It’s a beautiful thing to do what you love to do for a living
But when you get to do it with the people you love – and the people you love to do it with – well that’s even better
Thanks to everyone who came out and supported us this weekend.
My mentor, teacher, father figure, director, collaborator, and very very good friend, Teo Castellanos brings his one-man show “NE 2nd Ave.” to Miami once again for its 10th anniversary.
Written and performed by Teo Castellanos and directed by Michael Garces, this evening-length one-man play is a compilation of some characters that make Miami their home. A jitney becomes a metaphor for a journey that takes the audience through the bumpy streets of this city. The work conveys, with poignancy and humor, the profoundly rich and textured mix of Miami, in which distinct Cuban, Haitian, Jamaican, Puerto Rican, Jewish, Gay/Lesbian and African American influences emerge yet, interestingly enough, often in ways that reveal evidence of, often denied, cross-pollination. NE 2nd Avenue brings voice to Miami’s marginalized urban populations, exploring underlying issues of racism and social injustice, acknowledging the differences among us and ultimately discovering the common threads that bind us together.
January 19-21 at the Adrienne Arsht Center for the Performing Arts
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Do yourself a favor and come watch this show, it might be the last time you get to do so. Tomorrow and Saturday night are almost sold out, so hurry.
Join my little brother, friend, Control Freak, and fellow Flipside King, NonMS – also ¡MAYDAY!’s own nuclear instrumentalist, on a journey through the streets of midtown Miami, as he picks up and commands the pulse of the world famous Art Basel event. ENJOY!
And keep a ear out for the new ¡MAYDAY! album coming out this March, “Take Me To Your Leader”. Don’t wanna rub it in or anything, but I have copies of basically all the tracks that are going on the album, and they are FIIIIIYYYAAAAAA!!!!!
regardless of what petty points you can pet-peeve at, we all live here
the bus driver working 12 hour shifts 6 days a week that i gave my 2 dollars to yesterday
the politicians, soldiers, and rebels
witches, drunks, fuck-ups, drop-outs and quitters
smokers, thieves, liars, fathers and whores
mothers who adore and those that will leave their babies at doors
that plastic face lady who walks her dog daily only to show off something, maybe
that’s just my perception
kids in detention, love without mention
the man who treats everything around himself as an extension – he thinks…
“shit, if i’m surrounded by vegetarians, artists, people who dress thrift, push smart whips, read books like “the new earth” and shop at whole foods, trader joes and ikea; then i too am like that – except me, please – i will do anything for you”
we are all lost and found at the exact same time that never ends, the perfect balance shifting constantly to end all trends
walking oxy-morons talking on walkie talkies texting our lovers that we love them while they sit in the next room wondering if they made the right choice above them
sad sons, delightful daughters
students, scientist, priests and rabbi’s
enemies and allies
those who oppose the prose of the on-going knowing, knowing thy lie
realize, eyes are only there to stare and see past the tangible glares, not for seeing
you can only see with feeling
touch the taste of fate with a face full of faith and bathe in its believing
the ones that say it isn’t real unless your bleeding
the ones that give it all and don’t give up to keep succeeding
it’s sucks we’re leaving
but “only believers in death will die” mr. williams said into the heads when reading
are you with me?
it’s all just a bag of halo’s and horns
the painfully scorned
my mother, brother and seed guiding me thoroughly through the mud of life until i reach that seabord
cause lady life is fuckin sad, and moping around like a girl’s broken heart i didn’t break, but put up with because i’ve fallen, like her – an angel, with bat wings
homeless families and makers of guns
miners and finders of oil who sell it by tons
tattooed tongues, tykes in tanks who are way too young
the HIV league and the some with cancer in lungs
painters of the sun, dancers of the moon
encounters of the third kind, injecters of the womb
i hear you in the music, and use it when i lose it
this is not an opinion, or a plead
but simply a toast, to “the we”
may life, god, jesus, the universe, spirits, aliens, angels, cosmos, planets, demons, electricity, a collective consciousness, buddha, jehovah, santeria, oshun, yemaya, ganesh, osho, the dali llama, thich nhat hanh, conspiracies, ghost, crosses, demi-gods, saints, music, teaching, dancing, painting, instruments, light, darkness, the all, the nothing, or whatever the hell it is you do or dont believe in, guide you there while taking care of you. don’t worry, it’s all just one big forrest with many paths; and if you get lost, trees will be cut down, mountains will be moved, and skies will light up.
happy new years.
If you weren’t there last night, you have tonight and tomorrow night, both shows are at 8pm (and only $15) at The Lightbox Studio Theater at the Goldman Warehouse.
ALMOST SOLD OUT, FAT BOY PREMIERS THURSDAY JUNE 2ND AT THE LIGHTBOX AT THE GOLDMAN WAREHOUSE. THE SHOW RUNS THROUGH SATURDAY THE 4TH OF JUNE, SO GET TICKETS NOW! ONLY A FEW LEFT!….B-BOYIN’, POPPIN’, DUB MUSIC, BALINESE AESTHETIC, STYLIZED TEXT, ASIAN RICE RITUALS, TEO CASTELLANOS, FLIPSIDE KINGS, AAAAAND DJ LE SPAM!! — YOU CAN’T GO WRONG!!!! READ UP ON THE PIECE AND CHECK SOME PICS HERE…
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