My Soundtrack

My life is a movie, and this will be the soundtrack:

Opening Credits:
When You Were Young – The Killers

Waking Up:
Dos Gardenias – Buena Vista Social Club

Falling In Love:
Running Memory – Evening

Fight Scene:
Pressed Rat & Warthog – Cream

Breaking Up:
Los Ejes De Mi Carreta – La Zurda

Rest Assured – Eric B. & Rakim

Secret Love:
Feel Like Makin’ Love – Marlena Shaw

Life’s Okay:
Our Lips Are Sealed – The Fun Boy Three

Ex Girl To Next Girl – Gang Starr

Mental Breakdown:
I’m Free – The Who (TOMMY)

When The Earth Moves Again – Jefferson Airplane

The Wonderful Cross – Holland Davis

Happy Dance:
Everyday People – Pearl Jam

Oh My Golly! – Pixies

Long Night Alone:
The Beta Band Rap – Beta Band

Final Battle:
Tonight – Loveless

Death Scene:
King of Carrot Flowers Part 2 & 3 – Neutral Milk Hotel

After Goodbye – Meena Dimian

Ending Credits:
One of These Days – Pink Floyd


Dreaming of the Dead

“I don’t want your pity – I just want to remember who I was before this”.

This is one of the final statements made by one of five actors who blessed the stage at the Cultural Project: 45 Bleeker Theater, last night in the East Village [GP:EV]. For 2 hours, I left New York again, for a brief visit to the African Continent, but this time, further south… to the Republic of South Africa, but not in 2006, but over a decade ago, during the tyranny of Apartheid. Amajuba: Like Doves We Rise, written and directed by Edinburgh’s Yael Farber, is the story of 5 South Africans who have grown up in Apartheid, and their lives broken and rebuilt by the tragedies they’ve faced. Through dialogue, dance, song, symbolism and at-times heart-wrenching narrative, their stories are proclaimed with such strength, defiance, and passion.

And what I didn’t know, but only discovered afterwards, the actors were the people they were playing. This wasn’t acting. They were telling their own true life stories. I had felt as if I’d seen more into these people than I have ever looked upon another human being. I’ve never seen such vulnerability, and to know that they have to relive their past, but then be healed from it, day in and day out. It’s an amazing privilege. I was given a message of hope for myself, and while although few of us can say we’ve experienced what a life under Apartheid is like, many of us have suffered greatly in this world. Pain is pain, and healing is healing.

For two hours, the audience of about 100 was held captive under a spell, and remained entranced for the duration of the performance. Light, color, props, beautiful harmonies, noise, pain, sweat (lots of sweat) and soul. That’s what I experienced last night.

I want to urge everyone to see this show. Last night was the beginning of a week of previews and opening night is in a week. You can buy tickets at Ticketmaster. Please contact me if you want a discount code, so you can get $25.00 tickets:

I was given hope. I thought of my boys out in Kibera, and I hope that one day, they will be able to face the past, and then wash it away, and rise. Rise.

“My past is a broken country – but I am not”