Smiles, it’s a comedy-battle (as opposed to rap-battle) contest where comedians compete with jokes for the right to wear the championship belt for about fifteen minutes, and then give it back – they only bought one belt.

Mike Paterson is no stranger to championship belts, as a rabid wrestling fan with a lifetime of involvement in the independent wrestling scene in Montreal Mike is used to coveting the belt. In fact I’m starting to think it may have been ill-advised to throw Mike into a competition that involved a championship belt. It might have caused a bit of testosterone-fueled mania in the self-proclaimed most electrifying entertainer of his generation. The proof is walking right next to me in full wrestling regalia, boots, tights, mesh shirt, and face paint.

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I called it comedywife: the slightly anonymous musings of a Montreal scenester. The profile photo was a picture of this really cheap beer sold in Alberta called TNT and a pair of cowboy boots sitting on the cracked linoleum floor of the bull farmer’s kitchen where we visited my dad that year.

It was this time of year six years ago, the Just For Laughs festival, my first. Previous to that year I had only walked through the open-air part of the festival, back when it was on St. Denis. I always saw the festival on television, the televised comedy shows provided brief glimpses of the fun everyone was having out on St.Denis. Actually walking around in it for the first time felt really special to me. Getting my own guest pass and attending all the industry parties for the first time a few years later nearly turned my head around.