a whisper To A ROAR

One of my summer jobs is marketing this independent film “A Whisper To A Roar” and it’s actually a really interesting. We’re working on getting it shown in local theaters, but that information is still pending. If you’re interested in politics, democracy, or the worldly things, please check it out and share it with your friends. Watching this film really made me realize that I take our freedoms and privileges for granted. Even if you’re not into the news, this documentary really resonates on an emotional, human level.

http://www.facebook.com/AWhisperToARoar

Thanks in advance for checking it out and LIKEing the page!
-Kat

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Water


Choreography: Ahana
Dancers: Ahana + Kat
Film + editing: Kat
Music: Kat + company

Water.
.
..
……
drops
falls
a rhythm with reason
a song through the seasons
fluid silk
and
solid rapids
We are water, we are human–
not of dusty camels and prickly cactus
When the tap runs dry
we cry out
for water
soothing
soothing
sacred

water.

My new favorite app

Hey guys,

I just got myself an iPad and downloaded this app, recommended by my cool Mom-librarian, and it’s pretty amazing. If you like old movies or flashbacks to another time period, you can hop in the “Video Time Machine” app and take a trip through time. The first movie they have archived is from 1878 and the “First sound ever recorded” is from 1860. I’ll probably have my iPad with me the rest of the week if you want to check it out. Just a fun, inspirational tool I thought I’d share!
http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/video-time-machine/id438078438?mt=8
Toodles,
Kat

Life after death

Life after death
time marches on
Don’t blink or you’ll miss it
and then your skin is gone
 
Shrunken pores
dissipate into wood-stained bone
the face you once new
is now marked by two cones
 
As one dune
empties into another
petals drop and grind the brakes
’till the air is filled with burning rubber
 
~Kat 6.18.2012
 
based on the picture we wrote about in class on June 18th…flower, skull, and hourglass.

Be careful of what words you misuse to deface someone’s reputation…it might have the unintended consequence of taking on a different, even laudatory meaning!

“Summer In The City” by Regina Spektor ft. Bus/Subway/Grant-Sutter-Sax Dude

My summer in the city
a symphony in my head
cars and trains surround me
the sound is deadening, like lead

But from the muck of sidewalks and grime
a sweet somber tune drifts my way
so I stand on Sutter and Grant
while the man with the sax plugs away.
-Kat

This is my remix of sounds of my summer in the city and mix it with Regina Spektor’s “Summer In The City.”
Here’s a breakdown of tracks that went into this remix:

  • Regina Spektor’s “Summer In The City” song, but warped and subtly digitally altered. Here’s a link to the original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMq8qc9NxfQ
  • Bus (throughout, but also at the very end)
  • Bar noise (ambiance throughout)
  • Man playing sax at Grant & Sutter (first part of the song)
  • My voice singing along and with harmony

 

Picture this: When I was picturing this idea in my mind, I saw myself sitting at a bar, drinking, and singing along to this song on the radio. But the time slips by you when you’re sipping, and the words keep repeat-eat-eating, and you lose track of time. And I find myself below ground, and then immersed in bus sounds. And then I realize where I am–in a grand hall with Regina herself. And I’m no longer smothered by the sounds of the city. On stage. But then the song ends, and I’m back to reality. Still got another 20 blocks before I’m at my housesitting gig, a home away from home.

Here’s the remix with Regina’s lyrics…Enjoy!

****“Summer In The City” ft. Bus/Subway/Grant-Sutter-Sax Dude ****

Summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I’ve been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment
Telling strangers personal things

Summer in the city, I’m so lonely lonely lonely
So I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers
And I did feel like coming but I also felt like crying
It doesn’t seem so worth it right now

And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking
They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise
At the site of a beautiful woman they feel nothing but
Anger, her skin makes them sick in the night nauseaous, nauseaous, nauseaous

Summer in the city, I’m so lonely lonely lonely
I’ve been hallucinating you, babe, at the backs of other women
And I tap on their shoulder and they turn around smiling
But there’s no recognition in their eyes

Oh summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
And don’t get me wrong, dear, in general I’m doing quite fine
It’s just when it’s summer in the city, and you’re so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes

When it’s summer in the city
And you’re so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes