I am going to being part of the exciting Southeastern Theater Conference next week delivering a talk called "The Warrior and The Fool: Being an Artist in These Hard Times". Check out the conference here: https://www.facebook.com/setc.org
Lots of workshops and speeches, lots of opportunities too. I'm looking forward to hearing Eric Booth, and seeing Steve Wangh.
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Welcome
More and more I want to stay close to you,
this way I can travel far from home,
and return back with new eyes,
new stories,
a new tongue.
this way I can travel far from home,
and return back with new eyes,
new stories,
a new tongue.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Memphis, Clarksdale, the blues...
Clarksdale, Mississippi is said to be mecca of the blues, and judging by the pilgrims who come here from around the world it just might be. Tonight at Red's there were folks from 10 states and as far away as Australia, and last time there were people from Japan, France, Germany, and Canada...something about the blues that speaks across borders, across languages, and into the stuff.
Tonight I heard "Kingfisher", a 14 year-old guitar wizard, not for flashy licks, but for deep knowing, solid feel, and soulful maturity well beyond his years. Couldn't help but think that this kid possesses a wisdom from somewhere else...that kind of musicianship and soul just can't be conjured in such little time...wondered about where it came from, whether it is inborn, whether it comes from someplace, from someone. Clarksdale is the place of the crossroads where Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil in exchange for his musical talent. Kingfisher has so much mojo I wonder if that spell is alive and well in this town.
There's a juke joint festival down here April 12 and 13, get here if you can. Stay at Hobson's Plantation, drink cheap beer, open your ears, and prepare yourself for gritty transformation in the kettle of the blues. JUKE JOINT FESTIVAL WEBSITE
Tonight I heard "Kingfisher", a 14 year-old guitar wizard, not for flashy licks, but for deep knowing, solid feel, and soulful maturity well beyond his years. Couldn't help but think that this kid possesses a wisdom from somewhere else...that kind of musicianship and soul just can't be conjured in such little time...wondered about where it came from, whether it is inborn, whether it comes from someplace, from someone. Clarksdale is the place of the crossroads where Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil in exchange for his musical talent. Kingfisher has so much mojo I wonder if that spell is alive and well in this town.
There's a juke joint festival down here April 12 and 13, get here if you can. Stay at Hobson's Plantation, drink cheap beer, open your ears, and prepare yourself for gritty transformation in the kettle of the blues. JUKE JOINT FESTIVAL WEBSITE
Monday, February 4, 2013
Acceptance speech from International Performing Arts for Youth (IPAY)
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International
Performing Arts for Youth
Lifetime
Achievement Award
David Gonzalez' Acceptance
Speech
January
2011
The
fairy tale just took a twist.
I’ve
traded cows for beans, I’ve made wishes to magical fishes, I’ve negotiated with
beasts and fairies, I’ve slain, and (like Sondheim’s storyteller), I’ve been
slain, I’ve risen from the ashes, yes, like you, I’ve journeyed into the wood,
and now, miraculously, by your good graces, I am home safe and crowned.
Robin,
June, Bert, my esteemed colleagues and friends we all know this could easily be
you. I am humbled to be standing here before you, and in the spirit of our
community I accept the Mickey Miners award in the name of the unsung, the
unknown, the worker bees behind the scenes, the ones who aren’t with us today,
who taught us, who fought with us against the tide, who wouldn’t abide the
facile or docile, yes, to the nameless tributaries, and to the as yet unborn
future artists that will nourish the values of art we hold dear.
In
a recent interview I was asked about the choice to be an artist. What compels someone to commit ourselves to
this absurdly uncertain, and certainly absurd, road? It is a wonder that so
many of us actually take the detour and get “off the grid” when so many viable
possibilities, alternatives and conventions surround us. Yes, sometimes it is
ego pure and simple, but we all know that that is rare, and mostly passing. The
truth is, while each of us has a story, at the root of that story is the
overwhelming necessity to matter to the world, to make a difference in young
people’s lives, however small, through our capacity to imagine, to create, and
to wonder.
I
was seven years old in 1963 when I heard on a little brown transitor radio that
President Kennedy had been shot, I watched his funeral on TV, the black
horse-drawn wagon mournfully carrying his body down Pennsylvannia Avenue,
John-John’s tiny salute…With my grandmother I watched the news every night, we
adjusted the rabbit-eared antenae to still the image to see the water cannons
blasting black protesters in Newark, and Watts, I saw the funerals of Martin
Luther King Jr, of Bobby Kennedy, and I saw the body bags coming home from Viet
Nam day after day, the daily tally of US dead, of Vietcong dead. I saw much but could do nothing. These images were the cradle of my consciousness
– how could I stand by, how can anyone
stand by passively when the fires of hatred and war are raging all around
us. I root the answer as to why I do
what I do to the dissonance between my youthful innocence and the troubled
times I was born into.
And
that is my question today -- Is there enough outrage? Why were 23 Afghan civilians killed by a U.S.
drone last week? Why is Bradley Manning
in solitary confinement, looking at 52 years in prison? Why did we allow the administration
to suppress the photos of our dead returning home from Iraq and Afganistan for
so long? No, we oughtn’t pound politics
into kid’s heads, but neither should we keep them ignorant of their world.
In
closing may I ask that our work invigorate the imagination, liberate free
thought, embody true joy, and help create an activated citizenry that will
respond with loud voices against injustice so that no more innocents be killed
in our name, and so that the masks, and truths, of tragedy and comedy be
friendly companions to our days.
Thank
you.
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