Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Monday, April 8, 2013

El Año de Transformar: Mover

The Year of Transformation: Move

Self-confidence and self-love. Two important feelings that I hope to share with the girls at the Buen Pastor orphanage in Guanajuato while working with Colectivo TAN 473. One of the ways that I would like to do this is through movement.

I grew up dancing... everywhere!  I couldn't keep myself from tap dancing in the kitchen, pirouetting on the soccer field and twirling across the stage. And though my experience as a ballerina ended at age 20, I continue to dance today- only not in a tutu. I still crave the feeling of the music and my body combining to express the emotions that I feel but am unable to put into words.  I hope to share that excitement with the children in Guanajuato just as my parents gave me that opportunity.

During the 2013 Fall semester, I would like to offer dance and movement classes to the children as part of El Año de Transformar.  Not only does dance allow a healthy way to release energy or tension that is felt, it gives confidence and a sense of ownership of one's body.

I would like to combine ballet technique, to strengthen the body, with improvisation that will encourage the girls to move in creative and non-limiting ways.  For example, as the music begins, we will all pretend to be algae at the bottom of the ocean. Swaying with the soft current and then, as the music becomes faster, we become jelly fish, then turn into a manta ray, we will change into the waves crashing on the beach and end as a the bubbles swirling back into the great blue sea.

My plan is, for the month of November, to work on a performance inspired by the classic The Nutcracker.  Local musicians will do a rendition of the beautiful music to which we will choreograph new dances. At the beginning of the holiday season I would like to organize performances in a few plazas in Guanajuato's historic town center to share our excitement and love with the community.

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El Año de Transformar: Mover

Confianza en si mismo y amor propio.  Dos sentimientos importantes que espero compartir con las nenas del internado del Buen Pastor en Guanajuato mientras trabajando con Colectivo TAN 473. El movimiento es una de las maneras en que espero lograr eso.

Cuando era pequeña bailaba y bailaba... por todas partes! No me podía parar de bailar en la cocina, dando vueltas en el campo de futbol y brincando por el escenario.  Y aunque mi experiencia como bailarina se acabó cuando tenía 20 años, sigo bailando hoy... pero sin tutu.  Las ganas no se me quitan de poner la musica y fundir mi cuerpo con el sonido para mostrar la emoción que siento pero no puedo expresar en palabras. Espero compartir mi amor del baile con los jovenes de Guanajuato como mis padres a mi me lo compartieron.

Durante el primer cuatrimestre, quiero ofrecer clases de danza y movimiento como parte del Año de Transformar. Les provee una manera saludable de soltar energia o quitarse de la tensión tanto como les da confianza y un sentido de propeidad de su cuerpo.

Me gustaria combinar parte de la técnica de ballet clasico con improvisación para animar a los participantes moverse en maneras creativas y sin limites. Quiero, en el mes de noviembre, crear un performance inspirado por El Cascanueces.  Musicos de Guanajuato van a crear una interpretación de la musica y vamos a hacer nueva coreografía.  Al principio de las posadas la idea es hacer los performance en algunas de las plazas del centro histórico de Guanjauato para compartir nuestra emoción y amor con la comunidad.

Por favor, ayudame hacer este sueño realidad! Donar aquí y comparte con tus amigos!

Thursday, July 12, 2012

a score is 20 years

     In the twenty-plus-two days since last reporting for duty, 
I have done a few things many times over.

The bandits in the kitchen of Más Tacos Por Favor
have taken me as one of their own.
I spend the daylight hours learning the trade and testing the tacos.

 By night, I creep about below the floorboards
fixated on affixing bones to metal to wood. 
Learning to "appreciate the impermanence of the human condition." -droot

Between the taco stand and mi casa, there are homes.
There are lives and people and everything that happens
will happen today.



Durante los 22 días de mi ausencia,
he repetido poquitas cosas varias veces.

Los bandidos de la cocina de Más Tacos Por Favor
me han secuestrado para ser una de ellos.
Me la paso aprendiendo su oficio y probando los tacos.

Por la noche voy trepando debajo de los pisos
enfilada en fijar hueso a metal a madera.
Aprendiendo a "apreciar que la temporalidad de la condición humana." -droot

Entre el puesto de tacos y mi casa, hay hogares.
Hay vidas y personas y todo que pasa
pasara hoy.

leave what remains


For those of you who speak Spanish, or those of you who wanna brush up on your reading skills en español check out Heads Off.  Along with music reviews and art critiques you will, ever so often, find cute pictures of kittens. Another fun fact: I was asked to do the banner for June! So, after a quick flashback to your high school Spanish class (pantalones, cerveza, donde)  click over and check out this insider view of the world as we know it.


Monday, February 27, 2012

la vie en rose

este jueves se inaugura la exposición de arte clausurado!
pintura y dibujo a la venta

chaac
calle alonso no.16
guanajuato capital
mexico

1 marzo 2012
8:00 pm 

música en vivo a partir de las 11:00pm






This Thursday is the opening of Arte Clausurado!
Paintings and drawings for sale

Chaac
Alonso Street #16
Guanajuato, Guanajuato
Mexico

March 1, 2012
8:00pm


Live music starts at 11:00pm

Saturday, April 30, 2011

all he wanted for his cumpleaños was to be in a cover band

and... he was!  




(It was actually one of the best shows I've seen since being in Guanajuato.)

Monday, November 29, 2010

out with the old

Word on the street says there's a new band in town offering a righteous new sound.
Click on zombie Bjork to get a dose of the New Pleasure that everyone's lining up for... 


Saturday, May 1, 2010

downtown





So maybe there is a little leap between reality and Miss Petula's lyrics when considering downtown Columbia, Tennessee.



Not many lights that are brighter there, not many movie shows to make you forget your cares... but something is waiting there behind the For Rent signs.

The energy among the musty historic walls, though only in it's potential stage, is exciting and lacks only that first push to earn the kinetic title and move forward into a bustling and rich spot in the city.

The character is not lackluster but is in need of a little spit-shine and a loving hand to bring it back into the lime light.

There are a few businesses that keep on truckin'... somehow...

A few changes need to be made in order to go from musty store fronts to some little places to go where they never close... but I'm confident it can be done.

The old Helm's building is being used as an art gallery that has created quite a stir among the seekers of wine and snacks on the last Friday of every month.  The more events that are held downtown may open the community's eyes to the opportunities that are in the heart of the city.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Almost Heaven

Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

This song has the same effect on me as when I am annoyed by people whom I love most in this world.
The whistling gets real old real fast. The words ring too true. The memories trailing along with the melody are bittersweet.
My jaw clenches and a pressure develops where my Adam's apple would be if I were a boy. However, with the release of that first breath I feel a sting in my eyes, fuzz in my nasal cavity and the tightening of my heart.
I love it.
Two of my very best friends moved out to West Virginia at the beginning of December to work as ski instructors. It didn't matter that they had never skied before.
So, we went.  
Food and music: we were prepared. After driving through the night, nothing but the sunrise tinted with colors of salmon, cantaloupe and glacier water could give caliber to that drive into the peaks.
When I arrived, the house swallowed me in an unforeseen comfort. Finally with my friends, we were us once again.
They owned that town and could already ski down that hill. Backwards... while wrangling niños.  
Also, they now know what radiators are. Life stops when you stop learning.
Only after spending my quarters on the juke box and my dollars on drinks did I borrow another friend's skis to zip down the bunny slope just to say that I did. That was enough. The rest of the weekend went by without a pause; we spent our limited time causing scenes and reveling in each other's familiarity.
The mountains were as majestic as our nation's anthems proclaim them to be and I was thrown back to the time of my grandmother's stories about kin folk and moonshine stills. The train tracks and plaid jackets strengthened the nostalgia that had, for me, permeated the tone of the trip from the genesis. 
Alas, the tune escapes through my pursed lips and so it will be that the customer's will carry it through the cafe doors and out to the world. 
Home.






















Monday, January 11, 2010

Leopard-Skinned Headaches

Concert t-shirts and hidden tracks on singles... a couple of comforts after a night of elaborated enjoyment in the big city.

So many want to make it big.  It would be nice, I think... if there was a little more anonymity to the whole gig.  I love to perform, no doubt.  Some of my favorite times were had while zipping back and forth behind the curtain... out of the shadows of backstage and into the warmth of the stage lights that conveniently make each audience member a victim of face-snatchers.  

The satisfaction in preparing and learning a skill, developing it into a hobby and gladly losing control of it as you realize that it is you. 

Art... and I speak here of art as a general idea of creation...  seems to me to be most thoroughly fulfilled and completed when shared with others.  The creator, guitarist, painter, cannot view the final product without some form of emotional or critical attachment and therefore, I believe, better understands his work when witnessed by another.  The creator, in a sense, needs that verification to fully grasp the reality of having produced something beautiful... or painful... or funny. 





Last night, The Jug Huggers and Lawndart Casualty played at Exit/In and it is always exciting to see friends realizing their aspirations.  Fun show... great bands... and a couple of knights in a shiny red van to carry me away.  I don't work on Sundays.