Stompin’ Tom Stompin’ Back


✅Coming to Harbourfront Theatre on October 8th!

This tribute show will be sure to have you stompin’ your feet right along as you belt out all of Tom’s classic songs. Islanders know them best!

➡️Head to for tickets

or call (902)888-2500 to order by phone!

You won’t want to miss this one!


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Audition Notice


Neptune Theatre and The Charlottetown Festival are holding joint general auditions for Island-based artists from August 31 – September 1. Submissions are now open!

Video submissions for all performers (including off-Island) will be open from August 15 – 31

All information can be found here:

Questions can be directed to Rosie Shaw at

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Ending Soon at the Guild

Summer break is coming to an end, but we have the perfect opportunity for your family to make a few more memories before it’s over!

The Guild’s Musical Theatre School students have two more performances left to see:

🟡 Honk Jr | August 23 at 11am

🟢Shrek Jr | August 25 at 11am

Book tickets online at, or call the Box Office team at (902) 620-3333.

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Newfie Doctor

👀 What do you know about Doctor Chris?!

Vera says she “creeped him on the Facebook. So hot in the Guatemalan jungle he kept having to take his shirt off.”

Come visit our Harbour at the Confederation Centre, and find out why this tiny town is after him 👀

For tickets and more information, visit the link in our bio ✨

Featuring the cast from Tell Tale Harbour

Set and Costume Design: Cory Sincennes

Lighting Design: Leigh Ann Vardy

Photo Credit: Louise Vessey



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Public Enemy No. 1

By Ed Staskus

   There were five of us on the big elevator going up to the 4th floor of the Global Center. One of us asked the others if we were all on the way to jury duty. All of us said yes, or something along those lines. “This is a pain in the ass,” one young man grumbled.

   “Better to be on this side of things than the other side,” the man next to him said.

   “You got that right, brother,” another man said.

   The Global Center is at the corner of Ontario St. and St. Clair Ave. It is across the street from the Justice Center. It is part of the Medical Mart and Convention Center that made history in 2011. Six buildings were demolished to make way for the development. Half a million tons of debris were removed, and more than 12,000 tons of new steel was used to create the infrastructure of the new complex. It was the most steel used on any one project in Cleveland’s history.

   When we got off the elevator I immediately regretted being on time. The line snaked from the elevators backwards then forwards to the sign-in tables. It looked like everybody was in line all at once. I took my place and shuffled forward like everybody else. If I need to come back tomorrow, I thought, I’m showing up late. The next day, when I did arrive late, there was hardly anybody in line.   

   The Global Center is mostly about conventions and industry conferences. It was the media center for the 2016 Republican National Convention, held in downtown Cleveland, when the far-right spun fantasies and the fantastic happened. The Grand Old Party put a bunko artist at the top of its ticket. The 4th floor is where those called for jury duty report every Monday morning every week of every month. The pool of jurors is usually between 300 and 400 people.

   Before I went through the full-body scanner, I told one of the policemen, “I’m breaking in an after-market hip, so I’m going to set off your fire alarm.” He said all right and told me to go ahead. When I did, nothing happened, except the light blinked green for GO. The high-tech scanners are supposed to detect a wide range of metallic threats in a matter of seconds. “Essentially, the machine sends waves toward a passenger’s insides,” said Shawna Redden, a researcher who studies the devices. “The waves go through clothing and reflect whatever might be concealed, and bounce back a signal, which is interpreted by the machine.”

   “Do you want me to try again?” I asked. 

   “No, go ahead,” the policeman said, barely paying any attention to me.

   Six feet apart and masks were back in effect, even though there was no official ruling in the city, where hardly anybody was paying attention to the pandemic anymore. Only the odd man and woman wore a mask in the lobby or anywhere else. All the hard-backed chairs in the big room were in rows a social distance apart and everybody wore a mask. You can’t fight City Hall. Almost everybody kept their heads down looking at their cell phones. Some people read books. A few went to sleep on the sofas lining the walls.

   When the jury pool bailiff stepped to the front of the room everybody perked up. The boss lady looked casual but was anything but, even though she sprinkled in some stale jokes. She wore a short-sleeved blouse, and her forearms were tattooed. The first thing she did was thank us for coming.

   She explained since we were on the voting rolls we had been randomly selected. She thanked us for opting into our civic duty. She showed a video about the history of juries and what jury duty amounts to. A judge from Cuyahoga County Common Pleas Court showed up and thanked us some more. She was wearing a dark skirt. I didn’t know judges could be so friendly and good-looking. When she was done everybody went back to their cell phones and books. The sleepy heads went back to their napping.

   The bailiff said she would be calling groups of 8 for civil cases and groups of 20-and-more for criminal cases. I didn’t mind serving on either kind of jury but was hoping I wouldn’t be called to serve on a criminal case. I didn’t want to be on the jury that was going to convict Tamara McLoyd for shooting and killing Shane Bartek, a Cleveland policeman.

   What would be the point? She seemed to be as guilty as Machine Gun Kelly. Somebody matching her description had been caught on surveillance video pulling the trigger. Her DNA was on the .357 Magnum. She confessed to the crime after being arrested. Why she pled not guilty and was demanding a jury trial was beyond me.

   I brought my Apple tablet with me and read “Empire of the Scalpel” on it all morning. It was about the history and advancement of surgery. No matter their newfound skills of restoring life and limb, there was no bringing Shane Bartek back to life. He was gone to stay. Several groups of jurors trooped out when their names were called. When lunch was announced, I went for a walk on Lakeside Ave.

   The criminal complaint against Tamara McLoyd said she walked up to the off-duty Shane Bartek on Cleveland’s west side on New Year’s Eve and robbed him at gunpoint. He was outside his apartment on his way to a Cleveland Cavs game. When he tried to take her gun away, she shot him twice during the struggle. After the shooting, she stole the policeman’s civilian car and fled. Shane Bartek was taken to Fairview Hospital and pronounced dead. He was 23 years old. She was 18 years old.

   Tamara McLoyd gave the stolen car to a no-good companion of hers who was hunted down later that night by a swarm of suburban police. After a high-speed chase he lost control of the car and slammed into a fence. He didn’t bother saying he was innocent. The police didn’t bother being polite. They tracked the shooter by following videos she was posting on Instagram. She was nothing if not clueless about crime and punishment. She was run to ground, doing her best to curse her way out of capture, and was hauled away to a jail cell. Her handgun was found hidden in the back seat of the not so joyful joy ride. 

   She was Public Enemy No. 1 for a day. The next day she went back to being just an enemy to herself. She never interrupted that side of her whenever it was making a mistake.

   The young woman had been on a crime spree most of the year. Two months earlier, five days after she was sentenced to probation in Lorain County on firearms and robbery charges, she and two accomplices robbed a man in Lakewood, robbed a woman in Cleveland Heights, and robbed Happy’s Pizza in Cleveland. They had worked up an appetite robbing people.

   City Hall and the Cuyahoga County Court House are both on Lakeside Ave. I took self-guided tours during lunchtime and walked around Mall C. I looked down at the Cleveland Browns gridiron and the Science Center across the railroad tracks on the other side of Route 2. There are small parks beside both City Hall and the Court House. I checked out Claes Oldenburg’s rubber stamp sculpture in Willard Park. I checked out John T. Corrigan’s statue in Fort Huntington Park. The over-sized stamp sculpture is whimsical. The life-sized Corrigan statue is stone-faced.

   Tamara McLoyd made her first court appearance on murder charges two days after New Year’s Day. “I didn’t know he was a cop,” she explained, even though nobody was asking for explanations. The cops are like the armed forces, who don’t leave their wounded or dead behind. Killing a policeman is a one-way ticket to the Big House, if not Old Sparky. A city prosecutor read into the record her admission to shooting Shane Bartek. The judge set bail at $5 million dollars and told her to find a lawyer. She hadn’t stolen enough money to make bail. She stayed locked up in the Justice Center the next seven months.

   While there she talked to her friends and mother by jailhouse phone, telling them exactly what happened, and saying she expected to be famous for shooting a policeman. Her lawyers tried to suppress her original confession, but after hearing recordings of her phone calls, nixed the idea. “After consulting with our client, she has authorized and instructed us to withdraw the motion to suppress,” her lawyers said at a hearing.

   John T. Corrigan was Cleveland born and bred, graduating from a local high school and university and law school. He served in the Army during World War Two, losing an eye during the Battle of the Bulge. He was elected Cuyahoga County’s prosecutor in 1956 and re-elected repeatedly, serving for thirty-five years. “It is a large office with more than 300 employees. It’s the second largest public law firm in the state of Ohio,” said Geoffey Means, a former federal prosecutor. John T. was a stern man when it came to law and order. He sent his former law partner to jail. Hoodlums knew there wouldn’t be any sympathy coming their way from the one-eyed legal eagle.

   Nothing had changed since his retirement. When murder was the charge, the office was no-nonsense going forward. When the murder of a policeman was the charge, the office was bound and determined to get it done.

   Tamara McLoyd was bound and determined to say it was an accident. “This shit wasn’t no aggravated,” she told her mother after she was charged with aggravated murder. “This shit was an accident.” Later in the month she told a friend, “We was tussling, he reached for the gun, he fell, and then pow.” She made it sound like a Bugs Bunny cartoon.

   When Monday came to an end at 3 o’clock and I went home, well more than a hundred of us had been picked for actual jury duty. The rest of us came back on Tuesday. More of us were picked, lunchtime was again announced, and I went for another walk. We filtered back at 1 o’clock. I dove back into my sawbones book. A few more of us were picked for a civil trial. Just after 2 o’clock the bailiff cleared her throat.

   “The last judge has just sent word that his trial has been postponed until next week,” she said. “Thank you for coming and you are free to go.”

   We all cheered, collected our certificates of appreciation, and marched away to the elevators. I walked to the lot on W. 3rd St. where I had left my car. It was a cloudless day. There weren’t many people on the sidewalks. The tables and chairs of downtown’s Al Fresco dining were empty. Everybody had gone back to work after eating.

   Al Fresco comes from the Italian and loosely means “in the cool air.” Unlike everybody else, Italians don’t use the term for eating outside. In Italy it means “spending time in the cooler.” When they say cooler, they mean jail.

   Tamara McLoyd was found guilty of theft, grand theft, aggravated robbery, felonious assault, murder, and aggravated murder. It didn’t take the jury long. The courtroom was packed with Cleveland police officers and Bartek’s family. Some of the dead man’s relatives broke into tears. Tamara McLoyd turned 19 during the trial. She was a cold fish, standing unblinking when the verdict was read. 

   “What would you think after being found guilty of aggravated murder?” her lawyer Jaye Schlachet offered up, even though she didn’t seem to be thinking about anything special. Shane Bartek was probably the last thing on her mind.

   “The tragedy is that this individual who committed this crime was on a spree of violence through our community,” Cuyahoga County Prosecutor Michael O’Malley said. “We see it every day in our county. She had opportunities to get on track. At every crossroad she could have turned her life around. She declined that opportunity. She was a terrorist on our streets, and for our community’s sake she is going to face the music for all the crimes she committed over those several months.”

   A sheriff’s deputy put the convicted killer in handcuffs. She was led away. She was facing a life sentence. The judge would decide at her sentencing the following month whether there was going to be the possibility of parole after 25 or 30 years, or whether it was going to be life without parole.

   “We are quite confident that the only thing she will see for the rest of her life are bars,” police union chief Jeff Follmer said.

   Tamara McLoyd tried to explain away the shooting of Shane Bartek. I was glad I wasn’t there to hear it. After a while it’s sickening having to listen to lies. Murder is inherently wrong. She thought she was just offing somebody who was getting in her way, like brushing away a bug. She didn’t realize she was committing suicide as well as murder. She was 1-2-3 down for the count. She was going to Marysville Prison where nobody cared whether jailbirds lived or died, where she could kill time day-in and day-out.

Ed Staskus edits Theatre PEI. He posts stories on 147 Stanley Street and Cleveland Daybook

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Three Questions

✨3 Questions with Brian Ellis!✨

▶️1.How is your Summer going Brian?

“We ( The Ellis Family Band ) are having a great summer. Playing a number of shows on PEI and so far the shows we have performed have been amazing with great interactive crowds”

▶️2.What’s the best part about playing music with your family?

“After almost 50 years of playing music, the 4 brothers (Brian, Rick, Steve & Dave Ellis and 5th member Greg MacDonald) absolutely love playing music as much now as we ever have. Playing music together has given us a lot of fun and enjoyment for all these years. Our fans are the ones who keep the spark and love of playing music ongoing for us. They have and still are supporting us and our music and we so much appreciate that”.

▶️3.Have you played with Fiddlers’ Sons before?

“Eddy Quinn and Fiddlers’ Sons are great friends of ours and they all are wonderful musicians, singers, storytellers and an absolute pleasure to listen to, but especially to share a stage and show with. We have had the pleasure to do just that on numerous occasions and are looking very forward to sharing the stage with them once again in our beautiful hometown and at Harbourfront Theatre in Summerside on Wednesday August 17th 2022!”


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River Clyde Says Thank You

Thank you.

To the performers, volunteers, sponsors and everyone who helped to bring this summer’s Pageant to life – it simply wouldn’t exist without you.

And to the attendees – whether it be your first time at the Pageant or your 50th time – we’re so happy you joined us in beautiful New Glasgow to see what we’ve been putting our hearts and energy into.

Over these past two weekends we gathered by the River Clyde, we took in some spectacular sights and sounds, and the evening skies even put on a show of their own. So now it’s time to get some rest and just be grateful.

From all of us at Team Pageant: thank you! And we hope to see you next year.

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Close Ties to the Island

Actor Paul Rainville’s Close Ties to PEI
Actor Paul Rainville has a close connection to the Island and is finally able to perform for family and friends in The Drawer Boy by Michael Healey at Watermark Theatre from August 9th to September 3rd. Paul shared his thoughts with us about PEI and his time on the Island rehearsing the play.
“I married a Wells from up Alberton way. Her early years were in Pointe Claire, Quebec – but chunks of her summers were spent here on the island and once we were together that pull to come “home” meant that for chunks of our summers we were island bound. When we had kids large swaths of their summertime seasons were spent in these hills and on these shores.
Uncle Chris’ cottage in Lower Bedeque was a destination for many years and the kids loved it and have grown up thinking this place is a second home where lobsters, and oysters, and Aunt Peg’s Green Goddess Sauce, abound.
The clan of cousins always offer a warm embrace and great food and lively debates through to the early hours. And, oh boy oh boy oh boy, Aunt Marilyn’s Mediterranean Fish Soup.
We have two paintings at home: one shows my daughter in rolled up sweat pants, out there at low tide looking to gather up some oysters. She had a taste for some oysters – so after many long highway hours she’d unfolded herself from the back of the car, grabbed a bucket, and marched straight out on the muddy bay off Holman Island to get us a week’s worth of delicious briny treats.
The other was a gift my son painted for his old man’s birthday. It shows a stick game, at Uncle Chris’ cottage, with me whirling round holding the stick high while our border collie sails through the air trying to gain the prize. Made the old birthday fella shed a tear to unwrap that one, I tell ya.
And so many wonderful suppers at cousin Emily’s fabulous place – The Mill in New Glasgow – and watching the River Clyde pageant that cousin Ker and his colleagues all put together.
My introduction to the Watermark Theatre was watching cousin Gracie Finlay in shows going back over the years. And we had great times visiting cousin Carolyn as she worked lunch shifts at the Island Stone Pub in Kensington. Visiting too with cousin Jake and Kate out near Rice Point. And walking the Hazelgrove hills with aunt Lynne and cousin Ben. And saying a brief “Howdy! How are ya!“ to cousin Lucas as he expertly jockeys carts back in to the Superstore.
Well you know it just goes on. The welcome is wide open and embracing.
It’s great too to be here doing the show with Wally MacKinnon (Angus in The Drawer Boy) who just knows a whole lot folks. Rahul Gandhi (who plays Miles in the show) is from Montreal and both he and I are being shown a whole bunch of Island good times. Wally is a magnate for good friends and music – he has a treasure trove holding tons of great tunes.
Why just last night we sang up a storm well into the evening. And our wee valley out here in Clinton lit up with a double rainbow just to launch the gathering. Cars pulled up and guitars came out and a good toe tapping time was had by all.
Wally does Stan justice on those great ballads. Jacob Hemphill (Open Casket Open Mic at the Victoria Playhouse) strummed up some of the Johnny Cash songs in his repertoire and we got a taste of the show he’s writing for a fall tour. Buddy Bryan picked some great guitar solos.
There’s more. I haven’t even told the story about meeting the old…”
Ticket prices for The Drawer Boy range from $15 to $32 and can be purchased at or by calling the box office at 902-963-3963.
Watermark Theatre’s Mandate
Located in North Rustico, PEI, on land that is the traditional unceded territory of the Mi’Kmaq, the Watermark Theatre is a professional theatre company that produces time-honoured plays, as well as contemporary plays that resonate with our times.
As a company we are led by the principles of inclusion, diversity, equity, and accessibility and commit to incorporating these core values in everything we do.
We prioritize environmental stewardship and sustainability.
The Watermark Theatre is dedicated to the development of the next generation of theatre artists and arts administrators through mentorship and professional training.
In all of our programming we strive for artistic excellence while endeavouring to inform, affect, and engage our audience and our community.
For more information please contact Lara Dias at 902-963-3963 or
Watermark Theatre
57 Church Hill Ave                
North Rustico, PE                
C0A 1X0           
(902) 963-3963

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