artistic endeavors


Ah, friends, where to begin?

I hope you enjoyed the Banana Bread.  I also hope you’ve got me on RSS feed, because, well, I’m sure you’ve all given up checking daily for new material.  (If not, well, aren’t YOU the cock-eyed optimist! And today’s your lucky day.)

I simply have Too Much going on in my life to write it all down right this second, but I would like to start blogging again.  (We’ll see how long this birthday resolution lasts, eh?)  So, if you’re reading, take a look at the list of potential topics below and hit me up with a comment letting me know which you think is most interesting.

1) My latest culinary adventures, including super-simple grilled asparagus;

2) Stories from my childhood — perhaps that time I got my head stuck in a ceiling fan?

3) Random design ideas that I currently enjoy — and no, I’m not really into Eames, though it’s popular;

4) Kyleen’s Tip of the Day! How to do/make/re-purpose something useful, culled from my own brain, my family’s tips & tricks, or perhaps somewhere out there on the innernetz.

And yes, I’m in a new relationship, and no, I still don’t want to blog about it.  Well, not regularly anyway.  🙂

So far, 27 is off to a GREAT start!

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Friends, I am SO EXCITED!  The acapella group I was in back at NYU, the N’Harmonics, is having an 11-Year Reunion Concert (if you knew the group, you’d know why it’s both hilarious and fitting that we missed the 10 year anniversary of the birth of the group).  YAY!  YAY!  And again I say, YAY!  I’ll be performing again with N’Harms past and present:  talented vocalists who founded and preceded me in the group, people I had the privilege and pleasure of rocking with, and the newest members (’cause the group rocks on!).  As usual, there will be a theme, and we’ll be doing some of my favourites!  Here’s a little taste — a recording from years ago.

Free Your Mind

It’s a live performance so it’s totally unmixed.  And yes, I’m the obnoxious “deet deet deet” voice.  I promise I won’t be so overbearing on Friday.  (Well, ok, I’ll try.)

Computer access is still spotty, but in the interest of keeping readers, here’s a little something.  I found this in my poetry notebook, dated 9/22/98.  

Of a Storm

The rain hits the pavement
like nickels
dropping and
bouncing and
rolling on a hard
cafeteria floor
echoing over the
noise of the thunder
that creates a dull roar
like the sounds of
voices in a large room
the lightning occasionally flashes
an unexpected camera shot
taking candid pictures
and no one is sure what they saw
or did
when the camera flashed
until after the storm has stopped
and the picture becomes
clear
developed
the trees sway slowly
at first
like autistic children
with secrets they can’t tell
then the limbs start to
whip, thrash, beat
faster, faster
in a dance
entrancing and rhythmic.
The wind whistles,
the flute music to which
the trees dance,
dancers twirl faster,
music frenzies higher
higher higher
creating a cacophony
of music and
voices and
nickels and
flashing and
dancing and
then slowly the dancers
tire of their flailing
the flutes cannot play
as high as before
and fewer nickels are dropping
and then only rolling
and the pictures are beginning
to develop.
The flutes now only play
a lullaby
and the voices are memories
of half-forgotten conversations
and bands
of water color
streak the sky
foretelling of calmer tomorrows.

I’ve always liked thunderstorms.  Re-reading this, I can picture the kind of storm I was describing.  I can also almost hear the way I would want it read.  Maybe this would be good for a poetry reading sometime.  Hmm.  Thoughts?

Age old question:  Why am I here?

I’m not sure I’ve figured that out yet.  Swirl it around in your head for a while, rephrase it: 

What am I doing with my life?

Ah, yeah, I’m working on that. 

In no chronological order, here’s what happened:

A few nights ago, I did a reading of a new musical about the building of the Brooklyn Bridge (a fascinating story, actually — it took 13 years — and was completed 125 years ago this year), and after we finished, I got a chance to go out to dinner with the creative team.  The writer wanted to hear my life story, which she asked for in a single line.  “Can it be a run-on sentence?”  Talking with her, after having the chance to work on a really challenging music theatre piece, reinforced the realization that I really enjoy having creative musical outlets. 

Rewind a tad further, to a few Sundays ago, when I got a chance to catch up with a friend of mine.  She’s the kind of friend who can listen to me ramble on, talking in vague terms about feelings and thoughts and tangential ambiguities, and then turn around and distill what I just said into concrete ideas that could be of some use.  For what felt like the umpteenth time, I blathered on about wondering what it is I want to do with my life, and she helped me realize that I’d really like to be a music director in a church, somewhere, someday.

Ok, so what do I intend to do about it? 

So far, I’ve taken a few steps toward this goal.  I have been blessed with many fantastic friends, one of whom happens to be the music director at a church in town.  He has agreed to help me by accompanying my new voice student (that’s right, scary thought! I’m teaching voice lessons), and then afterwards giving me piano lessons.  I’ve also signed up to head up the music “committee” for my church’s fall retreat this year, and I’ll be directing our Children’s Christmas Choir. 

So if I put it out there on the internet, am I more or less likely to make it happen?  We’ll see.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am SO PROUD:  As I type this, I am watching THE CULT OF SINCERITY

ON TV! 

That’s right!  The guys who made history on YouTube have somehow managed to get airtime on channel 13.  WAY TO GO ADAM AND BRENDAN AND DAN!! [and of course, congratulations to all of the many many talented people involved.]

Friends, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again:  if you haven’t seen this movie, you should.

For the few of you still hanging on to this blog (or who happen to have it in your RSS feeds), my apologies for the lack of content lately.  I’m still clinging to the “I’ve been so busy!  And my computer is DEAD!” excuse.  However, I had to at least try for a little bit of publicity regarding the next Red Door Theatre Company production:

 

Proof
by David Auburn
2001 Pulitzer-Prize and Tony Award Winner for Best Play

June 20, 21, 23, 2008 at 8:00pm
June 21 & 22, 2008 at 2:00pm

The Barrow Group Studio Theatre
312 West 36th Street, 3rd Floor (Between 8th & 9th Avenues)

Featuring: Anne S. Bates*, James Fleming*, Kate Erin Gibson* & Chris Murrah*

*All actors appear courtesy of the Actors’ Equity Association

Director: Susanne Boulle
Stage Manager: Corey Womack
Marketing Associate: Andrew L. Napier
Sound Design: Paul Radford
Producers: Elizabeth Gibson, Kate Erin Gibson and Kyleen Milton

Produced by special permission with Dramatists Play Service, Inc.

Tickets can be purchased through www.smarttix.com (212-868-4444)
$18, General Admission
$12, Seniors

Apartment Therapy recently featured wall art done with electrical tape, which inspired me to post some pictures of my striped wall done with electrical tape:

 

 

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