No time these days

Time is of the essence in the real world.  I will be writing less as the summer will eat up my time on the street of Manhattan and beyond.  It is a really nice time of year to be out doing your thing in the sun.  Reach out and jump into the rays as much as you can.  It's a really great reason to live.

Spring

A street performer comes out to the streets on a casual afternoon.  The smell of wet pavement is all around and only a few people seem to have found their way out into the last moments of an otherwise gloomy spring day.  Who would perform on such a day?  Only god knows, but the performer seems to take in the stage he calls home, and begins to flow through the motions of a performance he knows oh so well.  After a moment people begin to stop as they pass, after an hour only a trace of once was wet ground remain, and in it's place stand a New York city crowd fit for Lincoln Center.  The performance is done, and the performer takes a bow.  Coins fly, hats are tossed, and everybody walks home happy.  

Just a thought 

Here and back

Yesturday I returned from Los Angeles at 5 in the morning.  When I landed I headed for home and a few short hours of rest before I had rehearsal mid day.  I was in LA to finish the ADR sessions needed to complete the film I was in a few months back.  It turned out really nice, and I can't waite to see where it flies off to.  This weekend should be interesting, we are performing Don Quioxte with the company, and I think it should be a lot of fun.  At this point I'm really trying to reel my life together and transition myself fully into New York City.  Life is grand, just have to keep on pushing.

Think big and jump higher

The streets are starting to live again.  I went out over the last weekend and performed.  It was like magic.  I have to say there is so much beauty when you just shut all the negative garbage out and slip into a creative space.  I am really excited for the coming street season...  When I perform out there it feels alive, like people don't have any idea what it must feel like to do what I'm doing.  I have no idea how to not do it.  There is absolutely no security in what you do on the stage of the street, but in a lot of ways when your totally naked you realize that there is no such thing as security.  For so much of the time when you live in this place, you me, we, are bombarded with advertisements.  Fear, it's fear.  It's so clear when you just let it all go!  When you just say, Shit man, I don't need this stuff.  I don't need any of these things to be happy.  I don't need to perform any way other than the way I wish to.  I'm not a blue man or a principal dancer.  I'm not a Broadway performer, or a famous actor.  I am none of these things, but I am.  Yes, yes, yes I am.  

Rain on my day

For the most part I really have a positive outlook on things, but some days it just rains.  Today I worked through yet another injury that has appeared in a month full of fun feeling, muscle tearing bliss.  At first I didn't think I would be able to move at all, but after I took some Western medicine I found myself feeling up to the task.  Actually at that point I danced pretty dam well.  

Oh yeah, I worked on a film today.  I think it should look pretty good when it's said and done.  That's what I was dancing in, and that's why I actually took western medicine.  Normally I don't go near pain killers, but I certainly wasn't going to be able to work if I didn't.  The film is called Changement, and I play a quirky french kid that dances for a company in the states.  I'll put more details out when it's out.  Any ways the day was hard, and some what disappointing as far as training goes, but it was a good lesson, that we have bad days to make our good days better.  

On another note I really feel the urge to put my comedy down for a while and focus purely on my dramatic works.  I may take my new contact juggling piece to the streets.  Another idea that I have is to just through some tunes in my ears and dance with a hat out.  Real improve style.  We'll see.  

  

Hear the dance, see the music.

I was sitting in the train today and I realized something interesting.  All works of any note today and yesterday were created and set in a locked choreography.  Well tomorrow I don't see this happening any more.  Works of the dance can be fully structured and choreographed, yet not bound by set steps.  It's one thing to demand a certain amount of out of a technician, but quite another to take command of an other's movements.  This may seem avant-guarde, but what if dancers were selected on their technique, and shape, but were allowed to speak the language that they worked so hard to create.

A Poem

What is
Is always and must be
For if we are to evolve it must entale all in order to see
Our potential is great
And perhaps dark too 
Yet it needs a single light to remember what we always knew
We are because we belong


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