tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172433102010-02-08T17:22:36.779-06:00Therapeutic thoughts and theses from a Weaver of Dreamsjeff obafemi carrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805736646037335321noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17243310.post-79434447396923184852010-02-08T17:22:00.000-06:002010-02-08T17:22:36.856-06:00

Amun Ra Theatre 2010 Season Passyeah, i went ahead and did it, folks. and i'll tell you why. because ART should be accessible, affordable, AND excellent.and i'm also doing it to disprove the myth that my people(s) don't buy tickets in advance for anything. :-)i've been blessed to be a part of an amazing movement in Nashville, TN. a movement that has been going on now in its present manifestation

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1 Year and 3 Months15 Months60 Weeks449 Days10,776 hoursThis equation equals the patience quotient of every major Religion in the world. this is how long i've patiently held back telling a fascinating--and sad--story of use, abuse, and refuse that involves a small community agency in Nashville, and the people that have preyed upon them, in the name of The Lord.Before i share this story, i have to

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i was honored to be able to sit down several days ago with the legendary historian Dr. James Haney, who hosts one of the longest running local television shows in Nashville. if anyone wants to hear and know the real story, check it out. it will air locally in a few days, but i've also posted the entire interview here below, in 4 parts. it's pretty straight ahead. gonna jump on some busy work. i

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i find myself in a reflective mood as i sit in the corner of a Starbuck's that used to be a second home. so much much happened in this very corner. i recall tweaking many shows and planning many seasons; sketching out ideas on napkins, from big ideas to dialogue and melodies and lyrics for songs and salutations; yes, even completing the painful, yet necessary Weaver Of Dreams. that one left me in

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so i figured, with all the regular blogging, i'd have to figure out how to eventually go to the thumbs and share thoughts. so here i am, sitting inside the Starbuck's in Metrocenter in Nashville, TN, giving thanks for seeing another Monday, while i wait on the wife to come and chill for a few. we're getting prepped for a production of Black Nativity that will blow the roof off Nashville. i may

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At approximately 5:45 p.m. Central Standard Time on Monday, September 28, just over 7 days from the time i climbed a ladder up to the rooftop of the Amun Ra Theatre's Playhouse to live until we raised enough money to expand our community outreach programming, particularly our Youth Performing Arts Academy, i walked down a ladder live on National Radio, on the Michael Baisden Show.and history

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i arose with the sun this morning, feeling a sense of enlightenment within, and entitlement without of the power to shape and mold intangible dreams into a tangible reality. we are all creators, collectively, endowed with the ability to look into each others' eyes, find purpose, agree, then get up off our behinds and put in the work.people are putting in work today.i have to thank Margie for

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have you heard of a citywhere the streets are paved with gold?have you heard of a citywhere the streets are paved with gold?have you heard of a citywhere the streets are paved with gold?there are 12 gates to the cityhallelujah.-Traditionalmany pathways, many entrances, many various ways to reach the fortune. by the fortune, i mean not the pot of figurative gold that awaits us when we reach the

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what a day this has beenwhat a rare mood i'm inwhy, it's almost like being in lovethere's a smile on my facefor the whole human racewhy, it's almost like being in loveall the music of life seems to belike a bell that is ringing for meand from the way that i feeland when that bell starts to peeli could swear i was fallingswear i was fallingwell, it's almost like being in love-lerner/loewe (the Nat

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last night was a bit of a booger. and who wants even a bit of a booger, because it takes every bit as much effort to eradicate as a full-blown one. you still have to dig deep, contain and eliminate it, and even after it's gone, you can't shake the feeling that it's still with you, especially when you encounter someone else.so yeah, last night was indeed, just like that. there wasn't a monsoon by

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i woke up e-a-a-a-a-r-l-y this morning. got a decent night's sleep, considering it's the first time i ever slept on top of a roof. i had a roll up padded camping mattress my wife brought over to the theater. she was about to try to toss that booger up here, but thankfully i stopped her and deferred that task to one of our teens, Trenay, who was also outside hanging last night with a group of

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If you haven't heard already, i'm headed up to the roof of the theater i--along with many other volunteers and contributors--helped build last year. It is the first African-American theater facility in Nashville in over 100 years. More significantly, we run a Youth Performing ARTs Academy for young people ranging from 9-13, and a Teen Ensemble that takes them to adulthood. In order to keep those

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ever heard this one: "i'm praying for you that God will_______________(fill in the blank)."it's rampant within what i call the Outwardly Demonstrative Body of Christ. i've encountered countless people who, although they have no idea of my favorite color, what my Mama's name is, or where(and when) i choose to attend the equivalent of "church service," let me know--without me asking, exactly and

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I had said I wasn't going to write no more poems like thisBut the battlefield has oozed away from the stilted debates of semanticsbeyond the questionable flexibility of primal screamingThe reality of our city, jungle streets and their kastaposHas become an attack on home, life, family and philosophy, totalIt is beyond the question of the advantages of didactic niggerismThe mother fucking dogs are

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it happened again last night.the other night, i was tired, really tired, driving home after stopping off at the store on the way home and i got followed by a cop. all the way from west end through charlotte and all the way to within a block of the theater where i work.i was pissed.so last night, when i was leaving our kid's program and another at Fisk, i saw 3 cop cars that had pulled over some

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Death.Dying.End.Passing.Quietus.the last several weeks have left any and all of we who call ourselves scribes falling over our thoughts to compose fitting epitaphs for giants among us. oh, how we have suffered losses of late. from broken hearts to strange twists of fate. all along, our songs of lamentation have arisen throughout the nation, from the hills of Tennessee to those of Cali. Shall we

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good morning, internet family,i have been blessed to know a lot of good people. as of late, i've been doubly blessed to work with many of them in the cozy confines of The Amun Ra Theatre, in Nashville, Tennessee. i guess you could call it my baby. the baby's getting bigger though, day by day.many of you have asked me what i've been up to. the short answer is: building the dream. we're in the

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People (and Actors) Get Ready...see you soonSo it's finally here: the official casting call for my first Independent Feature film. leave it to me to take on something controversial, right? (if you don't know, read the bio page, LOL). i can promise you one thing--we're all in for a wild ride.i won't be talking much about this particular film until i have most of it "in the can" as we filmmakers

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confession time: i got going on 20 kids, by 20 different women. all different shapes and sizes. boys and girls. ranging in age from 9 to 13. every one of them is creative in their own way. and i'm proud of them all.they are the children of my Summer ARTs Program.the expectation is that black men don't take care of their kids; i write, however, about how not only do we take care of our own

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...and by Lucas Johnson II, and all the other people out in the world who have been working to tell stories, touch lives, and grow spiritually, because that's what it's all about.as for me these days? what do i have to complain about? the story on the Miracle on Clifton Ave a.k.a. the Amun Ra Theatre Playhouse is burning up the wire, and voices from all over are chiming in their congratulations.

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man, it has been some kind of year. i'm supposed to--like many people--look back upon things and reflect. i can do that. yes, i can. but if it means looking back on my blog and seeing what the heck was happening at this time last year, fat chance. at least not at this moment, because, well, because i want to write a little and not read. i'm sure, as it usually is the case, that i'll find out

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i'm not a celebrator of Thanksgiving, but i have a lot to be thankful for.for the early part of this day, i pause to recognize the natives of this country who lost their lives and culture because of a sense of Manifest Destiny.for the rest of the day, i give thanks, like most Black Folks i know, because the country we live in now gives us a day off to do just that.so don't get it twisted: from

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in just a few minutes, i'm going to raise up out of this coffee shop, and head over to another coffee shop down the block from my house. wouldn't you know that same coffee shop is 50 feet from where the next president of the USA will be debating the eventual loser in just a few hours.i'm going to post up and check it all out.now let me "Make It Plain" (shout out to Sirius Radio's Mark Thompson--

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"We give honor to The Creator, who created us all from speaking things into existence at the beginning of what we know as time. We next give honor to The Ancestors, upon whose mighty shoulders we stand..."we've all heard a variation of that opening. before speeches. sermons. community events. prayers. it's indeed African. it's indeed proper. it's indeed totally true. but what kind of pressure

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let me get the following things straight, so everybody knows. this is where i am at this point in my life, and i reserve the right to evolve, unlike most of the freakin' fanatics on both sides of the political spectrum.* i was raised by both a strong mother and father. my mother is a Queen Mother, who never took any crap off anyone, yet maintains a demeanor that is peaceful and loving. i am a fan

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