“i promise to never take from an art, a scene, a place, an inspiration. i promise to only do my best to learn it’s roots, respect it and add to it”
Quedo en el espejo de tus ojos
Perdido contra la lluvia y el sol
Otra vez, recuerdo su nombre
Cantando en el callejon
Mi familia, caminamos lento
Alfondo la suda y sangre
Buscamos, graspano las lagrimas
Por algo a limpiar nuestras mismas
Dijimos que somos nuertra tierra
Vez y vez y vez y nunca
Entiendieron, porque tu Alma
Nunca miraste tu misma en la lluvia
En el calle, suena una esperanza
De una isla de fe, perdido
Y veo en cada corazon,
Una espeja, quedando cantando
School is almost over.
Happy new year, internet world, and sorry for the silence. I’ve struggling beneath the weight of school, and I’m becoming stronger, but it’s also becoming heavier. I won’t go into too much detail with the happenings, but I can say this about my work in music:
February 28th at The Chapel at the Good shepherd Center, Seattle, WA: I will be premiering a sweet of chamber works with my ensemble, The Ancient Present, and will be sharing the bill with Honey.Moon.Tree. (who is having their album release party) and Dawn Clement. Doors at 7PM. Bring a crew, it will be very rad.
My thoughts this afternoon.
And this evening.
I look at the news and I see signs of grave sickness. People, the world we live in and the world we are creating is very ill. Unless we prioritize a more balanced and harmonious, wholistic life and world within our day to day life, the space for it will continue to shrink.
Aside from the immediate tragedies in the headlines, and the social and economics tends of the past half century or so, my concern is that unless we act now to restore our liberties, our rights, and assume a greater agency in our own lives, we may loose that blessing for generations, or maybe ever. We are a young culture with very much promise, but failing to embrace the fullness of that responsibility and are failing to recognize the uniqueness of it.
Our 1st world issues are the masquerade of our prescribed social narratives, while in truth we are searching for some way out of our masks to see more clearly the world beyond our own. We are seeking catharsis and healing, but we are bound by our confusion and self-dissociation that we have been taught to practice.
This cage the place they come to stay safe
My ribs are a sanctuary for secrets
I am an outsider still
They come to me, it seems this is where we belong
I am someone without a face to claim
My my name, my name is mine.
I stand, a king of stones, a master of solids.
Animal, man, mineral
Someday, someday, someday and not a day too soon we will find each other
And these wayward spirits whose safety I foster,
Your light will bring them to their bodies
And maybe I will have a place I belong.
I owe a soulful bow to Eric Banks and The Esoterics, who this Sunday brought me to tears, then into a full wailing cry with Privilege.
I swear I’m a musician, and I am also helping to produce Danse Infernale, the fundraiser kick-off for Nova Audeo (a new dare), a night at Benaroya Hall featuring original works by Evan Flory-Barnes and Hanna Benn. It is a great joy and honor to work with such fine composers on such a beautiful event! Come join us May 29th at West Hall in the Century Ballroom to kick things off.
Here you can get more information about the event, but, for the sake of SEO’s, Come check out this show at The Barrelhaven with Honey.Moon.Tree, Jasper T, Midnight Parade, The Parade Schedule, and myself. Bring a friend, bring some monies, and bring the great best out in you. It is Actually Located at 852 NW 85th St Seattle, WA 98117.
Also, I’m currently volunteering with the Seattle Composer’s Alliance to co-coordinate a fundraiser on April 2nd at The Royal Room. We are looking for artists to some and share a few songs with us throughout the night. On the bill so far are:
and more to come……