WOYZECK

woyzeck. Woyzeck.  WOYZECK. 

There's something about this play that has stayed with me for over thirty years. I first read the play in 1979 when I was a student in England. There's something haunting and sad about this play. I can't shake it.

Perhaps it's because it was written by Georg Buchner who died at the age of 23. Perhaps it's because the manuscript has the air of mystery around it. You see, although Georg Buchner had finished the play, a series of 29 scenes, there is no guide in which the scenes should be placed. The result is that the play changes slightly depending on the vision of the director. Whatever the reason, I amazed that a man so young had such insight.


Here is my vision- Woyzeck:performed and mixed live in front of an audience.
A direct link is: http://onethousandhertz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

I'm Going Back Home

I went to my first Family Reunion in 1996. I didn't know what to expect. I wasn't sure what to expect. Growing up  an only child living on the west coast, I knew very little about my fraternal family members who make the Mid-West and South their homes.

Arriving in St. Louis on that hot August afternoon I was greeted with smiles of curiosity. Everyone knew my Dad- in was legendary- and they knew of me but few had actually met the "son from California". Having dreadlocks and a laid back attitude made me a stand out right away. But I was welcomed and I had a since of belonging. I brought a tape recorder with me and created a show that is the basis of this podcast.

I just returned from the 2010 Family Reunion. It's been about 10 years since my last one in Jackson Mississippi. No longer sporting dreadlocks, a little grey- I was welcomed back- the prodigal "son from California".

I don't know what it is about families. There is no "perfect families" like those seen in on television of the 50's, 60's and early 70's. And dysfunctional families aren't as unique as films portrayed in films of today. Families are just people who are seeking to see beyond themselves by looking to others.

I went to the reunion this year to represent my father. But I realize now that I went home. I guess that's why my father found these semi-annual gatherings so important. We all need to have a home to return to; we all need a place where we are welcomed back.

Listen to the podcast of the 1996 reunion at http://onethousandhertz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default .