Google Vocal Graphics.

In 3rd Year at UCT studying Theatre & Performance we each had to do a task called "Vocal Graphics" - a task that required us to create a clip from an action serial including an ad break and some form of music using only our voices. This was mine. Thought I'd have some fun with it and put it to some google images.


Enjoy.

All Shall be Equal Before the Law.

Some friends and I have come together to form a little group called the yellowapron and this is our first video. We're basically trying to just kickstart forward while we're still studying, working with fusing all the arts (drama, dance, music, multi-media and art) and making non-arts people watch and enjoy what we're doing. Piece of cake.

Have a look:

Black Swan.

I have been hesitant to write this post. Not so much hesitant as I've been overwhelmed at the idea. But I feel inspired to write and I feel inspired by her and I feel strongly about this film. So, I'm going to do it. For all that feeling in me.

I'll start with the ending. As the credits ominously, slowly flashed their way on and off the bright white screen with the music all gone but for the cruel clapping applause from what felt like the audience I was sitting in, I felt the most overwhelming sense of defeat.... submergence... speechlessness... that has ever flooded my soul. And it was purely induced by the brilliance of the art that is my passion. Film.

I can't possibly do her justice - Natalie Portman - or even him - Vincent Cassel - or the director  - Darren Aronoffsky (who I suspected had directed 'Requiem for a Dream' and later found out had, indeed, done so). I was even mighty impressed by and even relieved at the transformation and hatching that came from  Mila Kunis (who also played the kid in Gia). When asked about the notorious film, Black Swan, I will always try to describe my utmost respect for and disbelief at the performance that Natalie Portman gives. Having rigorously trained for up to a year to be a convincing prima ballerina and having managed to keep up being a phenomenal, well-tuned,  "perfect" (there's a wonderful play on different conceptions of perfection in art in the film) actress, she pulls off a role that I think could easily have been played boring, rigid, anal and, as the plot unfolds, over-sexual. But not for Natalie. No. Natalie became something I've never seen before. In any actor. Sorry, Angelina.

So far, the only negativity I've heard with regards to this masterpiece of a film has been from ballerinas and their teachers, claiming that it "mis-portrays the world of Ballet and ballet companies", it is "clearly" made by someone who "hasn't researched the life of ballerinas enough", and that it is a gross "stereotype" based on the drugs, sex, and psychology of "American dance companies".

Well, firstly, it is a story set in America, it is a story about a ballerina who experiences situations of drugs, sex and psychopathic, lunatic craziness, AND our ballerina is a member of a dance company. Boom.

Secondly, I doubt the aforementioned critic-ballerinas have researched into the world of film-making, story-telling and interpretation for film. Perhaps the director's intention was to comment on the 'stereotype' of American dance companies and that the negative lumpy bits therein are the exact parts he had hoped to highlight (perhaps even directly aimed at these critic-ballerinas). I don't know Darren and I don't know ballet. But I do believe that this film is something horrific and terrific and fantastic and just plain brilliant and that it deserves the credit that I feel it has earned itself.

Hey, that's just me. NOT. I've seen a good 20 facebook status's about this film - all positive. And I haven't even reached the thousand-friends mark yet.

Over-and-out.

Civil Twilight.

Local band. International music. That's cool.

Imogen Heap.

A graphic depiction of 05.02.11...

Apple thieves waiting to be crushed by a plutocrat in a Hummer and then watch IMOGEN HEAP!

Paul Cluver Amphitheater. What a set.

Look who we spotted in the crowd...!

...and look who we spotted on stage...!?

Arb Single Guy

Finally, we're introduced to Imogen fucking Heap. Wow.

And then something not-so-wow.

And then a suspenseful wait before Heap's set starts, for real, sans Emma.

She comes on stage and explains which buttons mean what,
and which instruments were given to her by 'mum'.

She plays and she plays and she plays and we just watch. And watch. And watch.

"WE LOVE IMOGEN" - our sign (thanks, Catherine!) goes up on the branch of donations.

The mission for the front seats was so worth it.

Someone's boyfriend really wanted some sex.

And then Imogen dared us to sing her song.

More music. More awe.

"If I could do this part every morning, my life would be pretty sweet. Well, actually it's already pretty sweet,
but it would be even more amazing if I could do this every morning."

Curtain call with the awesome drummer and cellist couple.

And, last but not least, Hide and Seek.

What an evening...

Sophie's Hip Hop.

Today Sophie lost all inhibitions in front of my eyes and my webcam and here is the result: