My first impression of Ken's personality goes back 38 years.
KEN - at 2
I've got a kid
and his name is Kenny.
Don't ask for a frown,
he hasn't any.
He's a jellybean,
colour him "boy",
A happy, noisy
wind-up toy.
Tough on the outside,
the inside's goo,
Jellybeans are good
right through.
Sometimes pink
and sweet and bright,
Sometimes black
as mud at night.
Full of smiles
right over the brim,
If you're blue,
just look at him;
He will giggle
and shine your way
And fix YOUR smile
to last all day.
I guess he's pretty much still the same.
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Santa Claus. When Ken was my colleague at Educarium in 1999 he conjured up a “12 Days of Christmas” act for our Caribbean Christmas show that was hysterical. The performance included lines like: “six Santa’s sunning” – with six adorable kids in Santa attire leading the refrain - and “leven limbo lessons!” He would have a kid run out with a colorful prop after each refrain and, with a great big smile, blurt out something like, “They’re Long Johns. And they’re Silver!” or “Swab the deck and deck the halls!” Our entire Educarium staff had a great time when he brought us to his club, The iNSTiTUTiON, and led us all through a wonderful evening of improv participation. We all just about busted a gut laughing! Some of his favorite shows, like “Noises Off” and “Waiting for Guffman” show just how much he loves the process of creating comedy. He helped us take care of our new house on short notice, makes great things magically happen out of thin air, and brings smiles to the world. Ken, you’re a real Santa Claus!
Canadian Idol. Ken: In the short time I have known you have made a huge impression on me. Thank you for being such a tremendous human being and for sharing your time, energy, humour and wisdom with me, my husband, the whole Mountain Road Productions team, and everyone around you.
…when he shall die; Take him and cut him out in little stars; And he will make the face of heaven so fine; That all the world will be in love with night… - Romeo and Juliet (Act 3, Scene 2)
You are a true star! (At least that’s what all your publicity says.) Much love to you and your fabulous family.
Crazy artists. As an improvisor I'm so glad that I've been able to be a part of Ken's talent pool at The Institution Comedy Club. I'm well aware that without Ken I'd be alone in a room with a bucket of "God Damn it's" screaming non sequitur's while I look for a way to make a puns out of the words like "Recliner". Because of Ken, I can do all that and go away feeling like an artist (or at least not crazy).
One-In-A-Million. So is it a surprise to anyone that Ken should have a disease that afflicts one in a million? This is a guy who has used his wit and enthusiasm to create an improv club in Ottawa. One in a million. His family has followed him from a townhouse in the burbs, to a mansion in Rockcliffe, to a trailer in Greely, then back to the burbs. He must be one in a million. He is an adult who has garnered the respect of hundreds of school children with his natural ability to make them believe in themselves. From what I'm learning he accomplishes the same feat with adults too. Really - one in a million. The number of people touched by Ken's positive life force will undoubtedly reach one million before he's done. Fortunately, that means he will always be with us. Ken, my soul is richer for having made your acquaintance. Thank you.
Ken... David Letterman-style. I met Ken approximately a year ago. Crime Stoppers was looking to have a unique event to bring the message home of choices in one's lifestyle. The audience was students across Renfrew County. Each year the program strives to do something different and unique and to give something back to the community as well as raise much needed funds to operate the volunteer run crime prevention program. The setting was a talk show, a David Letterman-style approach if you will. Ken had the young people thinking, empowered, and participating. It was recorded by local cable and distributed to each school across Renfrew County and re-airs on Valley cable stations now and again. An excellent event, everyone had a great time. He touched 350 young people with a message and it was well received. Now its time to continue to share Kens gift of giving. Thank you my friend. "There is a destiny that makes us brothers; None goes his way alone; All that we send into the lives of others, Comes back into our own." (Edwin Markhom). Be Well.
Sort of like the Energizer Bunny. We have long admired Ken for his determination to bring live improv to Ottawa over the years. Through several venue changes, Ken kept to his vision of making Ottawa laugh and get involved. Even through the Pen Dragon times (yikes!) he kept things going, even serving food to patrons between sets. Thanks for your dedication, Ken.
The audition. On a whim, I auditioned for The Institution in the fall. My previous experience consisted of one improv tournament in high school, but for some reason I had never performed since. Ken never once said my name during the audition, preferring instead to call me “the blonde flip” when he wanted me on stage. I thought if he didn’t take the time to learn my name, I must be doing some pretty bad scenes. I was sure I blew it when it came to the improvised song portion of the audition. I blanked when it came time to find a rhyme for the word “hat”. My mind was made up, I had completely messed up my audition. Imagine my surprise when he announced that I was in the group he wanted to speak to after the audition. Now imagine my astonishment when he asked me to play in the show that coming Friday. This, to me, sums up Ken. He sees things in people that no one else does, sometimes even the performers themselves. He not only brings out the talent in people, he pushes them to find it. Playing shows with him always makes me strive to give a better performance. I have learned so much from Ken in such a short period of time, for which I will be forever grateful. Because of him The Institution has become such a huge part of my life, and always will be. Alison Thomas
Everyone should be as lucky as this guy. I first met Ken in the summer of '98. My name had been given to him by another local musician who was unable to perform with this new brand of comedy he was bringing to Ottawa. Such was my good luck. As someone who plays primarily by ear, the concept of improv appealed to me immensely. I was also a huge Second City fan from way back, so the idea got me excited but didn't prepare me for what I would learn over the years since. Musical improv and theatrical/ comedic improv have much in common - as I found out - and many of the things I knew about the nature of improvising from my own musical experience I never really ever articulated to myself or even thought about. Over the years Ken made clear to me (though he may not have known it) the underpinnings of the art... or at least, those that also directly apply to music. Performing with him has really taught me which instincts to trust and which risks to take. The ability to recognize when you can "let go" and just float and do no wrong in a creative situation is a pretty amazing thing. It's hard not to be eternally grateful for that kind of enlightenment. Ken's ability to deal with his disease is sometimes a bit jarring but always frustratingly inspiring. He and his wife and kids have this glowing quality about them that leaves you scratching your head how someone - despite and *in* spite of his misfortune - could seem to be the centre of such amazingly *good* fortune. As a unit, they are the most well-adjusted family I've ever met in my life - by a quantum leap or two. As I have said on previous occasions, Ken and his family deal with his terminal illness better than mine deal with Christmas. It's staggering and frankly I am awed by it. Everyone should be as lucky as this guy. Over the years Ken has been prone occasionally to being almost apologetic in his thanks for sticking it out through some of the harder times with the club. I always found this curious because I don't think he realizes how much I was there for what I was learning personally. I always felt like I owed *him*. It's been an odd an awesome ride.
A scary guy? I am at a loss for words. Ken Goodmere is a brilliant, brilliant man. Joel and I would go to the Institution when it was at the James Street every weekend to see the gang. And every week without fail, we would leave in stitches. Ken has so much talent it is scary. This earth will be forever changed when he leaves, but the memories will always be here. Every time we think of him we laugh…a job well done for such a funny man. We are all thinking of you Ken and your family. Keep smiling. Love
Now sing it. Ken and I have a funny connection. We click when we work together. I have had the opportunity to be directed by Ken in two musicals, and this story dates back to last summer. We were rehearsing for "I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change" at the Institution, and I must admit I was spent. It was my first exposure to a director who didn't just cast me on the song and dance, but demanded more of me, who in fact saw more dramatic potential in me than I did at the time. In truth he exhausted me. But in the good way. I was rehearsing "I Will Be Loved Tonight". This is a song about a woman deserving of love and a meaningful relationship, but it just didn't seem to come to her in life, until a certain moment in the show where she finishes a successful date, and makes plans to meet up with her lover in the evening, knowing she will be loved. Finally. Ken asked everyone to leave the room. I'll admit I thought, "Oh shit. Here we go. I'm going to get 500 different explanations and analogies about the interpretation of the song, I'm not in the mood." Instead I got an anecdote. Forgive me - but this is where the lack of facts some in. Ken sat with me on the set piece and gently folded his hands on his lap. He told me a story of a woman who was extremely dear to him. A close friend who was dynamic, brilliant, funny and interesting but she could never find love. He talked about her difficulty in relationships, and the euphoric moment when she finally met her life mate one day late in life. He talked about how deserving she was of love. The wedding was set, the wedding she had waited all her life for and she called Ken to speak on behalf of her newfound joy. He asked me to sing this song for her. Think of her situation, her elation, and all the love she deserved but never got to indulge in, as she passed away only weeks before her wedding. I was speechless. Because Ken was giving a bit of himself to me to bring forward in tribute to her on the stage everynight. For those who deserve love, but never seem to quite get it right. Sometimes until its too late. "Now sing it." He said. I replied that I couldn't for I couldn't even speak. He spoke gently and said, "Yes. Right now. Sing it." And he got up off the set, and walked over to the director's chair and watched. We were both on our last thread, and I don't even think I got one word out without huge sighs and tears. But we did it. For her. Everynight.
Blackouts with class. I¹m so impressed by the testimonials in the Kenspot! Typically I¹m accustomed to improv enthusiasts being very well spoken but painfully illiterate. I expected messages like "Ken is nice. Me like fun!"; y¹know, stuff written as if the author had pummeled them out wearing oven mitts. Let me venture a bit of context here as regards Ken¹s comedy coven. Our website has followed Ken¹s pursuits through many venues and even more cast-members. The Institution could not have existed through these many years and incarnations except for the passion and drive of Mr. Godmere. As a stand-up, I toast him because The Institution has always been friendly to stand-up comics hungry for time. We were always welcome to do an opener and, back in the James St. days, I was fortunate enough to darken the stage with miscreants like Tracey MacDonald, Wafik Nasrallah and Christina Walkinshaw. I¹m likewise impressed with how often I see him on TV sporting a toque or 'Raising the Roof' for a shelter or benefit. He does more community service than people I know who were forced to by court order. He is blessed with a wonderful family, both by blood and further by spirit. And the enthusiasm he infuses into the talented crew with which he surrounds himself, creates another sort of family in its way. It¹s that energy we, as audiences, show up for. How else would I know about people like Kris Josephs, the most recent engine roaring through the show. The first time I saw Greg Cochrane, Jon Dore (Canadian Idol), Andrea Jenson (Madly off) and Ajay Fry (Eating Humber Pie) was at Ken's. Ken is the heart and soul of Ottawa improv, as well as so many other important initiatives and causes in this city. And I just generally like the guy so much that I always feel terrible that I¹m not more in attendance. He sometimes cajoled me that I too should take part in some of his workshops. Ahhh... maybe next month! FAVORITE MEMORY: Ken¹s highly regarded, 'I Love You, You're Perfect...Now Change'. This was an NAC 4th stage show that was very well reviewed and sold out their opening night. THEN the blackout hit and he lost his most lucrative Friday, Saturday night shows. He wasn¹t outwardly phased. It¹s something called class. I can¹t wait to tell him all of this in person. It should be a great party.
The Preacher. Ken has been VERY generous with his time - he led an educational session for Laughing Matters Toastmasters on creative comedy, then shared The Institution stage with the Toastmasters club when both were located at the Pen Dragon Pub. He managed to be unperturbed when the Toastmasters meeting ran overtime and cut into his paying improv gig! "Thinking outside the box" is a cliche many people will probably use when talking about Ken - but it's so true that he has never let anything box him in! He has led numerous people and groups in getting comfortable with that same "unboxed" attitude. The "box" didn't know what hit it when Ken and his creativity, charisma, and comedy arrived! Many thanks to, and prayers for, Ken.
His neighbours even like him! I have known Ken since he moved into Blackburn Hamlet many years ago. He has been my children's drama teacher, a friend, and a patient in my family practice. Ken sparked such a strong interest in drama in my son, that he is now considering a career in acting! My daughter was inspired by Ken's stories of himself as a shy young man (?!) and learned from his example to speak up in public. Ken is honest and caring. He is very considerate of others' feelings and points of view, and takes great care to protect others from hurt. After I discussed his diagnosis with him, Ken wanted to know if I was coping okay with helping him through this illness. It is exceedingly rare for a patient to worry about the doctor's feelings when they themselves face serious illness. Ken is an amazing man.
More than just his baldness. "I have met Ken Godmere all of three times. As a magazine editor who has to cover dozens of beats every month, I regularly speak with and interview people who come from all kinds of unconnected areas - restaurant people, art people, music people, retail people, sports people, theatre people, and funny people. And the most refreshing funny person I have ever interviewed and taken pictures of is, bar none, Ken (and I've interviewed some pretty famous funny people). It is evident from the moment one meets him that we have on our hands no ordinary funny person. What we have, actually, is a bald, funny person. Very bald. And very funny. And someone who has made mother earth a better place to be. Especially for other bald guys. And for other funny guys. And for people who like to laugh at bald, funny people."
What does K-E-N spell? The moment I heard the unfortunate news about Ken, I asked myself why this could happen to the most passionate, kind and full of life person that I know. Ken has taught me a lot about life: self-motivation, having fun and improvisation. His sincerity, compassionate personality, generous heart and his smiling face and baldhead has proven him to be a truly wonderful friend for life. The most important thing is to have FUN, make people smile and enjoy life, which is all KEN. Give me a K (Kindness); Give me an E (Elated); Give me a N (Noble or Neat) = KEN.
From a fellow iNMATE. A man who can laugh in the face of his own mortality is a man who has not wasted a moment of it. When you've lived every day as though you've just gone over the first drop on the world's largest rollercoaster, what fear or regret lies in what comes next? Ken doesn't touch lives; he impacts them. He inspires, frustrates, challenges, coddles, pushes, pulls, hurts, and heals. His soul is his armour -- both sensitive and strong -- and it yearns for glimpses of that same sensitivity and strength in others. In one moment he infuses you with the confidence to take a huge risk and reach for greatness; in the next, he has you at the mercy of puns that would make Shakespeare groan; in the next, he drives you to the brink of tears and leaves you hanging in extreme anger. No moment in his presence is a moment that passes uneventfully. He may not always make you feel positive, but he always makes you feel. Ken is a man who not only sees the pure essence of humanity in every action a person undertakes; he is a man who stops to admire it, cherish it... and then, with a mischievous smirk, he asks if he can provide just a few suggestions for improvement. He wallows in stark contradictions, marinates in unbridled optimism, and flourishes in mind-numbing paradox. He has, in every way, embodied the notion that the ending is trivial in comparison to the journey. Woe be to the higher power: wherever Ken ends up next, he will arrive with a smile on his face and wonder in his eyes, asking "Can I have a suggestion of a general theme or topic?"
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A friend; a dad. Dad has been everything to me. A friend, when I want to talk to someone about what happened that day at school. An instructor, teaching me slowly and carefully how to ride a bike. A colleague, commenting on my writing project and giving tips on how to improve. A leader, when I need someone to follow, someone to guide me. A role model, someone for me to look up to and someone to hope to be like. A mentor, someone who has always believed in me in anything and everything I do. Ken, my dad, has been my light, my inspiration, my friend, my dad, my everything. Thank you Daddy. For what you have done for me and so many others as well. I believe. I love you, Dad.
Ken Godmere. Ken Godmere came into my life in 1986, when we were both performing in a production of West Side Story. From the very first moment I met him, I was completely transfixed. His silly antics and wacky sense of humor kept the entire cast laughing during rehearsals and backstage. Gee, what a funny guy, I thought. Then Ken walked onstage as "Action" and put the entire audience into hysterics with his incredibly funny "Officer Krupke" number. Gee, what a brilliant comedic performer, I thought. Then I saw Ken with Jen, his equally talented and funny girlfriend, later to be his beautiful wife. Gee, what a wonderful, romantic boyfriend/husband, I thought. I didn't see much of Ken after he moved to Ottawa, but I saw him just over a year ago. A very dear friend of ours had died and Ken had jumped in the car and driven 5 hours to be with everyone, to share the sorrow and help celebrate her life. Gee, what a marvellous friend, I thought. Then he began to proudly tell me about his 2 lovely children, and how extremely involved he was with every aspect of their lives. Gee, what a fantastic father, I thought. Funny guy, brilliant performer, wonderful husband, marvellous friend, fantastic father. I knew it the first moment I met him. Ken, I love you.
Whenever. Kenny's not going anywhere - even when all of the lives he's touched have passed, those life lessons will endure in others. Someone makes a difference whenever they leave this place better than they found it... Whenever their personal-balance-sheet is not about what they have, but what they've given - with nary a dollar sign to be found. …Whenever they've learned from (but never turned from) their own experiences - good and bad - ever striving to make the good better, yet still seeking out and finding the puppy at the end of the poop trail. ... Whenever they willingly share their knowledge and insight with any and every one. … Whenever their honour and integrity are not traded for personal gain - but willingly offered (along with so much more) to others in pursuit of their dreams and aspirations. ȂWhenever their children learn and grow as givers, holding and reflecting values chosen through example to make their own difference. Ken, you surely do make a difference.
COURAGE. Four and a half years ago, when the bottom fell out of my Life (my high-tech world came to a crashing halt), Ken became my HERO. ~ When I first met you, Ken, I saw the vast universe in your eyes, and heard a soothing ocean of reassurance in your voice. I was broken, nervous in an altered career, and needing courage to face new expectations that came from my forced metamorphosis. You were there for me even though we were strangers. On the phone, at 10pm one night, you talked me through my first presentation. The next day, I called to report my success to YOU – my Coach and Source of an incredible amount of Courage. I know I am not the only one that you have inspired and mentored over the years. Today, the courage that you seeded in me has bloomed – I am forever in your debt. ~ THANK YOU for giving me the Courage to face Life and make margaritas out of lemons. Cheers to you – dear Friend, Coach and HERO. ~ ~ ~ Ken - I wish you Peace and Love Now and Forever.
Hey, if Ken likes you, you must be alright. I have known Ken through his association with the Agora Bookstore. My husband has been the manager of the bookstore, and he and Ken formed a partnership last summer so that The Institution could move into the space above the bookstore. Ken is someone who, right from the first meeting, makes you feel like you're a friend, and someone special. He seems to only be interested in you, and what you have to say, when you're talking with him. Right away, I wanted him to like me - it's like he has this energy that shines out and you just want to be lucky enough to be included in its circle. I have really enjoyed getting to know him and his family a little, coming to some shows and running into them in the bookstore - i think they're all terrific and i feel lucky that they've been a part of Chris' and my life for the last year. :)
The left brain. I first met Ken while he was teaching at Educarium. From the first moment, I could see that he loved what he was doing. His passion for theatre exuded with every breath and completely infected every child he came into contact with. Even the most "left brained" individuals (my son among them) developed an interest in the stage. However, Ken's classes were about more than just "acting". Ken was able to relate to each and every child on an individual basis - he gave them wings to fly, encouraging them always to strive to achieve their full potential - half measures would not do! Even now, three years after my son graduated from Educarium he often recounts things that happened during Mr. Godmere's class. My son was in the first graduating class at Educarium and due to an oversight, no special activity had been planned for the class. It was Ken who came to the rescue; he realized how much this event meant to the children and on the last day of school he took the whole class to The Institution where they enjoyed food and where they were able to try out their talents on a real stage. Ken, our life is richer because fate allowed our paths to cross. You are truly wonderful person!
Here's a KenSpot! Ken has positively touched so many people's lives and careers. He's helped us creative types pursue our dreams by giving us the training and the opportunities that we needed. He's an amazing actor, an inspirational teacher, a kick ass improvisor and a friend!
Thanks Mr. Godmere. Hi Mr. Godmere. Thanks for teaching me everything about drama, acting, and skits at Educarium. Today I am in grade 7 at Henry Larsen E.S.. I always looked forward to drama during the week at Educarium. I remember everything that we did in our class: following the directions to draw a campsite on the board and I learned the words boycott and improvisation from him. I really enjoyed having Mr. Godmere as a teacher. He always was one of my favourites. His classes weren't the least bit boring, we always had something fun and interesting to do. He was a really neat guy, I thought when I was in his class. He always knew what he was doing in our class, and most of all he had control over the class. He was one of the nicest teachers I've ever had, I remember the time that I thought my carpool ride had left without me so I went to the office so I could call home, and Mr. Godmere offered to drive me. Just then my ride pulled up in front of the school. If I could pick out three or four of the adults who have set the biggest impression on me he would be there. Thanks Mr. Godmere...
Challenging And Rewarding. I attended a number of Ken's workshops at The Institution, and really enjoyed them. I had been involved with improv for a number of years, and found Ken's sessions challenging but rewarding all the same. I had the chance to try out for the Institution cast last year, as well. I didn't have a particularly good night, but appreciated the opportunity, as well as Ken's honest appraisal. My best memories of Ken, though are watching him, and the talented bunch at the Institution do their stuff and laughing until I had tears in my eyes. Godspeed Ken, and thanks for all the laughs.
To Kenspot. Ken is one of those rare individuals who knows how to live each moment to its fullest - always picking up on the thoughts and feelings of others and willingly stepping into the shoes of his friends and colleagues. As a teaching colleague of his, I witnessed Ken work his magic with his students. My office window looked out on his makeshift classroom in the school cafeteria. There, his students learned to communicate in all possible ways - their initial performance anxiety dissolved into teachable moments that touched on respect, honesty, memories, the artifacts of life etc. Shy boys and girls were encouraged to step out of their protective shells and find their voices through drama, public speaking, and active listening. They emerged from his classes with confident smiles, ready to take action, and speak their minds. All of his students adored him - flocking his car when he returned to visit. In a world with a growing void of idealism, Ken has stood against the tide. He continues to motivate the next generation to take a stand, helping them realize that the unique way they see the world really matters. From a personal perspective, Ken is a special friend. He always finds the perfect thing to say and always has a healthy perspective on life. He is always eager to help out - in fact my house is filled with his carpentry prowess. Despite the challenges of making a living in the arts world, Ken never hesitates to say "I'm the luckiest guy in the world." Walking into his world helps me remember what's so special about life and living. I know I'm one of the luckiest guys in the world to have such a wonderful friend.
Making a difference. Our great teacher at Educarium Ken, drama teacher extrordinaire, could not go unnoticed by parents and children whose children were impacted by his ability to instill intense humour and love into what parents have sat through year after year, Christmas performances that never seemed to end. But Ken had the ability to not only make the parents laugh but to make each and every child feel special. I've have never in 18 years of sitting respectively through school plays seen a group of over 100 students actively engaged in such an activity. And when the curtain doesn't drop at that cherished moment Ken was there to fill in the blanks without a flicker of concern. Imagine Frosty the Snowman performed in every dramatic nuance possible and you would have witnessed a Ken Godmere miracle. Ken, if not for your love of children and performance, our child would not be the creative young man (well I should say adolescent as he is just turning 14 this week) he is today, and your name often comes up with good times and laughter around our dinner table. Do know that you have made a difference in our child's life and many others as well.
A group thanks. Just wanted to include some words from all of us at Canadian Mental Health Association, Ottawa Branch. Ken has been our Master of ceremonies or auctioneer at our special event, a food auction for our United Way/ Centraide Campaign at our office. We laughed, ate and gave money. One year, we contributed $2,000 just because of Ken's tenacity. He has been so generous and gracious with his time. Ken and his gang has also entertained us at our Christmas party. Our thoughts are with you and your family, Ken. Thank you for all your time and wisdom.
The gift of laughter. "Life does not cease to be funny when people die; any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh." (George Bernard Shaw). Ken, your infectious optimism and commitment to your craft and achieving life goals has always reinforced my belief that anything is possible. Your energy and passion for life continue to inspire me. Spending time with you has reminded me to break out of my box, play more, and take life a lot less seriously. You probably have no idea how precious this gift has been to me and what a impact you have had on my life. Thank you for the laughter.
Partners in crime, and a virtual rollercoaster. I first met Ken in March 2003 at a fundraising event for the Bytown Art Group. After being introduced by Craig Cardiff, Ken and I started talking about the new space that we were moving the Agora into and about how we had some extra space that we weren't sure what to do with. We agreed to meet again in the next week or two and talk about the idea of a partnership to make use of our extra space and provide the Institution with a home to call its own. Over the next couple of months we put together a plan and a design for the Agora and the Institution. Together we suffered and fought through all of the challenges thrown at us by the city and the alcohol and gaming commission. Throughout the process Ken just kept telling me, "you do what you can with what you've got until you get what you need to do what you want." He encouraged me to laugh and keep smiling throughout the process and he helped to keep me motivated. When all was said and done we had created a unique partnership and community space which has been used for improv, fundraising, concerts, parties, speed dating, corporate training and drinking. It has been home to events for the Bytown Art Group, Toque Tuesday, Operation Go Home, Leadership Ottawa and numerous others. Without Ken this partnership and opportunity would not have happened or existed. He has pushed me to learn new things - like how to run a bar and how to ride a virtual roller coaster (my first televised improv experience). He has helped us to promote our bookstore and draw in community interest in our space. As we both prepare to leave our respective organizations I know that I will always value my association with Ken and the partnership we were able to forge, which will hopefully benefit the University of Ottawa community and the Ottawa community at large for a long time to come. Thanks Ken.
Toques. Ken is a star in all senses of the word, from the twinkle in his eye to his presence on stage. He is selfless, tireless and unrelenting in sharing his vision. I had the true honour of working with him on the ‘hat from hell’ campaign more familiar under it’s official name ‘Toque Tuesday – 2004”. This year we had the mad idea to have a 39-hour ‘Improvathon’ to raise awareness and funds for Canada’s homeless population’. (Let’s face it was his idea, only a complete maniac could come up with something like that!) His generosity of spirit was a real inspiration. He managed to put together and deliver this event with total professionalism, tireless effort, and abounding good humour, all at a time that was very difficult physically and emotionally for both himself and his family. He even wore a Toque! though I must say he looked a bit of a ‘plonker’ in it. The terrific gift of love he gave to this year’s campaign made it truly special and also made it one of the most successful to date. Ken is a great guy and a national treasure and I am proud to be able to refer to him as a friend.
He's the bomb! I first met Ken at Whitham School for the Performing Arts and I thought "what an enthusiastic, high energy, amazing and talented guy - how did I luck in to this class?" Ken didn't let me down, his classes were fun and funny, entertaining, thought provoking, mind-stretching, imaginative and sometimes difficult - how the heck can you carry on a scene, remember the storyline plus start each topic with a new letter of the alphabet???? The relationship continued through voice coaching and Ken made my first (and only) voice tape. He encouraged me and uplifted me and gave me the confidence to try harder. What a guy. Then - an opportunity - I was cast as "Ballet Instructor No. 1" in a made for T.V. movie. It was a real stretch for me because my profession is dance instructor - how did I ever prepare for that one???? Ken worked long and hard with me on my upper class British accent. Of course Ken can do 15 different accents and sometimes I just wanted to sit and listen and then say "do the Australian again - or do the New York one - or do the Irish one...." By the time the taping started in Mtl. I was ready. The one line that made it to the screen was perfect and without Ken's encouragement and talents for inflections and accents, I could not have done the part. Heck, when I was at the audition and doing my best imitation of a Brit (pre-Ken), the producers said " brilliant - now do the scene with a British accent". Uh oh! Ken, you're number one with me - you're the bomb!!!!
The meaning of life. Ken is one of the few people I've ever met that really knows how to live life! No living in a box or following someone else's script for him. (How's that for a metaphor...?). While many of us are still struggling our way up the "Hierarchy of Needs", Ken is already self-actualized. Ken and I were talking one time about what we'd do if we won a few million dollars. After I told him what I'd do.... He said, after a bit of a pause "Well, I guess I'd probably go find a stage somewhere, recruit some actors and create some improv." 'Nuff said!
What the heck is improv? I didn't even know that "improv" comedy existed, until I met Ken. Little did I know that "improv comedy" would turn out to be the least interesting thing about Ken, to me, anyway.
Kencandoo. I admire Ken's 'can do' attitude. He's absolutely fearless. I once hired him do an improv night, at a hotel in Kingston ON, for a bunch of engineers, the real hard core coder-types. I gave him only the briefest in direction, both how to get to the hotel and what I hoped to achieve. Ken was brilliant, he loaded the car with his iNSTiTUTiON cast, and he drove them to Kingston the night of the show. He didn't even stop to eat, drink or pee. The event was flawless, everyone got involved. Even the folks that were most reticent to get involved at the beginning, ended up on stage and participating. It was a lot of fun and a night I'll always remember. It's all about attitude, Ken's got a ton and he loves to share it.
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We had only met you a few times. I wish we had more. It's very unfortunate that such a thing should happen to such a wonderful person. With a disease that happens to only one in a million the odds are very rare. Someone up there knew that only a strong and caring person could take such a fall for us all. You are an amazing person and I know that you are strong enough to help family and friends through the times ahead. I want to wish the best to you and your family.
Hanger-oner. I first became aware of Ken when I visited the Clomedy Cub a few years ago. That first appearance piqued my interest, and I eventually started showing up regularly when Ken and his troupe moved into James Street. After watching the show for a while, I thought I would give it a try, so I started taking workshops. What followed were some of the best times I've ever had. Ken was always there to give you honest feedback on how you did, and what you could do to be better. I followed the workshops for a long time, following the Institution to its Merivale location. At the Merivale location, though, my attitude to the workshops changed. Ken noticed, and he would often tell me to just let myself go, and stop holding back. One evening, there was no workshop, but Ken and I ended up sitting in the Institution for about half an hour, and just talking. All my emotions began to come pouring out, and Ken listened, occasionally giving out advice. There are few people in this world that I would be willing to open up to, but Ken is one of them. Though I eventually stopped doing the workshops, I've tried to keep Ken's advice in mind when living my regular life. So I just wanted to take this opportunity to say, thank you, Ken. I will always be grateful for the laughs you've supplied, and the advice you've given. My thoughts go to you and your family.
The Man Who Made Jesus Dance. Back in 2000, I had written a film called Jesus Christ, Vampire Hunter, and the script called for a big song and dance sequence to herald the protagonist's arrival to Ottawa. We needed a choreographer. Graham Collins, who scored the film, suggested we get in touch with this guy who ran the comedy club where Graham played - this guy named Ken Godmere. We met Ken in the old Institution, on Bank below the James St., and immediately recognized in him the kind of manic energy that independent filmmaking (and, I suppose, an independent comedy club) relies on. Ken took over from that point, organizing an open call for talent, screening volunteers, assigning parts and helping us build an entire sequence from scratch. On the day of filming, he wrangled dozens of extras, turned our lead actor into a veritable Donald O'Connor, and made sure one of the most elaborate sequences we had ever attempted came off without a hitch. He even convinced me to sing to the assembled performers to teach them the lyrics for the big group sing. I'm generally much more comfortable behind a keyboard than centre stage, but it was impossible to refuse in the face of his enthusiasm and dedication. He even brought his own kids along to fill crucial roles in the scene - a gesture that at first confused the hell out of us, since we were convinced the man was gay, so far had he gotten into the role of flamboyant dance choreographer. Four years later, his sequence is one of the most memorable and most fun in the film, which should come as no surprise, since Ken is no stranger to making people smile. With our limited resources, Bob Fosse couldn't have done better. So that's how I know Ken. As the man who made Jesus dance. Thanks, Ken. Thanks.
Kenny the Pipsqueak. I knew Ken Godmere way back as Kenney, or more lovingly as one of the Pipsqueak. I used to look forward to all of the Godmere children coming over to their grandparents for the summer. Growing up in the boonies (as I fondly call the homestead), we did not see many kids over the summer holidays. So, when Kenney and his brothers and sister arrived for their holiday I knew we were in for the good times in those lazy days of summer. What I remember most of Kenney is that he was the silly goofy one of the bunch. He made us laugh and giggle over silly little things. Although it as been probably close to thirty years that I have not seen Kenny and his siblings, these memories still hold a very special place in my heart.
Woodstock Energy is Bottled in Ken’s Karma! Although I’m in the minority when it comes to knowing Ken for the amount of years or times we crossed paths, I do know that he is indeed a special individual. What I also know is that the time we did cross paths, Ken left some pretty impressive footprints. He reminded me of the energy and positive Karma some of us lived through at the Woodstock generation. Working a corporate event with Ken confirmed to me that there is a desire in each and every one of us to laugh, share positive energy and remind us that one of life’s treasures is realizing those facts. Amazingly enough we learned that it is doable in a corporate environment just as it would be anywhere else. Ken we appreciate, we love and thank you for Energizing that Karma! Keep The Faith Rev Lee
A great human. Ken and I searched for the seam of a very large carpet at the movie theatre. It took about 15-20 minutes. I had a great time. I love Ken like a brother, a father, and a best friend. Those people teach you the most about yourself. They don't make you, they show you. Toleration, moderation, listening, and believing show people who they are and can be. It took Emma one look to turn us into children when she caught us smoking cigars on the swing set. If you understand relationships you understand humans. If you understand how to communicate as well as Ken, you understand how to be a great human. If you use this to your full advantage and let go of what's stopping you, you'll always give all of yourself to everything you believe in. Andrew can say "Come on Matt?!?" better than anyone ever, and it's way more effective then when Ken says it. If Ken has the money, he'll give it. If Ken has the time, you'll get it. If Ken knows the answer, you'll find it. If Ken has the power, he'll share it. If Ken has nothing at all, he'll give it his all and it'll work out better than it should. Jen Can Listen. Ken Can Talk. They are meant to be together. When one dies the other will still have something to say, and the other will still be listening.
This is Ken. Ken and I go w-----aa-----ay------yyy back……………. we went to high school together….that’s over 20 years ago!!! Those were the Gold Ole Days, those were fun carefree times. If I didn’t feel like going to class, and that happened once or twice….heh heh…..I knew Ken was around or he had a spare and I could spend my time with him. We would laugh and carry on like there was no tomorrow. Nothing's changed….last winter I was in Ottawa for an awards presentation…fortunately….ooops I mean unfortunately….(not), I got snowed in, I called Ken, he came out…picked me up and we went out to dinner and laughed our head’s off. It was the greatest evening……and through and TRUE….this is KEN!!! Fun, Carefree and the greatest friend a person could ever have!!
The touch. Ken has a knack of making everyone feel important, and special. He has a way of seeing all those things inside that you don't even know exist. He has touched so many lives, including mine, and for that I thank him.
Thank you. Hello Mr.Godmere!... or Ken. Whichever you prefer. Its very confusing you know, the way you keep switching your name. At stage craft, when I was seven or so, your name was Ken. I watched the tape you made of our Aespop's Fable's play, just recently. I have to say, you must have real skills to keep all of us untamed children under control, let alone to turn us into such highly skilled actors. A few years later you became my teacher at Educarium and your name was Mr.Godmere. I really liked your english and drama classes. They were definitely the highlight of all the students' weeks. I think you are the only teacher that I will ever have, to hold an exam involving pretending to fly an airplane. I definately learned a lot in your classes, about people and self confidence and whatnot. In between the two years that you taught at Educarium, I went to the summer camp you held. Here, you once again became Ken. By the way, I really enjoyed your summer camp too. This name changing thing is very confusing, you know. I don't mind though, Mr. Godmere and Ken are both excellent teachers.
PS: You have my thanks and congratulations on raising such an excellent friend for me to go to school with.
Hmm... Well, I always wondered why Jen didn't get pissed when I kept her husband out all night doing Word Jumbles after rehearsals or shows, but, she didn't seem to mind. I always wondered why Ken would drive all night to pick me up in Sault Ste. Marie, from the oh so wonderful gig Second City did up there one summer.... on a train... with singing... and a guy in a mountie suit.... which, funnily enough, Ken got to wear while he performed on the second day of the show after our lead lost his voice in the opening. I will never forget trying to help Ken with the lines all night... then both of us ignoring our wake up calls and arriving late for the show. On the other hand, after knowing Ken for a bit, he is who he is, and he does what he does, and none of it, was a big deal, it was all for fun, every new thing an adventure. I kinda wish he still lived in Toronto, but from what I can see, what he is doing now, is great, and I wish I were there to join in. I have known so few people in my life, that have been as wonderful to me, as Ken, I miss those Jumbles, and the exhausted cracked voice singing in the car, the nights of karaoke at SIng Singseven the fun we had with JJ up in the Sault, but I will always remember them fondly. Love you Ken.
The Zen of Ken. If ever you've been surprised by the accuracy of an horoscope, you'd be blown away by Ken. He's got this uncanny ability to identify your element and to intuit when you're 'in it'. Astrologers watch the stars to read people; Ken watches you for a while out of the corner of his eye, then pounces on you with an interpretation of yourself that makes you think (with an embarrassment to mask the sudden surge of confidence) that you've been dreaming out loud. Ken has taught me a lot. I think that the seriousness with which I try to come to understand his advice however has at times had the unfortunate effect of stunting the casualness of our friendship. When he says "relax", I go and study relaxation. When he says "don't think", I knit my brows to find the off-switch. I was gutted last year when, arriving back from a trip, he asked me why I had not written him. "Others are telling me what's going on with you, but I haven't received anything. Am I 'uncool' or something?" he joked. Nothing could be further from the truth. Before I left we went out to shoot some pool. "I've not played in a while", he said. "That's OK. I'm no good", I replied, with the shrewd self-deprecation of a hustler. During our fifth game (and his fifth victory) we got to talking about the trip. "Be good", said Ken, parentally. When I raised my eyebrows, he continued. "By that, I don't mean be safe - although, of course, I wish for your safety." (Pause.) "I mean be open, and receptive. Grow. And come back new." It's this kind of talk that makes me feel like my relationship to Ken is more like a discipleship than any common friendship. I didn't know how to express this in everyday language; I simply wanted to come back new. Ken, I went and did what I had always done and miserly wrote this insight you had given into a personal journal. I've tried to live by it as if by a commandment. But I'm trying to make it my philosophy to break those oppressive habits that distinguish life-theory from life and keep friend from friend; a philosophy that you epitomize. (The Zen of Ken). You belong in a pantheon of role-models and inspirations. You make life feel legendary. You've changed my life, and I am so grateful to you. Thank you. (And be good.)
A Grand Hi to Ken! I don't know Ken but I am enraptured by the attitude Ken has on his life and it seems what is important in life - family, friends and fun (saw the Ottawa Sun article of 8 June on Ken). His has obviously impacted many people in his special community and give much of himself. For all those who suffer from an acute disease that challenges their whole being, I thank Ken for remaining positive and upbeat. He is a star in many ways and to many people and I bet most of all to his wife and daughter. All of us love such heart warming stories of those who persevere like Ken and it is an inspiration to those afflicted in some way or will sometime in the future remember Ken and how he helped. I have a tremendous privilege of being a good friend of his brother, Bryan, and sense that Ken and Bryan have the same character that exemplifies integrity, sharing and love. I will pray that Ken will always have his supporters close at hand.
We are all warped. I had the privilege of meeting and studying acting with Ken some 6 or 7 years ago. I felt an immediate connection with Ken, his energy, his amazing sense of humour (one warped human being connecting with another), and his ease and ability to get right to the nut of something. When I think of Ken I think something along the lines of . . . “It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.” (Oriah Mountain Dreamer from her poem The Invitation) If I’m right, Ken, I believe you have found immense love with your family, friends, colleagues, clients and audiences. You realized a dream with The iNSTiTUTiON…how many people ever attempt – let alone live out – their dream. And all of the contributors here on this web site know that you threw yourself fully into the adventure of being alive. If that’s not inspiring, nothing is. I’m thinking about you, Ken, and your family. The laughter will continue…
Greatfulness. I met Ken only briefly at a Leadership Ottawa event held at the Institution Comedy Club in February 2004. I was immediately struck and impressed by his drive and enthusiasm. He really inspired me to pursue innovative community projects. I am grateful for the opportunity I had to learn from Ken.
Mr. Godmere! Mr. Godmere is the name I know Ken by. I first met him at a drama club when I was six years old. The drama camp he ran was called Stage Craft. I remember it quite well and it was the first drama experience I ever had. I can still remember my lines from the play Aesop's Fables where I am the mouse. My lines were: "Spare me mighty monarch for I am only a small morsel, and someday I might be able to help you. Besides you would not relish me." Since then I really enjoy drama, and I have taken part in school plays. Now, drama class is, of course, my favourite class. As well as going to his excellent camp I enjoyed having him as a drama teacher at my former school, Educarium, for two years. Although I have never been to one of Mr. Godmere's performances at The Institution I have been told by my parents that they are hilarious and amazingly well done. I am proud and glad to have been able to be part of Mr. Godmere's life and I truly can say that he sparked my intrest in drama. Thank you Mr. Godmere.
He's more than just bald. When you first meet Ken, two of his physical features really jump out at you. The first are those eyes of his - they are striking! - and if they are truly a window to his soul, then I can only imagine that Ken's soul must be so incredibly beautiful - due to his boundless love for everyone and everything - that if we were ever able to look upon it we would surely be blinded by its radience. The second feature that you notice immediately is his smile. Ken's smile not only lights up an entire room but it instantly warms your heart. There is electricity in the air. You are not aware its occuring at first, but when Ken looks at you and smiles, majic happens and you are drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I feel so incredibly blessed to have had an opportunity, brief as it was, to meet such an awesome man. The world would be a better place if only more people like Ken spent their days in it, spreading joy (and Pixie dust) everywhere they went. Ken - you are genuinely loved by all who meet you!
He truly is there for everyone. I've known Ken for over 20 years, mainly through performing with him in community theatre, and then "playing" with him in Theatresports. I was thrilled that we became close friends and have missed him a great deal since he and Jen moved to Ottawa. Whenever I think of Ken, I smile. He truly is there for everyone. The last time I saw him, we spoke a great deal about my cousin, Debi, who has been diagnosed with MS. Ken went out of his way wtih Debi, not taking "no" for an answer, and dragging her out to attend a movie, a feat none of her family or friends could accomplish. It sounds like such a small thing, but I know it meant so much to Debi, and to me as well. Hours I've spent with Ken have always been happy... that kind of side-splitting "stop or I'm gonna pee" laughing that so few of us can give... and with Ken it's always non-stop. Just ask him about "going for eclairs" after Grease, and the "m.i.'s"... I love you, Kenny.
Is this too sappy? I love Ken because he is SO REAL! He's always THERE! Not just there, but THERE and present. He's got KENetic energy that is truly inspiring and infectious. Ken's a perfect example of achieving the art of living. Living to help others bring out their creativity. I remember meeting him for the first time. I called him up to see if I could book a night at the iNSTITUTiON and immediately felt his sincerity. I met bald Ken for the firs time and since then, I have learned enormously from him about the magic of life. OK...I hope that isn't too sappy... :) but I mean it.
SPIRIT. What does one say when they know their brother is dying? Knowing Ken from the beginning and being only 15 months older than him, we had a very close connection. He has always been the one to make you smile. Since he was little with his toothless grin, and eyes that that have always shown so much emotion. I can tell you that he certainly found his niche. I was so pleased to see the website and the great stories from some of his friends and fellow actors. Those of you who know Ken can certainly testify that he is probably one of the most sincere, passionate, professional, kind, energetic, comedic, and loveable people you could ever have the pleasure of meeting. I have the pleasure of saying that he is and always will be my brother ... and one of "the kids". I love you Ken. :o).
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