Monday, May 31, 2010

Look What I Found In Hipster-Land :)

I didn't know that this was part of the "Office of Blame Accountability" Project by Carla Repice and Geoff Cunningham. But, then again, Williamsburg seems like the perfect place for people to air their grievances on some strategically placed pastings.

If you want to get in on the action, check out the website: http://www.officeofblame.com/ . It's like an interactive version of Post Secret.

And if you can't get enough of strange people complaining about random things buy the book (and support the artists!!!!) Check it out here: Office of Blame Accountability.

Is it just me, or does this project have Urban Outfitter coffee table book written ALLLL over it? 








Saturday, May 29, 2010

Dance Africa 2010 (selected photos)

At Dance Africa, everyone is family.
<3 Brooklyn Love <3
































Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Digital Won't Let Me Go

How many hours a day do you spend on your phone, facebook, twitter, blogs, gmail, email, buzz, chat, your ipod, etc.? If you're anything like me, it's way too many. Between work, home and in between, my life is ruled by digital media. I'm constantly alone but hopelessly connected to 3 billions of people at any given moment in my daily existence. But how many times do any of us stop to think "Isn't there something wrong with living this way?"


Onward to the May Mixtape (Mix Storyboard?... DIY Compilation Album? ... Music Put Together for a Purpose?):



Here's the download: HI CLICK ME!!

Here's the track list: 

(The stories are divided into DGTL MTLDWN = DM and Phone Tag = PT)

President - DM
IAMX
The Alternative (2008)

Call on Me (radio edit) - PT
Eric Prydz
Call on Me (2004)

Science Fiction+Double Feature - DM
Richard  O'Brien
Rocky Horror Picture Show: Music From the Motion Picture (1975)

Hello - PT
Floetry
Floetic (2002)

Midnight Show - DM
The Killers
Hot Fuss (2004)

Call Me - PT
Tweet
Southern Hummingbird (2002)

On the Radio - DM
Donna Summer
On the Radio: Greatest Hist Volumes 1 & 2 (1979)

Video Killed the Radio Star - DM
The Buggles
The Age of Plastic (1979)

Call Me When You Get This - PT
Corinne Bailey Raye
Corinne Bailey Raye (2006)

Telephone (feat. Beyonce) - PT
LadyGaga
The Fame Monster (2010)

TV Casualty - DM
Misfits
Static Age (1997)

Wake Up Call - PT
Maroon 5
It Won't Be Soon Before Long (2007)

How Come you Don't Call Me - PT... written by Prince, who knew?
Alicia Keys
Songs in A Minor (2001)

Videotape - DM
Radiohead
In Rainbows (2009)

Call Me Up - PT
Gang of Four
A Brief History of the Twentieth Century (1990)

Computer Blue - DM
Prince and The Revolution
Purple Rain (1984)

Drnk Txt Romeo - PT/DM (there's a case for both)
Gym Class Heroes
The Quilt (2008)

Call Me When You're Sober - PT
Evanescence
The Open Door (2006)

Online - DM
Gnarls Barkley
St. Elsewhere (2006)

Say Goodbye - PT
Eva Cassidy
Eva by Heart (1997)

Hello Stranger - PT
Barbara Lewis
Hello Stranger (1963)

Tomorrow Comes Today - DM
Gorillaz
Gorillaz (2001)






Here's the methodology: (If you're still reading it's your own fault)

DGTL MTLDWN: The case of 22 yr old nostalgia

On my long-postponed visit to the Guggenheim I came across this image:
Hi Way 39 Drive-In, Orange
Hiroshi Sugimoto
1993

Beyond the beautiful composition and the humbling moment I had when standing in front of this beautiful image, I realized that a) immediately recognized this image as a drive in movie screen and b) anyone younger than the age of 15 probably wouldn't. Granted, though I was working on this mix before I saw Sugimoto's work (blame it angst brought on by spending too many hours designing in InDesign + reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley) seeing this piece of technological history offered a bit of perspective. 
Although I've lived only two years past two decades I've seen technology advance, decay and resurrect more times than any of my predecessors have had in the better parts of their 50 years. My generation was there for:

• actual analog tapes and walkmans, taping songs off the radio and writing down lists to tape from one deck to another
• drive-in movies in the summer time (double features still existed)
• the box and mtv, calling in to request videos
• party lines
• cordless phones
• big brick cellphones
• video tapes
• old school green and black monitor computers (yay oregon trails in the guidance counselor's office)
• big fat heavy video cameras and home movies
• cd cases and discmans
• dvds
• the concept of the laptop
• the birth of the mp3
• blogs
• the ipod revolution
• cell phones instead of house phones
• aol free minute discs sent to every household
• aim
• texting 
• reality tv
• myspace
• facebook
• the google takeover
• netflix
• chatting
• youtube
• craigslist
• ebooks
• twitter
• ipads

    Of course I'm missing things but you get the point. Video killed the Radio star and Internet killed the Video star. One of the interns at work pointed out the MTV should be renamed because they don't even play music anymore... all they have is bad reality shows. But who needs MTV when you have YouTube? Why make the trip to Blockbuster when Netflix delivers to your door? Is it our job as twenty-somethings between the old age and the new to maintain the collective memory of all of these things that have been left behind in the wake of progress? 
    We're in the peculiar state of growing up with the "future" (in the 1984 sense of the word) with memories of the past trailing behind us like tin cans on a string. Our personal timelines are intertwined with the birth and death of different technological mediums and yet, we have taken it all in stride. 
    DGTL MLTDWN is my iTunes library compilation of my timeline. From the Pied Piper's call to all the lonely people in the world in President (read by me as a call to this new world of progress) and the "late night double feature picture show" from RHPS that I remember seeing every summer at the drive-in with my parents to the feelings of isolation in Online and acknowledging the fact that "the digital won't let me go" in Tomorrow Comes Today. This is my (albeit angsty) creative output of an awakening. But the question is, where do I go from here?

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Phone Tag (or my lessons in cellphone dating)
This one's shorter, I promise.

           Once there was a dude. This dude seemed cool when we first met and after having a good night I wanted to get to know him better. This dude had card... in some people's opinion poorly designed but that's neither here nor there... which he presented to me and said "Call me. We should hang out some time." So the next day I texted him (I don't even know this guy why would I call him? Texting is safer) and he texted back. This went on for a good 3 weeks. We chatted using yahoo messenger (GOD why do I still have that account?). We became friends on facebook. We went to one movie together. There were 0 phone calls made. Does anyone else see something wrong with this picture?
           Well when you're in a lonely, angry city like nyc plus the inherent uncertainty of the dating game, when you add in a system of communication without actually having to talk to people, it's no mystery why that thing with that dude didn't go anywhere. But then it dawned on me phones... especially cell phones... can make, break and mend relationships. It's so much easier to profess your love to, release your anger on, rekindle old flames with and blatantly ignore people when they're not sitting directly in front of you. The mere separation made us bold and with the further distance/convenience of answering machines, voicemail, caller id, texting and messaging we can say and do pretty much anything we want and not have to deal with immediate aftermath. It's dangerous territory but definitely not uncharted waters. All of the songs in Phone Tag deal with the relationship situations, problems,and solutions that come with telecommunications. Enjoy!

See you in June ;)

Monday, May 17, 2010

Practice, Practice


Something I did while working tech for the Bronx Acting Ensemble's production of Twilight by Anna Deavere Smith.

From Google: Twilight: Angeles, 1992  is Anna Deveare Smith's work of "documentary theatre" in which she uses the verbatim words of people who experienced the Los Angeles riots to expose and explore the devastating human impact of both the verdict and the tragic events that followed.  Twilight: Los Angeles 1992 goes directly to the heart of the issues of race and class and ruthlessly probes the language and and the lives of its subjects, offering stark insight into the complex and pressing social, economic, and political issues that fueled the flames in the wake of the Rodney King verdict. 

This was the sheet of construction paper I was using to cover the projector between each monologue (talk about a tech-heavy play... sheesh) and apparently prolonged exposure to a projector lamp + cheap construction paper = awesome window-like effect. The doodling happened during the talk-back where BAE's Artistic Director Patty Dukes asked the audience and the actors about the different perspectives of the 1992 Los Angeles riots, the significance of the quote "riot is the voice of the unheard" and the possible alternatives to riots. It was pretty good (and interesting) discussion for the kids and community to have but at the tail-end of a 12 hour day, my brain wasn't having it...

(Honestly I wasn't going to take the time to even put this up, but I did at the request of my 2 favorite interns, Hamlet & Timmy... that and it's worth it to share the work we do around social justice...err, injustices... with our teens)

<3 until next time

Saturday, May 15, 2010

4 Corners of Spring

As I wade deeper and deeper over my head into the number of unfinished projects on my list (and wait for people to give me their contributions for the June Beast*) here are the 4 songs that have found their way into my heart this spring. I think I repeat them about 6 times a day and when it rains 4 times more. 

The 3 playlists these songs are from + A semi-warm rainy day + A good cup of tea + Time to work on my own projects = The closest thing I've found to heaven

North

Waiting
Norah Jones
The Fall (2009)


Lyrics:


Hush now watch the stars fall
Into a fire wall
I am waiting here
Waiting for you to come home

Sinking embers glow
Melting icy snow
I am waiting here,
Waiting for you to come home

And I watch them burn
When will I ever learn
If I wait it doesn't mean
You will return

(Repeat)

Now all the stars have gone
Faded into cracks of dawn
And I'm still waiting here
Waiting for you to come home
I'm waiting here
Waiting for you to come home






Found: 
While listening to starlingdarling's last.fm account: http://www.last.fm/user/starlingdarling
He probably doesn't even realize what a gem this is. Thank you CStar. Thank you last.fm. Boo forever to Pandora.


South


Death Letter
Cassandra Wilson
New Moon Daughter (1995)


Lyrics:
I got a letter this morning
What do you reckon it read?
It said the man you love is dead
I got a letter this morning
What do you reckon it read?

Said "Hurry, Hurry because the man you love is dead"
Well I packed up my suitcase
I took off down the road
When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board
I packed up my suitcase
And I took off down the road
When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board

It looked like ten thousand people standing around the burial ground
I didn't know I loved her 'till they began to let him down
Looked like ten thousand people standing on the burial ground
I didn't know that I loved him 'till they began to let him down

You know it's so hard to love
Someone that don't love you
Won't get satisfaction
Don't care what you do
So hard to love
Someone that don't love you

Don't look like satisfaction
Don't care what you do

Well I got up this morning
The break of day
Just hugging the pillows
She used to lay

Got up this morning
The break of day
Just hugging the pillows
Where my baby used to lay






Found:
Oddly enough, heard this song at a dinner party in Brooklyn while waiting for people to come and the party to start. The owner's friend had downloaded their music to iTunes and he hadn't even heard it before.


East


Big Jet Plane
Angus & Julia Stone
Big Jet Plane (2010)


Lyrics:
She said "Hello mister, pleased to meet ya" 
I wanna hold her, I wanna kiss her 
She smelled of daisies, she smelled of daisies 
She drive me crazy, she drive me crazy 

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Hey hey, hey hey 

Be my lover, my lady river 
Can I take ya, take ya higher 

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Hey hey, hey hey 
Hey hey, hey hey 

Gonna hold ya, gonna kiss ya in my arms 
Gonna take ya away from harm 
Gonna hold ya, gonna kiss ya in my arms 
Gonna take ya away from harm 

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Hey hey, hey hey 
Hey hey, hey hey 
Hey hey



Found:
Got this from one of my favorite blogs http://www.changethethought.com/ . I saw it once, fell in love and it has lived in my gchat status for the past 2 weeks: "i love everything about this video but i don't exactly know why". So far a couple of people agree with me.


West


I'd Rather Go Blind
Etta James
Tell Mama (1969)


Lyrics:
Something told me it was over
When I saw you and her talkin'
Something deep down in my soul said, 'Cry, girl'
When I saw you and that girl walkin' around

Whoo, I would rather, I would rather go blind, boy
Then to see you walk away from me, child, no

Whoo, so you see, I love you so much
That I don't wanna watch you leave me, baby
Most of all, I just don't, I just don't wanna be free, no

Whoo, whoo, I was just, I was just, I was just
Sittin here thinkin', of your kiss and your warm embrace, yeah
When the reflection in the glass that I held to my lips now, baby
Revealed the tears that was on my face, yeah

Whoo and baby, baby, I'd rather, I'd rather be blind, boy
Then to see you walk away, see you walk away from me, yeah
Whoo, baby, baby, baby, I'd rather be blind...





Found:

This song was the only thing I liked about Beyonce in the entire 109 min of  Cadillac Records. Beyonce is a dope entertainer but one of the worst actresses I've ever seen. Her scene with this song almost made me change my mind... until I heard the original by Etta James... and then I shook my head . Cadillac Records, despite the painful Beyonce butchering Etta Jame's legacy moments, is quickly becoming one of my favorite movies and I thank the directors for reconnecting with my long lost "Down Home Blues" roots.

<3 'til we meet again


* if you want to know more about the beastly june project and/or contribute, hit me up and i'll fill you in