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November 20, 2010
Things were ripping today. Breaking, popping, pushing and tearing. On grey days I can't tell whether I'm going to sleep or waking up. Guy says, " People can lose their souls trying to stand up and get noticed by the world." I say, " I don't want to become one of them. My soul is
November 11, 2010
In the making of a man, each is given what she can handle. That which breaks you will not break me and vice versa. I’ve been allowed to live as I truly am ... part selfish and free, part bound by generosity to a fault …I am a prayer. A moray pattern forced out by whips,
November 2, 2010
On Saturday, October 30th, the cast of Adia Tamar Whitaker's "Ampey!" took to the streets of San Francisco in full costume and makeup for a fundraising Animation. "Ampey!" premieres at CounterPULSE on Thursday, November 11th. Even if you weren't fortunate enough to see the cast in San Francisco, you can still pledge your support for
November 2, 2010
Almost all of our Counterpulse fliers are gone! It’s time to start getting those tickets yall! For the past two months the cast of “Ampey!” and family have been doing short vocal performances on the streets of San Francisco and Oakland to promote our Kickstarter page and our upcoming shows. We call them “Animations”. I learned about
October 31, 2010
Step #1: Identify everything I need to get and need help preparing for the show. Performance Notes for “Family”: Rashidi will bring the blue bucket over to Stephanie’s seller station after he’s finished with his text. Need to get another chair spray painted turquoise. Stephanie’s Tailoring Needs Freedom: The extra ruffle needs to be attached
October 31, 2010
As much as almost every Counterpulse Work In Progress Showing has brought out the four year old in my soul … I must admit that they always push me through to that next level of clarity and precision I need to get the job done. The fear of not knowing every detail of what I’m
October 28, 2010
Master Drummer and Scholar Nana Ck Ladzekpo came to give us a hand in rehearsal last night. He brought two of his nephews from Ghana with him. When we began to perform the African Diaspora Market place scene that has been driving me insane … we got a liitle shy but made through well enough
October 27, 2010
So this past Sunday it was raining in the Bay Area. Cold and wet. But that afternoon at CounterPULSE in San Francisco, an intimate crew of folks braved the rain, brought food, shared stories and ate together. The topic was, “what are the factors that support or prevent us from cooking meals on a regular
October 26, 2010
For when it is over, the great shrinking begins, the tightness in my chest comes back, the rock sinks down to the bottom, the humming bird takes flight once more. The ghosts will once again laugh, cry and whisper stories into my eyes. I will again become no one walking in the maze. No money.