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| Monday, June 23rd, 2008 | | 10:06 am |
Фотографии с Нашей Пятничной Премьеры Спектакля К сожалению первый акт не был фотографирован. Вот фотографии со второго акта в некотором хронологическом порядке. К первому акту мы еще вернемся. Вот так мы с Даней Векслером сидим 2 1/2 часа на сцене, создавая живую музыку и sound design к спектаклю--вид из зала на темную сцену ( А вот, собственно,--aктеры, персонажи, истории: )All photos are courtesy of signamax | | Thursday, May 15th, 2008 | | 11:34 am |
Dear All, As some of you may already know, I am currently involved with Steps Theater working on the production of a great play adapted from a brilliant novel by I.B. Singer called Enemies, a Love Story.My very dear friend and primary creative partner these days—Danya Veksler—and I are writing music for this play, as well as doing sound design, and are also part of the cast. We will be singing and playing on-stage throughout the entire performance. My song Release Me (see song number 1 here)and Danya’s song Love Scenes From Above (see song number 3 here)are the “theme songs,” if you will, for this play. In addition to recording and arranging background music and sounds, Danya and I will be using live sounds while walking, crawling, interacting with the actors, talking, sitting upong, etc. the stage along to the recorded tracks, utilizing various instruments from guitars to melodicas to cajon and other percussions; adding the "experimental feel" to an otherwise more or less classical production. The play will commence in mid-June. Needless to say, I am very excited about this project, and I hope you can find the time to come and share it with us in a month's time. Please see schedules and all other additional info on the theater’s website. P.S. Oh, and if I have been a little absent—if not utterly incommunicative—lately, now you know what to blame for my lack of time Love to all, A. | | Friday, May 9th, 2008 | | 11:51 am |
headphones  i liked it. stolen from (c) signamax | | 11:48 am |
Очень хочется сделать вечер Янки Дягелевой и попеть ее песни. я эту мысль уже давно вынашивaю, но что-то никак времени не найдется... да и потом я не уверена сколько можно набрать любителей ее творчества--все-таки сложно слушать одну за одной ее песни в течении даже 45 минут. Может кто знает как разбавить? Есть идеи у кого-нибудь? Я ее когда-то так хорошо чувствовала и могла петь! Почти как себя... Но давно это было. | | Monday, April 21st, 2008 | | 2:19 pm |
| | Wednesday, April 9th, 2008 | | 4:55 pm |
FARM COLONY, STATEN ISLAND, NY The Poor Farms or the Poorhouses were established in the US around the turn of the 20th Century as a means of rehabilitation for the mentally ill and impoverished; many of them included farms and gardens tended by the residents and patients. The NYC Farm Colony was designated in the 1985 to house the poor, the mentally ill, and the destitute. This once was a 40-acre agricultural gated community, and the campus allowed inhabitants to grow their own food, learn to be useful, and work to support themselves. The last residents of the Farm Colony were removed in 1975 and the buildings have been standing still ever since, adopting to weathering and vandalism. Nica, aka lapsedmodernist and I trespassed the property last Sunday to pay our homage. ( And here's some of what we saw: ) | | Monday, February 4th, 2008 | | 8:26 pm |
Аньес вспомнила, как еще в детстве ее поразила мысль, что Бог видит ее, и видит непрестанно. Тогда, пожалуй, она впервые испытала то наслаждение, ту несказанную сладость, которую человек ощущает, когда он виден, виден вопреки своему желанию, виден в минуты интимности, когда он изнасилован взглядом. Мать, будучи верующей, говорила ей: «Бог видит тебя», стремясь таким образом отучить ее врать, грызть ногти и ковырять в носу; но случилось нечто иное: именно предаваясь своим дурным привычкам или в интимные, стыдные минуты Аньес представляла Бога и демонстрировала ему то, что делает.
Кудера, Бессмертие | | Saturday, February 2nd, 2008 | | 8:02 am |
На Каррибах мне приснилось что какой-то местный жук заполз ко мне в спальный мешок и укусил меня в шею, и что из-за этого кожа на моем лице начала слазить и покрываться какими-то уродливыми округлыми шрамами. Я проснулась в ужасе и побежала к зеркалу в ванной, которое почему-то было подернуто испариной, как-будто кто-то долго стоял по душем, хотя все еще спали. Я лихорадочно начала вытирать руками зеркало от испарины чтобы разглядеть свое лицо, и под пленкой влаги увидела что это никакие не шрамы, а что моя кожа медленно, прямо на глазах, покрывается рыбьей чешуей. Я закричала, а потом уже проснулась по настоящему и пошла к морю, а в голове целый день вертелся куплет из моей песни:
Я странная скользкая рыба С большими глазами пустыми Морской истекаю солью И слезами пустыни.
А слезы пустыни--это образ который я привезла из Burning Man(a)--когда я долго долго шла одна по playa, было очень жарко, около полудня, мне хотелось пить, но я немножко заблудилась, не расщитала с водой, и выпила всю что у меня была, а дорога домой была еще долгая. И тогда я начала придумывать себе что стоячий пустынный воздух перемешанный с мелким песком, который так трудно дышать--есть вовсе не воздух а вода, которая когда-то наполняла это место где сейчас нахдится Black Rock Desert. И я начала себе представлять воду, влагу, и что воздух которым я дышу это древняя вода, а я сама--какое-то допотопное животное, амфибия. И что я иду (плыву, ползу--я уже не была уверена каким глаголом описать свое передвижение) а вокруг нет ни единого живого существа, и мне одиноко, страшно, грустно, но при этом как-то величественно осознавать что я последняя (а может быть и первая) жизнь в этой точке пространства. И вот так я шла (плыла, ползла) и плакала.
Я когда-то читала что в индейских племенах когда мужчина достигал совершеннолетия, его на несколько дней отвозили куда-нибудь и оставляли там на 3-5 дней без еды и без всего, и за это время, от голода, холода, усталости, еtс. у него начинались галюцинации. Так вот, вернувшись обратно в племя молодой Индеец должен был рассказать какой дух к нему явился, и очень часто этим духом или символом его называли, и так даже складывается некая племенная hierarchy. Интересно, если бы я жила среди Индейцев, какое-бы имя мне досталось после моего похода в пустыню... | | Monday, November 12th, 2007 | | 11:28 am |
We've made leg warmers for Max's daughter. I am very proud of them. Here Max can be seen wearing them on his arms. On Lia they would start at the toes and go up to above the knee. | | Thursday, November 8th, 2007 | | 3:12 pm |
| | Wednesday, November 7th, 2007 | | 4:40 pm |
Something I Received in the Mail at Work Today
October 30, 2007
Dear McGraw-Hill Education Department,
I have a great idea for a self help book which is truly educational. I call it the AIM LOWER™ technique. Aim lower, and you will never be disappointed, unless you aimed too high. I can elaborate. E.g., the time I tried to lose weight, I gained 8 pounds. I was sad, but if I decided to aim to not gain 20 pounds, I would have been happy. Or the time when I finished 17th in the hot dog eating contest, I aimed not to finish last. I reached my goal, and so can you if you AIM LOWER™. What do you think? I can go on for at least another 2 pages. (note scribbled in large letters by a hand of an elderly person on 2 small notebook pages).
Signature Address | | Friday, September 21st, 2007 | | 10:32 am |
words cannot express what i am feeling right now...
посмотрите как он парит, мой прекрасный тяжелый слон!.. | | Sunday, September 2nd, 2007 | | 10:13 pm |
From My Window  Some of you may remember the story I wrote some time ago, which Chris has recently adapted and illustrated. Click on the image to be taken there. And if you are curious about the artist's explanation of the style, you can find it HERE | | Tuesday, August 7th, 2007 | | 2:38 pm |
The moon is full and bright tonight And the dagger in my hand is steady. Oh, I would sell my soul for you love If I hadn't done so already. I am following you Barefoot in the twilight dew. If I can't have your love so wretched and tense, Neither should anyone else.  image (c) Remedios Varo, Farewell | | Thursday, July 26th, 2007 | | 3:37 pm |
whaddaya think? Boys and girls, Please go on my myspace page and click on the song "IF" to listen. My friend Dan and I played with computers and did a simple remix of one of my songs to a kind of mellow minimalist sound. Some people said the original is way better. Others said they liked it. I would be curious to hear your oppinion, if you have a moment to listen. Thanks! A. HERE | | Wednesday, July 25th, 2007 | | 4:39 pm |
Conference Trip to Las Vegas (I wrote a letter to a friend, describing my recent trip to Las Vegas, and then I thought--why not share it with you?! So, this blog is mostly quotes from that letter. Alas, I didn't have a camera on me, so these are just random picutures taken from the web to illustrate some parts of the story.)...It was my first time in Vegas, and I was both frightened and amused by the upcoming trip. The corporate offices refused to hear me out on the fact that any half-decent motel in the area will do, and so for a couple of days I ended up with a 750sq feet suite on the 10th floor of the Venetian. Famous view of the Venetian resort( Read more... ) | | Friday, July 20th, 2007 | | 6:58 am |
Guesch Patti sings for Peter Greenaway What can be better than the weird and fabulous Guesch Patti, if not Ms. Pattti over stunning visuals of Peter Greenaway. Written especially for Greenaway's The Pillow Book, I give you Blonde.
Look beyond the smut. Look at the sound.
| | Saturday, June 23rd, 2007 | | 11:39 pm |
Dead and Lovely Few years back when the man I cared for and I parted ways, he sent me a song. It was Tom Wait's "Dead and Lovely" off of his 2004 album Real Gone, which had just come out then. The song reminded him of me terribly, he said, because, if I remember correctly, the relationship between the man and the girl in the song was reminiscent of the one we played in, and because now I was "dead" [no longer present in his daily life, i presume], and "so-lovely." I couldn't listen to this song for years…
Ironically enough, Tom Waits has [had?] been a part of my love life ever since the song "Swordfishtrombone" fell upon my ears. This was 1994, and from that moment onward I had been “hoping I don’t fall in love” and “falling out the windows with confetti in my hair" and "was a raindog too" and "heard my parents fight and didn't want to grow up" and "had shut the moon right out of the sky" and cruised the highways with “Big Joe and Phantom 309” and was that “girl that turned into a crow on the other side of the world.” You get the point... I am a fan. You name the song, and I have likely lived it. And I couldn’t listen to Tom for years…
Now that I have found peace inside me (or so I like to believe), and my memories no longer pester, I play these songs again and again in my headphones, and I am stunned to recognize that I am hunted no more. And what flashes before my eyes are not the imprints of dubious times and hesitant places, but only songs in their true and contextually-pure original form. And in a way they feel more truthful to me this way. And in the way the way they feel dead. Dead and lovely, indeed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWohrR25HwY
| | Friday, June 8th, 2007 | | 10:52 am |
а можно и так!!! | | Tuesday, June 5th, 2007 | | 11:21 pm |
Sxip My friend Sxip plays "Moon in Her Belly"
Sxip, if you happen to be reading this--you never ever cease to rock my world! |
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