Choreography is mentally draining, but there's a pleasure in getting into the studio with the dancers and the music.
quote by Alvin Ailey
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To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Then came the choreography... the impact of music and choreography tends to really emphasize an overall feeling of what you really want out of the program.
quote by Peggy Fleming
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Idol has pretty much taken me out of my recording and out of my choreography. I have managed to slip in some choreography jobs. And I've been writing songs for other artists.
quote by Paula Abdul
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Teenage Pleasure Dramatic Life Choreography
pleasure dramatic
life choreography
phone photography
in youth age flash
acceptability
popularity
notoriety
accountability
please think
better crack
fashion drink
slow de brain
before teenager
hormone hot wires
too many thoughts
makes guru sin
says something
quotable profound
peers overheard
listen to the music
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The studio is not the place to write. You need to be 75% ready when you go into the studio, and then the music can develop to the next stage.
quote by Rick Wakeman
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Without my husband's costumes I wouldn't have known how to accomplish what I saw in my own mind's eyes for choreography. And then seeing our choreography and knowing the background of it I am sure helped my husband a great deal with what he designed for us.
quote by Katherine Dunham
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Can't Do This
So exhausted.
Mentally weary,
Physically weak.
Life is draining.
School,
Friends,
Boys,
Chores,
Family,
Homework.
Where is there time for me?
I can’t take care of everyone else
When I’m falling myself.
poem by Karlee Rachelle
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Studio Musician
I am a studio musician
We've never met
But you know me well
I am the English horn
Who plays the poignant counter-nine
Upon the song you heard
While making love in some hotel
I am a part of you
I've never tried for fame
You'll never know my name
I am the strings that enter softly
Or three guitars that glitter gold
I am the thousand trumpet lines
That were an afterthought
Intended eyes,
the way to get a dying record sold
I never ride the road
I never play around
I played what they set down
I'm a working musician
living from week to week
I'm the voice through each empty men
tried to speak
A studio musician
Blowin' the chance I see
And when the woodwind coushin rises
I start to dream
With the low brass bed
But I awake the horns
The drummer calls to me
We're up the letter D
I'm a man of the moment
pop is my stock n' trade
Singles, jingles and demos
conventently made
A studio musician
Whose music will die unplayed
A studio musician
Whose music could have died unplayed
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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I had certain physical limitations that made me change the choreography for myself or made me more interested in choreography only rather than dancing. I have never been a person who wanted to just dance. I have always been interested in developing for other people.
quote by Katherine Dunham
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I always thought martial arts was the most modern choreography we could have right now, and I always wanted to put it to music.
So for my studio purposes, I know that I'm in my studio with technicians who've done amazing things to my board and to my power amps and I know what I can deliver out of my studio.
quote by Billy Sherwood
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Johnny was great in the studio; he was there to make the music that he wanted to make. We lived right beside each other and had a rehearsal studio that was just ours, with nobody else using it, it was part of Johnny's house, so we could rehearse every day.
quote by Rick Derringer
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The Phantom Ball
You remember the hall on the corner?
To-night as I walked down street
I heard the sound of music,
And the rhythmic beat and beat,
In time to the pulsing measure
Of lightly tripping feet.
And I turned and entered the doorway-
It was years since I had been there-
Years, and life seemed altered:
Pleasure had changed to care.
But again I was hearing the music
And watching the dancers fair.
And then, as I stood and listened,
The music lost its glee;
And instead of the merry waltzers
There were ghosts of the Used-to-be-
Ghosts of the pleasure-seekers
Who once had danced with me.
Oh, 'twas a ghastly picture!
Oh, 'twas a gruesome crowd!
Each bearing a skull on his shoulder,
Each trailing a long white shroud,
As they whirled in the dance together,
And the music shrieked aloud.
As they danced, their dry bones rattled
Like shutters in a blast;
And they stared from eyeless sockets
On me as they circled past;
And the music that kept them whirling
Was a funeral dirge played fast.
Some of them wore their face-cloths,
Others were rotted away.
Some had mould on their garments,
And some seemed dead but a day.
Corpses all, but I knew them
As friends, once blithe and gay.
Beauty and strength and manhood-
And this was the end of it all:
Nothing but phantoms whirling
In a ghastly skeleton ball.
But the music ceased-and they vanished,
And I came away from the hall.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Doing is enjoyment
You have watched many shows,
Spending time and money.
You have listened to many concerts
Losing time and money.
You have accomplished many acts
Draining time and energy.
Likewise you have brought up your kids
Pouring time and blood.
What gain have you got from them all?
All may appear to you as mockery.
You did them for the pleasure that
Accrued in doing such deeds.
That pleasure is your gain. It’s not in
vain.
16.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dance To The Music
Dance to the music
Dance to the music
All we need is a drummer for people who only need a beat. yeah
Im gonna add a little guitar and make it easy to move your feet
Im gonna add some bottom so that the dancers will twist all night
You might like to hear my organ I said my kind of bag now.
If I could hear the horns blow sitting here on the ground listen to me
Dance to the music
Dance to the music
Written by sly and the family stone (c) 1968 daly city music co. reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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I record all of my music with authentic instruments in a studio before we start editing, doing many, many versions. The music shapes the film as we edit so it has an organic relationship to the content.
I'm very lucky to work in so many different arenas of the entertainment industry and I do enjoy them all, but making music - original music - in the studio or live onstage is definitely my favorite thing to do.
Not As Easy As I Make It Look
If I have stated,
Without wavering from it!
That I...
With a consciousness given.
And with a mind I approve,
Am...
Me.
With a doing of me and no one else.
To the best of my ability.
Then why is it,
Those with their own insecurities...
Feel it is 'their' duty,
To convince me with their indignities...
That they are the ones,
I should try to understand! ?
With an attention given done.
Why?
I've got enough on my plate,
Creating my own innovative conversations.
And...
Answering some of those questions I ask myself,
Is not as easy as I make it look.
They have no idea,
Of the challenges and expectations,
I have set for myself to accept.
And the time I have given to this...
Can be mentally draining.
And physically exhausting.
Especially when I have those days,
I am fighting myself just to shut up and be quiet.
Not too many know how difficult a task that is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The candle and the fly- relation
A woman in love is a candle with flame.
Like the candle, she burns out by pining.
A man in love is like a fly in flight.
Like the fly, he dies by the fire of love.
The woman and the candle end as ash.
The man and the fly end as the charred.
They all had had their quotas of pleasure
In their actions of draining and plunging..
We, the impotent need not mock at them.
Deprived of union by men’s sanction,
The lovers derived more sexual pleasure
Than did any happily married couple
27.10.2008 repeat
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Those who hear not the music. . . think the dancers mad.