Posts Tagged ‘Music’

16th February
2010
written by Annie Stone
Yoko Ono

Yoko Ono

     Dressed all in black, except for the  red flower at the tip of her men’s fedora, Yoko Ono claimed the stage last night on the eve of her 77th birthday with a primal scream that seemed to contain all at once, grief, rage and intense, existential joy. Her journey that night at the Brooklyn Academy of Music began with a poignant series of home movies from her childhood in pre-war Japan and moved from there to  her provocative life as a performance artist in the early 1960’s — and then — to her epic romance with John Lennon.
      Her comrades that night included her son, Sean Lennon — as well as members of the We Are Plastic Ono Band, Justin  Bond,  The Scissor Sisters — as well as members of the original Plastic Ono Band.   That band was launched in 1969 with the hit single “Give Peace a Chance,” and that’s how Yoko ended the evening. W ith everyone singing about peace and love.
     “Love everyone,” she implored. ”Hug everyone, she smiled. “Give peace a chance.”
     

22nd January
2010
written by Annie Stone
Gregg Breinberg

Gregg Breinberg

      Teacher Gregg Breinberg is  The Whiz Kid behind the Whiz Kids otherwise known as the PS22 Choir.  Made up of 4th and 5th graders from PS22 on Staten Island, they’ve  performed at Madison Square Garden, sung for movie stars and politicians and melted hearts  all over the world.
      But for their fearless leader –  what’s most important is helping students find the heart and soul of a song — and of themselves.
      In an interview with OpenEducation.Net, Breinberg told writer Thomas Hanson the key to their successful collaboration is having High Hopes, Great Expectations and Kindness. And it doesn’t hurt to be a Bit of A Clown yourself. ‘Kindness and patience are #1 with me,” Breinberg said in the interview. “I also think it’s important to be willing to try things, step outside your comfort zone, embarrass yourself, make mistakes — because you can never forget that’s basically what you’re asking from all of your students at some point or another.
     The kids have taught him as well, Breinberg said.
    As Joey, one of the kids in the choir told MSNBC:   ‘Mr. B, he’s a handful — he teaches us but we teach him — he’s not just a regular teacher — he is un-ordinary.’   Check out the  whole interview with the ‘Un-Ordinary’ Breinberg  and his Extraordinary work with the PS22 Choir
here    

19th July
2009
written by Annie Stone

      The Beatle walked out onto the set that was once the stage for the Ed Sullivan show last week,  45 years after it had all begun. Not the band — of course.  That had begun many years before that, in Liverpool where he and some mates had decided: Hey, Let’s Put on a Show! 
     Sir Paul McCarney had been 22 years old then and he thought He Knew it All.  He told David Letterman he felt so much older at 22 than he does now.  S o when the stage manager asked him that night in 1964 right before he was to go out and sing ’Yesterday,’ whether he was scared, he said ’No.” “You should be,” the stage manager told him. “There’s 73 million people watching.”  McCartney admitted to Letterman: “I was scared.”
        His  face is more lined now — a bit more careworn. He’s been through his share of tragedy and triumphs. He’s had a hit record or two. He’s now known as a Sir.  But underneath, the carefree kid with the killer smile and the Mod haircut is still there.
      That night in 1964 , on black and white televisions, all over the country, in Living Rooms and Dens, the people watched the Beatles on the Sunday night ritual known as The Ed Sullivan Show.  Fathers were incredulous.  Mothers smiled.  Girls screamed. The Dog Barked.
     The Mop Tops Had Come to Town.  And everything Changed.

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28th June
2009
written by Annie Stone

       The Boy Wonder lived his life under the glare of thousands of tabloid cameras and he died that way as well.
        The Media Circus is now fully underway. Mourning and mockery are both on display.  At the end, which came so tragically too soon, his being seemed unrecognizable from the chubby-cheeked boy who burst onto the national scene, outshining the rest of his family and catapulting him to world wide fame. 
       In theatre, sometimes, a performer will wear a mask in order to reveal hidden depths of character. Jackson’s face, in recent years,  seemed almost masklike — a kabuki like surface that both seemed to obliterate the child he had been, but also seemed to be etched in pain.  His final face seemed almost feminine, delicate, the eyes were fawn-like. He had an almost girlish beauty, a kind of innocence.  Maybe he created it to shield the sensitive artist and child who suffered a trauma he was never able to get beyond. Maybe the pain of the Man Behind the Mask overran the Man Behind the Mask. 

      The King of Pop is Dead. The Artist Remains.

21st June
2009
written by Annie Stone
     They’ve performed with Stevie Nicks at Madison Square Garden, recorded back-up for Passion Pit and sung for Nancy Pelosi in Washington. But now, the famed kid’s choir from PS-22, an elementary school in Staten Island, is singing for its life.
     The school’s principal, Melissa Donath, told New York Post that severe budget cuts may force them to cut the program next year. “My goal is to keep the program intact but some things are out of my control,” she said in a story published in the paper on Sunday. “There are budgetary losses and all the schools are feeling it,” she said.
     The choir, made up of 65 fourth and fifth graders, is led by their indefatigable music teacher Gregg Breinberg since 2000. He started it to help the kids find an artistic and emotional outlet at a school where many of the students struggle with financial difficulties.
     Arts programs are always the first to get cut,” Breinberg told the New York Post. “The students need this emotional outlet,” he said.
 
 

 

19th June
2009
written by Annie Stone

   If you’re going to be around this weekend, check out the the Coney Island   Mermaid Parade  and the MakeMusicNY Festival  .  

    And Now, The Lament.

   Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

       Virgin Records on Fourteenth Street,  closed last weekend — another casualty in this city of a landlord’s lust for dollars. It’s demise seems to mark the end of an era where you could go to a record store just to hang out, peruse the shelves, find someone to talk music with — or just to listen.  Yes, there are other places.   
       But the Big Supermarket atmosphere of a Borders or Barnes and Noble  just doesn’t have the ambience, the joie de vivre, the sense of discovery that a great record store could offer.  The other Virgin Records closed earlier this year, and Tower Records is gone as well. 
     These music stores seemed almost like little communities unto themselves — and they are no more.  So, with the City losing another little piece of its soul, this speech  from Shakespeare’s ”The Tempest” comes to mind:

               OUR REVELS NOW ARE ENDED

     Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
     As I foretold you, were all spirits and
     Are melted into air, into thin air:
     And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
     The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
     The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
     Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
     And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
     Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
      As dreams are made on, and our little life
     Is rounded with a sleep.

     William Shakespeare
     From The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1