I guess was never one to specialize. When I was a kid, my dad started me on piano...I later picked up the trumpet in middle school. Electric guitar was forbidden, but I managed to play electric bass in the jazz band. When I was studying trumpet seriously in college, I also studied art history. Then at the end of my undergraduate years, I invested time in theater because it informed my musicianship in profound ways. I took ballet for fun and personal discipline, but also had to try Afro-Cuban and Lindy Hop and salsa sometimes. Then I began thinking that traveling and knowing more of the world would make my theater more rich, so I stubbornly began broadening my language study and set out to be more grounded in my adventures. Now, even if I try to be present where I am, I always feel like I have to keep moving and I am often warned not to spread myself too thin. Add to that, a Buddhist/Catholic, Chinese/Spanish/Filipino/American upbringing and a lifetime tinged with sometimes inescapable grief and failure, but also great rapture and love. I look back at all that mess and seeming aimlessness and think, It finally all makes sense. I am a stage director! I feel at home.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 23:50:00 +0000
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