Clutch the pearls!

I probably would have a lot of people complain about this, and I think there may be some hurt feelings…


I do not like the musicals of yore.

Music Man, My Fair Lady, South Pacific, Oklahoma, Kiss Me Kate, Showboat, Camelot and Finian’s Rainbow are just some of the musicals that I don’t need to ever hear again. I understand the importance that some had on society and on the Art Form itself. I am not sure what it is about them, but I just don’t connect with those shows.  I tried, TRUST, I tried.   I have even performed in some of those show and STILL those songs and stories just bore me to death.

Once upon a time, Guys and Dolls was on that list.

However, I am actually working on this show for the second time.  The first time was as a production assistant. I really enjoyed working on that show because the cast was so fun.  Now, it didn’t mean that I wanted to hear those tunes on my free time, but I had a good experience.

This time around is a bit different.  This time around, I actually CANNOT wait for people to come and check out this show!  I had a brief conversation with our amazing choreographer, Lee Ann Payne, in which I pretty much gushed about how much fun I am having.  I adore the numbers in this show.  Our vocal director, Diana Torres Koss, has been brilliant in breaking down the songs.  I feel a sense of joy while I am doing these dances and I love the challenge of these harmonies.  I like building a character that has a vice, gambling, and a story of his own that the audience knows nothing about.  That is what makes it so much more fulfilling. I have a brilliant partner to dance with and great people to share the stage with, thanks to the vision of our fearless leader, Linda Piccone.

Yes, these rehearsals have kicked. my. ass!

Yes, I love every single minute of it.

And even more yes, this is an old show that I would probably do again BUT it would have a lot to live up to.

Come and see Jewel Theater’s Guys And Dolls opening on November 13!!!!

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Word of advice, Jewel Theater has a history of selling out their shows, so…   

I Hate My New Favorite Song…


I am sure that by now you have heard this catchy little tune all over the radio.

Bastille’s Pompeii has facehugged itself into my soul, forcing me to ingest and feel this thing growing inside that I have tried to ignore.  It has become almost like a personal anthem of mine.  But as music is so subjective, I am sure the way I “love” it is not the way you, dear reader, might “hear” it.  The band has explained the song as a conversation between two people of Pompeii.

I have this conflicting emotional war that occurs nightly.  It mostly prevents me from sleeping.  Sometimes when life is still, it rages through my brain and I get moody, to put it lightly. I struggle daily and try my best to put it on the back burner of my mind so I can keep on keeping on.  But at night…

Let me explain why I have fallen in love with the song.  It puts beautiful words on my inner battle.  I live to do all kinds of artsy stuff but I can’t live without a roof over my head.  To paint, one needs the money to buy the tools.  To knit, one needs money to buy those tools.  Here is the inner thought that this song has forced me to face.

Chant: Ay ay ay oh ay oh, ay ay ay oh ay, Ay ay ay oh ay oh

Actual Lyrics                                                                      Inner Monologue

I was left to my own devices                                           I spend my time trying to figure out what I can do
Many days fell away with nothing to show               And at the end of the day, it is always the same 

And the walls kept tumbling down                              And after every shift, I realize that I need to build
In the city that we love                                                     Something to fulfill this unrelenting desire
Great clouds roll over the hills                                      But self doubt and other voices stick in my head
Bringing darkness from above                                      One stands out though

But if you close your eyes,                                               Every night I get crazy ideas.  Some I don’t
Does it almost feel like                                                    Know if I can do, but I HAVE to try.
Nothing changed at all?                                              When morning comes, I have shoved my idea away for
And if you close your eyes,                                             The words “As long as you can pay rent”
Does it almost feel like                                                    So I get up and go to work
You’ve been here before?                                                 And I sometimes think “I’m here, again?”
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?             But I suck it up and put on the upbeat attitude.
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?             I suck it up and put on the upbeat attitude

We were caught up and lost in all of our vices          I get caught daydreaming and
In your pose as the dust settles around us                  Researching on the side and prepping

And the walls kept tumbling down                               But when time is not my own,  and I can’t
In the city that we love                                                     Devote myself to the work I want
Great clouds roll over the hills                                       I feel myself shut down
Bringing darkness from above                                      I lose the willingness to play

But if you close your eyes,                                                Even if I center myself on a “time out”
Does it almost feel like                                                     In my soul, I feel like I am stuck in this rat race
Nothing changed at all?                                                  Where those words are the only thing
And if you close your eyes,                                              That matter during my waking moments.
Does it almost feel like                                                     That feeling of repeating myself that I despise so
You’ve been here before?                                                  Cannot be avoided
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?              But I try and keep my happy attitude.
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?              Try and keep up my happy attitude

Oh where do we begin?                                                    How in the world do I change myself enough
The rubble or our sins?                                                     Start over or adjust my surroundings?
Oh where do we begin?                                                    Where do I begin?  
The rubble or our sins?                                                     How in the world…

And the walls kept tumbling down                               This leads to the same cyclical mind set
In the city that we love                                                      So when I try to sleep, I get restless.  I know,
Great clouds roll over the hills                                        I know this is the only time I have to myself
Bringing darkness from above                                       Do I sacrifice more sleep for this?  Can I?

But if you close your eyes,                                             When I do try to sleep those words are haunting me
Does it almost feel like                                                      “As long as you can pay rent”
Nothing changed at all?                                                   And I know that unless I can sit to create
And if you close your eyes,                                                I will always have this feeling.
Does it almost feel like                                                      This familiar feeling will be a part of me
You’ve been here before?                                                  Even though I don’t want it.
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?              It’s hard to be so upbeat all of the time.
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?              Yes, how am I?

If you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

That chant at the top and at the bridge of this song feel like something old and primal.  I recalls in me instinct and raw urges.  All I want to do is create and when I hear it, I feel lifted and encouraged.  It has prompted me to take action, I am happy to report.   I look forward to what the next few weeks hold.  I have my fingers crossed.  I can be an optimist about this.  Of that, there is no doubt.

Editing away…

The next podcast interview is being edited and researched as I type this, and luckily for me some of the questions that I have sent out are being returned.

I always thought that people in the arts would be more than happy to respond to simple questions, and now I am happily getting confirmation of this fact.  I find it exciting that people are now a little more willing to talk to me than when I first started poking about.

I am taking some photos of the art work that is inspiring the theme of the podcast and plan to have them up on the site tomorrow.

I hope that this new layout of the website and podcast format are more diverse and help me to achieve the goal of sparking interest in the fabulously talented people that are right in our own neighborhoods.

I love crazy stuff!

Last, last Friday was the Art Walk in downtown San Jose.  I really wanted to at least hear one of the opera songs at Caffe Trieste, but there was seemingly no one there to sing.  Of course we had gotten to the cafe early so that we could find a seat  and not be stuck in the middle of a cluster like last time.  So right away, I was disappointed for the walk.  We left the Cafe, and walked up First Street toward Reed Street, hoping to find something else to look at, but the whole street seemed to be in the middle of shutting down for the night.  We were only 15 minutes early, why would that make such a big difference to the event?  I don’t know, but it did.  So we sat at a bench across the street from the MACLA center and waited the last few minutes.

7:59 rolls around and we begin to hear music in the MACLA center.  More people are now on the street, not much more, but enough to notice.  It’s amazing what a few minutes can do. The music was from a Latin rapper that was performing in the venue.  I tried to get an image, but all I got was some of the lights and fog.

Since we were already at the end of one side of the “Strip”, we decided to head over to the Slave Labor Graphics headquarters, SLG Boutiki and Gallery instead of heading back to the beginning and staring the walk all over again.  I liked that the theme for their shop was Weirdos, Porn Stars, and Other Eccentrics. The artist behind this exhibit was Karl Christian Krumpholz who featured  portraits of people that most us know.  You can see his work HERE. I found the works stunning, and I couldn’t take my mind off the one entitled “Strummer”  so I ended up buying it.

Karl C. Krumpholz's "Strummer"

While waiting for the transaction to complete, Karl told us of his trip to the Winchester Mystery House.  He said that he didn’t believe that Sara Winchester was crazy but rather, peculiar.  He was incredibly kind and was happy to sign my purchase. If I had the means, there were four or five other pieces that I would have loved to buy.  One of them was called “Divine” and another called “Waters” which were portraits of the eccentric director and his outrageous drag queen actor.  I tip my hat to this clever and talented fellow, and look forward to seeing more from this artist.  Just as SLG had statues available last time, they offered up a rubber figurine of the emotional Carl Cthulhu.


I have an extra and if you send me a comment with your definition of what a Cthulhu is, I’ll randomly select someone to get this adorable little guy!  All entries must be in by June 5, 2010.  Random drawing of qualified contestant will take place on June 6, 2010.  Good Luck!!!

The ICA still had the By A Thread exhibit, so we walked past and went into the Quilting and Textile Museum.  It was really warm in there and it was pretty full.  I only saw two things that I would consider buying.  One was a quilted work titled “The Shadow Woman”, if memory serves.  The easiest way to describe it is to say that at the forefront there is a profile of a woman made from a rich tan and chocolatey brown patterned piece of cloth.  On the other or “back” side of the woman’s head is the same profile  but using a plain almost cream colored felt.  I am not sure why but the head just seemed to pop out to me.  The background, if I remember correctly was of a sunset.  At least when I think back on it, that’s what’s coming to mind.  I don’t know why it bothered me so much, but it gave me the chills/creeps and had to stop looking at it.  But I would buy it anyway.  The other item that I liked was an embroidered post card of a superhero.  Yeah, that’s a little geeky.

We walked into the Metro offices where there was a band playing.  They sounded like mix of Dexie’s Midnight Runners and the Stray Cats.  They were decent, but it was hard to understand the vocalist because the sound wasn’t balanced well.  Once we stepped outside, though you could hear him better.  Unfortunately, there was no one to ask who they were, and no flier or anything stating the name of the band.  Shucks.  Like I said, they weren’t bad.

There were a few neat works inside MACLA that were on display before their auction that took place on the 15 of May.  You can see the works HERE.  I think the one that struck me the most was called “Carta de Amor.”  It’s a painting of a young man in jeans. The background is a mass of roses painted in a deep red.  In contrast, there’s a bright red that’s painted on it but doesn’t disturb any of the shading or detailing of the roses.  If  you look at the man’s fingers, the bright red seems to be dripping off almost as if it were blood.  Then as I stepped back to look at the whole thing again, (I thought it was supposed to be a wonky star at first glance) it looks to me that the bright red created a silhouette of a gang member type of character.  So with a title like “Letter/Card or Document of Love” it makes me wonder what kind of backstory that painting has.  It’s a gorgeous piece.

We left MACLA and tried to get into Anno Domini, but it’s always busy, and because it’s so small in the lobby, I never feel like climbing my way to see what’s going on inside. However, this time we were treated to some incredible puppets that walked around out side.  Check it out…

Puppet and the Soul behind it.
Creepy Puppet was afraid of this puppet
Puppet 2 and it's master
Puppet in action

The puppets’ bodies and faces were made of cardboard while the mechanics were metal pipes and wood for the feet.  This is them in action.

We skipped into another gallery that was ran by volunteers, and I drooled over these amazing works…

This last one reminded me of a fun little gift that my friend Sarah made for me one Christmas that used a similar idea.

Again, South First Fridays was a ton of fun.  I just hope that it won’t be a number months before I get back there again.  And a note to the venues that host musicians, Put some signs up so we know who’s playing!!