- Reflections on Learning
- My play excerpt at the Playwright's Festival
- Robert Wallace and Total Rhythm
- Reaffirming a committment
- State of Grace
- The Holy Trinity of Music's Appeal
- Cold weather and drumming don't mix
- Cheb-i-Sabbah and the spirituality of the musical moment
- Refound: The English Beat's "I Just Can't Stop It"
- Lessons from a yogi
death
Night of the Living Dead
Submitted by Palmito on November 5, 2007 - 3:56pm.
We had a great time drumming at the San Francisco Day of the Dead procession. Since we're a smaller group, we had to find quieter open spaces to play - and would end up being the "personal band" for whatever ghouls happened to be along. We caught up with the stilt walkers on Mission, and here we're playing right over the BART openings to get a bigger echo, as the stilt walkers danced around us. It was a great night.
Pictured drumming are (LR) - Amanda, Amy, Teflon and myself.
Photo by John Curley (here).
To Amy, Christine, Amanda, Chops, Teflon and Hank - thanks for the drumming!
Dia de los Muertos
Submitted by Palmito on November 2, 2005 - 10:43am.I realize now that all the work I've done that has had any success has had to do with death - even if tangentially. Not sure what that means, but I'd like to think that my dead really are supporting what we're doing here.
In memorium: Opa and Oma, Grandad and Granny, Momo, Dedé, Bruno, Goya, and all those who have passed the membrane between this world and another.
In memorium: Opa and Oma, Grandad and Granny, Momo, Dedé, Bruno, Goya, and all those who have passed the membrane between this world and another.
And for David, who left far too early.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?
Fare you well: had you such a loss as I,
I could give better comfort than you do.
I will not keep this form upon my head,
When there is such disorder in my wit.
Shakespeare (King John, Act II, Scene IV)
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?
Fare you well: had you such a loss as I,
I could give better comfort than you do.
I will not keep this form upon my head,
When there is such disorder in my wit.
Shakespeare (King John, Act II, Scene IV)
Milestones
Submitted by Palmito on October 26, 2005 - 9:13am.We are two-thirds the way through development and rehearsals. (Note I say development and rehearsals - we are still creating parts of the show.) Last night was significant for many reasons.
