Showing posts with label performing artist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label performing artist. Show all posts
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Carnivaless
A person's maturity consists in having found again the seriousness one had as a child in play.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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Hello Val
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"Watchman, tell us of the night."
The night may be quiet again someday.
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Well, the carnival has shut down and left. No one showed up to accompany me, to be my better eyes (and my better self, no doubt). So I didn't get to eat the pizza, the sausage, the funnel cake, snow cone or cotton candy. I didn't get to ride on the Ferris wheel, the swinging gondola or the merry go round. But I got to hear the Bingo numbers on a loud speaker, the loud scraping metal of the rides and the loud screaming children. I vow to myself that when I return to New York I will go to Coney Island and some of the other amusement parks around there for certainly a ride on a roller coaster, because I am just a loud screaming kid at heart.
Soon it will be September 9th and that will mark the anniversary of my moving to Bristol. I moved here 11 years ago, and I still have no friends here. I did have one friend for a few years who I trusted, but she turned out to be dishonest, devious, deceiving and linked to her own narcotic needs. So now there is no one in Bristol.
There are two good reasons to return to New York. I have old friends there I know can trust and I'm a performing artist who for the past 11 years hasn't been able to do any of it. I yearn to go back on stage. I can also return to the Art Students League and learn more about painting. I can be with the other artists I have known and admired and reach a higher level in my own art and my writing. And, best of all, in New York City the carnival never shuts down.
Dana Bate - The Vagabond
Never Give Up
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Monday, November 24, 2008
Kinetic Knack 11/24/08
Life is a great big canvas, throw all the paint on it you can.
Danny Kaye
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About 20 years ago a friend decided to make a master resume of my professional life. I still have it. It is many pages long because I did so many different things. I went to kitchens, gardens, stages, studios, pools, band shells, offices, lecture halls, class rooms, street corners, prisons, auditoriums, orchestra pits, ball rooms, church basements, book stores, bell towers, subway stations, senior centers, insane asylums, playgrounds, press rooms and others: the twisting trail of a vagabond trying to make a buck. My paint box was very complex.
The artist Robert Motherwell created many interesting paintings for many years using only black on white. And I have seen other artists create amazing, magical things with nothing but a piece of paper and a pencil. It just goes to prove the old rusty adage that says it doesn't matter what you use it's what you do with it that counts.
Life is an opportunity as well as everything else it is. Or rather, it's a vast, inexhaustible string of opportunities to do amazing things. But those things require vigor and enthusiasm no matter what's in your paint box. Notice that Kaye says "throw" not dab or fiddle. After the throw comes the time to shape, form and carefully arrange
I think the secret is love. If you love what you're doing you will throw it at the canvas, at life. Most of all I was a performer. That's what I loved, and whether it was music, broadcasting or theatre I would do it anytime, anywhere, even on a street corner or in a band shell. And I always knew when I was with my kind of people because when they weren't on stage they were standing in the wings watching the show.
DB - The Vagabond
Danny Kaye
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About 20 years ago a friend decided to make a master resume of my professional life. I still have it. It is many pages long because I did so many different things. I went to kitchens, gardens, stages, studios, pools, band shells, offices, lecture halls, class rooms, street corners, prisons, auditoriums, orchestra pits, ball rooms, church basements, book stores, bell towers, subway stations, senior centers, insane asylums, playgrounds, press rooms and others: the twisting trail of a vagabond trying to make a buck. My paint box was very complex.
The artist Robert Motherwell created many interesting paintings for many years using only black on white. And I have seen other artists create amazing, magical things with nothing but a piece of paper and a pencil. It just goes to prove the old rusty adage that says it doesn't matter what you use it's what you do with it that counts.
Life is an opportunity as well as everything else it is. Or rather, it's a vast, inexhaustible string of opportunities to do amazing things. But those things require vigor and enthusiasm no matter what's in your paint box. Notice that Kaye says "throw" not dab or fiddle. After the throw comes the time to shape, form and carefully arrange
I think the secret is love. If you love what you're doing you will throw it at the canvas, at life. Most of all I was a performer. That's what I loved, and whether it was music, broadcasting or theatre I would do it anytime, anywhere, even on a street corner or in a band shell. And I always knew when I was with my kind of people because when they weren't on stage they were standing in the wings watching the show.
DB - The Vagabond
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