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Spring is Here!
Shirley Jones was such a part of my childhood. A fabulous and amazing woman. In honor of the beauty of spring we welcome a little blast from the past. Shirley Jones latest CD THEN & NOW is available on Amazon . Check it out... and all her other grooves...
the Mary Oliver experience
UCLA's fabled Royce Hall was abuzz. Anticipation of the diminutive Pulitzer Prize winning poet Mary Oliver was high. The space was packed. “Don’t worry. I have a voice.” Came Mary Oliver’s opening words answering her own musing on whether or not she would have any volume left after a full days talking marathon. One suspects this is not the first time she’s answered her own question and it wasn’t to be the last of her beautifully idiosyncratic asides that night. The experience had begun. There is no greater thrill than hearing a fully formed writer read, speak, sing, share their work. In Ms. Oliver’s case the rich kaleidoscope of energy and tone and nuance from over nearly five decades of work in lyrical poetry turned Royce Hall into a Masters class of opening up to the moments of life, amplifying the sounds of self acceptance and engaging the Kensho of self compassion. Rising above mere author reading entering into the strata of full bodied performance artistry. I’m neither a hug...
It's an honor to be nominated...
On the holiest day of the year in the entertainment universe enjoy Newsweek's annual round table discussion with a few of this years nominees. Jeff Bridges quoted Mike Tyson... "fear is like fire it can warm you it can cook your food, or burn your house down." in talking about how an actor deals with the fears that come up. Check out last year's discussion ...
the Mary Oliver experience
UCLA's fabled Royce Hall was abuzz. Anticipation of the diminutive Pulitzer Prize winning poet Mary Oliver was high. The space was packed. “Don’t worry. I have a voice.” Came Mary Oliver’s opening words answering her own musing on whether or not she would have any volume left after a full days talking marathon. One suspects this is not the first time she’s answered her own question and it wasn’t to be the last of her beautifully idiosyncratic asides that night. The experience had begun. There is no greater thrill than hearing a fully formed writer read, speak, sing, share their work. In Ms. Oliver’s case the rich kaleidoscope of energy and tone and nuance from over nearly five decades of work in lyrical poetry turned Royce Hall into a Masters class of opening up to the moments of life, amplifying the sounds of self acceptance and engaging the Kensho of self compassion. Rising above mere author reading entering into the strata of full bodied performance artistry. I’m neither a hug...