How Can I See You Through My Tears.

Cortney Wolfson and Natalie Weiss together in concert - wait what! 

If Lindsey Mendez was thrown in, I might have convulsed into a puddle of happiness.

No Me Diga.

Just in love with my In The Heights album right now. The precise vocals, and innovative meter fluctuation just throws me over the edge in this Tony award winning soundtrack recording. 

Inside me is a Mexican spirit heritage ready to be danced out to a local mariachi band.

Truth.

"My only responsibility as a writer is to the truth, however unpleasant that may be. I have no responsibility as a woman writer because I don’t believe there’s such a thing. When people talk about me as a writer, that’s what I am, and that’s how I want my work to be judged - on its quality, not on the basis of my age, gender, class, sexuality or race." Sarah Kane

An Anthem for Equality, Gavin Creel.

I believe in now.

Living.

The Acoustic Cafe, 9.22.12

Wisdom - 9.25.12

People become what they expect themselves to become.

Let me shine.

When The Sun Goes Down, In The Heights.

Photos with Madie.

A Dream Play.

"Everything can happen. Everything is possible and probable. Time and space do not exist. On a flimsy framework of reality, the imagination spins, weaving new patterns." Strindberg

Renegade & Come Sail Away, Winhawk Marching Band.

Nocturne no. 19 op. 72, Chopin.

And this is my second selection I am preparing.

I originally tackled this piece when I was studying at WSU before my first Fall in high school but was not quite mature enough musically to comprehend this complex lament.

I am currently struggling with memorizing left hand loops and triplet shapes, memorization of left hand fingerings, clearly solidifying the repetitious duple against third element and defining the subtle tempo variances.

Le petit nègre, Claude Debussy.

I think I may start piano lessons again after my four year hiatus. 

This is one of two pieces I am preparing for my new studies.

Exit the King.

"Sometimes you have a dream. And you get involved, you believe in it, you love it. In the morning when you open your eyes, the two worlds are still confused. The brilliance of the light blurs the faces of the night. You’d like to remember, you’d like to hold them back. But they slip between your fingers, the brutal reality of day drives them away. What did I dream about, you ask yourself? What was it happened? Who was I kissing? Who did I love? What was I saying and what was I told? That you find you’re left with a vague regret for all those things that were or seemed to have been. You no longer know what it was that was there all around you." Eugene Ionesco

Coda Bow.

At work, I get paid to help create art.

Music.

Expectation, Evaluation, Outcome.

Expectation/Evaluation = Variable Outcome

Expectation > Evaluation = Diminished Outcome

Expectation < Evaluation = Inflated Outcome

Expectation = Evaluation = Desired Outcome 

The Learning Revolution.

On Friday, Nina Grollman.

Tuesdays.

I sat once in a puddle and it wasn't as wet as it was slippery
I swear that I lost my stability in the morning but it is two past noon
and I can't I open my eyes.

Playing with shapes I learned that color is only a convection of the mind
Puddles are purple in my pupils and it's because of my dexterity
Green to me is blue to you
red to me is never as true
silver stands solid in your soft foresight
while mine has never blushed a bright hue
splattered yellow,
frostbitten plum,
The soul is colorless as the moon lights my room.

You say nothing in the face of reality and only speak up wind to be heard by the muted ear.

Rejection is the key to recipe - only in turn to impress thee.

Stand ground in the shadow of daybreak
Because, as time has told - it is time for me to appear at my pre-scheduled
7 1/2-minute
morality-monitored
snack-break.

Hands, Sarah Kay.

It's My Part, Jonquil.

Standard Rays of Gold.

Snip snap their goes my nap
No longer may I believe in disbelief
Today will be placed upon a satin tablecloth,
for interrogation in court of law.

My tongue no longer tastes dissatisfaction
In my angst towards taste buds I forgot how to swallow.
I only gulped.
I only fettered.
I only spat-out.

In birth I was luckily handed a baby bib for my aversion to society
Allergic to conventionalism I became a conventional individual who only can conceptualize his own convections
In eight years or less, I am bound to be blessed with a tastier upgrade.

Bringing thr3e shoes along in my grocery basket
I was adequately prepared for the cucumber collapse in aisle sev7n
Wish I wouldn’t always leave my gollashing boots under my rainy day, “precipitation” labeled, outfits.

Standardly, today in a first world country was long & stressful.

There With You, Natalie Weiss featuring Jason Robert Brown.

Bluebird, Charles Bukowski.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, 
I'm not going to let anybody see you.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him 
and inhale cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that he's
in there.

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay down, 
do you want to mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my book sales in Europe?

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, 
I only let him out at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him die
and we sleep together like that
with our secret pact.

And it's nice enough to
make a man weep, 
but I don't weep, 
do you?

The Seraph.

Am I.

I am juice of pear.
I am fragile dish.
I am scented frock.
I am dainty minnow.

Soggy oat I am.
Melting memories I am.
Blowing breeze I am.
Harmonic alluminum I am.

Long lingering I am line.
Hungry I am stummy.
Creaky I am bones.
Silent I am remedy.

Home.

The World's Gulley.

Who ever tends to the paths & wood, cut and piled, in the depths of the forest

. 

The Realm of Possibility.

Here's what I know about the realm of possibility -
it is always expanding, it is never what you think it is.
Everything around was once deemed impossible.
As hard as it for us to see sometimes, we all exist within the realm of possibility.
Most of our limits are of our own world's devising.
And yet, every day we each do so many things that were impossible to us.

Years into days.
Days into hours.
Hours into minutes.
Minutes into moments.
Moments into possibility.

You think you know your possibilities.
Then other people come into your life -
and suddenly there are so many more.


Moments into minutes.
Minutes into hours.
Hours into days.
Days into years.
Years into possibility.

This will linger.
                         David Levithan, brn. '72

Night and Day.

This one time I played piano for a flute choir at a dress rehearsal for a variety show. Ta da! 

The Georgia Boy Choir.

Lathered Up: An Examination.

"If cleanleness is adjacent to Godliness, does that mean that a perpetually empty soap dispenser is an advocate for atheism?" James Lileks

Blue Danube Fantasy, Anderson & Roe.

Speech & Debate.

Hey, I am auditioning for this show at WSU tomorrow; here I go.

Crazytown.

"In the pocket of my dress I've got a copper key. Dunno the door it goes with and that fact is killing me. In the pocket of my dress, I've got this eight-inch copper key, but I dunno the door it goes with and that fact is killing me. That in the pocket of my - I got this eight-inch copper key. But, I dunno the door it goes with and that fact is killing me. That in the pocket of my dress, I've got this eight inch copper key and I go to door to door to door to door to door and woe is me. And woe is me and woe is me and woe is me and woe is me and woe is."

Let Me Sing.

Peace Prayer.

As we begin our journeys in life, may we be nourished by our years of friendship and learning. 

Through the years may we draw upon them to create a more just and peaceful world. 

The Uptowner Cafe, St. Paul.