i write from maui where it is raining. i am wearing pajamas in my family’s hotel room. my mom is ironing a shirt. my brother just clipped his finger nails. my dad is unpacking. today we may go to a whaling museum. i would like to see a whale. yesterday i looked for some out our rental car’s window. waves look remarkably like whales, especially when you’ve never seen a real, live whale.
also, in hana, maui we stayed on the property of a superb singer/ukelelist named leokane pryor who is playing for obama’s inauguration! small world.
anyway, maui is still totally lovely, if anyone was wondering.
i’ve been thinking about how cool it will be to have a myriad of performers working with Pope.L. on his performance shoot. what if three actors, a contortionist, two irish dancers, an opera singer, a break dancer, a clarinetist and 9 stand up comedians are chosen from auditions? what is the method to the madness? it’s interesting to think about the ways in which certain artforms have been historically paired with one another. i’ve also always wondered why music is the universal supporting accompanist. you never see a mime accompanying a pianist. nor a film accompanying a soundtrack. i guess fantasia is an exception, maybe.
planning these auditions makes me curious about the hidden talents of haverford students. there HAS to be someone whose mom made them learn the family bagpipe or didgeridoo. someone who loves reciting poetry. someone who never stopped loving that scatman song and just. wants. to. scat. it would be AWESOME to see that kind of stuff at auditions.