PORTFOLIO & REPERTOIR

Dear Friends, I would be nothing to you if I did not take what I have learned from my time here on earth and share it.  Especially with those I love: My Friends. The last 5 years have left me particularly silent about the subject of my Dad's passing...At least publicly.  I can assure you there was no silence in my heart or in my writings, as I have filled more pages than anyone will ever know.   My Fathers Eyes - A Special Dedication Recently I have been thinking of my closest friends (many of whom are in their late twenties and early thirties). As time dawns on us all, I realize that the most loving gift I can give to them is to talk of the very thing that has robbed me of so much of joy: Losing my Father.  But even m ore important: The dire necessity for someone to spend time with their own father. If I could not muster this courage, I would be no friend of yours.  I would be nothing to you.  This is a realm I know all too we...

THIS IS FROM A SONG I WROTE CALLED: "CAN'T DO NOTHIN..." RARELY IS ANY ONE FREE OF FAULT WHEN IT COMES TO A RELATIONSHIP AND LOVE.  POET ALI - QUOTE OF THE DAY

I am in utter disbelief at what transpired this past weekend.  Whose work is this? What divine force weaves such encrypted patterns forcing us to accept the most horrific and devastating of circumstances, frozen inside the same teardrop that holds the most jovial and hopeful emotions. I went to Austin, Texas to a place ironically titled, "The Crossings", to celebrate the wedding of a very close family friend.  Not only was the trip to celebrate the new love in his life, but it was symbolically, a converging, a crossing of his past, present, and their future.  A retreat, where the oldest of friends re-encountered eachother - as men.  Where his family celebrated the triumph of their eldest son.  A place where California met with New York, met with Texas.  Where hip hop, met country, met love songs. It was in fact, a crossing... more so than any of us would have ever wished.  In that day and a half, we laughed, sang, danced, and cried.  We were f...

Was last nights show at the Roxy Theatre on Sunset Blvd, in Hollywood exceptionally particular from any of the other hundreds of shows we've had or venues we've rocked? Aside from the first time that I saw the words, " Apoetnomadali " on a large marquee, not particularly. Sadly enough, not only were my intentions to do something provocative, different, and captivating for the audience who came to see Apoetnomadali , the same, but my expectations of the professionalism and integrity of the venue and its staff (from booking,to sound, to lighting) also remained idealistic. Big Mistake, once again. Lets begin by the number of things that were covered in the days leading up to the show: Will you have 2 Cordless Mics for us? "Yes" (truth: No!) Will the stage be big enough for our dancers? "Yes" (truth: No!) Will we be able to sound check? And what time? "Yes...7:30" (truth: No!) Will the lighting guy pay attention to our lighting script? "...