Vote or die Ha Ha

Hosted By:
Renee Fiallos

When:
Wednesday January 07, 2009

Where:
Tobacco Road
626 S.Miami Ave
Miami
33130

Description:
Tobacco Road

626 S. Miami Ave

305.374.119810 p.m.-2 a.m.

Straight Ahead Jazz Jam

Fernando Ulibarri-guitar

Jim Kessler-acoustic bass

Shay Eischen-drums

Renee Fiallos-vocals/flutes

All serious musicians and singers welcome

Click Here To View Event

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axasxWf8YHE

I laughed so hard I cried, what else can you do?

Because death isn't just the escape of the soul, the cessation of function. It's also in the things that are impossible to change. It's the lessons of humility that life serves up slipping and swerving all over the place. The shady border town of what was, should have been and is. There are so many types of deaths,the death of a relationship , a perception, a way of living your life. We come equipped with extra lives just to get through this one now. For me this year was a deeply complicated one. I've gained and lost so much that I'm still hibernating and a bit dazed .

But I can still laugh, I'm healthy and I think I've finally learned some humility. I have become fearless after being shocked at the realization of our fragility. Throw us , we break, we bleed and can be harmed in irreparable ways through no fault of our own. I shook for several months after this realization, but then I decided to change my attitude. I could be fearful  or I could paint my bedroom blue.I went for the blue and let the people I  always loved and admired  know that I loved and admired them. The trick so far, is keeping that sense of ataraxia,shambhala, peace going . Old habits are hard to break, this is about as personal as I will ever get in this arena. I've pretty much let the poets and philosophers express for me.  And so;

Macbeth

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Saturday November 15, 2008

1:00p.m. International Stage

Renee Fiallos-vocals/flutes

Maurico Quiros-keys

Fernando Ullibarri had to travel unexpectedly this week so it is my pleasure to be working with Maurico Quiros

We will be performing tunes from the Great American Songbook and other straight ahead jazz standards.

For me this gig is heaven surrounded by books and singing doesn't get much better then that. Hope to see my fellow bibliophiles there lusting after the printed page and digging the music

..

If My Complaints

If my complaints could passions move,
Or make Love see wherein I suffer wrong:
My passions were enough to prove,
That my despairs had govern'd me too long.
O Love, I live and die in thee,
Thy grief in my deep sighs still speaks:
Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me,
My heart for thy unkindness breaks:
Yet thou dost hope when I despair,
And when I hope, thou mak'st me hope in vain.
Thou say'st thou canst my harms repair,
Yet for redress, thou let'st me still complain.

Can Love be rich, and yet I want?
Is Love my judge, and yet I am condemn'd?
Thou plenty hast, yet me dost scant:
Thou made a God, and yet thy power contemn'd.
That I do live, it is thy power:
That I desire it is thy worth:
If Love doth make men's lives too sour,
Let me not love, nor live henceforth.
Die shall my hopes, but not my faith,
That you that of my fall may hearers be
May here despair, which truly saith,
I was more true to Love than Love to me.

John Dowland

        it is at moments after i have dreamed
        of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
        when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed

        with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
        at moments when the glassy darkness holds

        the genuine apparition of your smile
        (it was through tears always)and silence moulds
        such strangeness as was mine a little while;

        moments when my once more illustrious arms
        are filled with fascination, when my breast
        wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

        one pierced moment whiter than the rest

        -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
        i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

October 30, at 10:30 a.m. & 1:00 p.m.

The African American Research and Cultural Center

2650 Sistrunk Boulevard

Fort Lauderdale Florida 33311

Professional, world-renown vocalists Jus' Cynthia, Sandra Kaye and Diva Joan Cartwright work with a jazz quintet to rehearse their road show, WOMEN IN JAZZ ON TOUR. Students from Broward Schools are invited to fill the 300-seat auditorium at AARLCC, during two, one-hour rehearsal/workshops, where the 7-member ensemble will run through dialogue and music exploring the lives of 11 women who brought jazz and blues music to the forefront of American popular culture and around the world. The women they portray include Bessie Smith, Marylou Williams, Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday

I am in the band on this one.