mckenzie camp, percussionist
Happy March to you all! Wanted to let you know about some upcoming shows, would love if you could make it out~
I have two more La Boheme shows with Island City Opera- this Friday March 11th at 7:30pm and Sunday at 2pm at Elks Lodge Ballroom in Alameda.
Next Friday, March 18th, Wild Rumpus is performing a *FREE* concert at Presidio Sessions from 6-7:30pm. I am playing on three AWESOME pieces- Chiaroscuro by Eun Young Lee for voice/violin/percussion, a brand new work written for us by our very own Jen Wang called Balaenoptera for voice/vibraphone/bass, and Weston Olencki's arrangement of Lightning Bolt's Dracula Mountain (super cool!). More details on the pieces below.
More Wild Rumpus recording! Last weekend, we recorded some more pieces for the album In Time at Fantasy Studios.
I'll be recording a piece with Young Women's Chorus at Skywalker Sound in June. May the force be with us :P
Also excited to start working on Daniel Wohl's new piece Kin for solo percussion and electronics that I was a part of commissioning, hope to perform it sometime later this year!
Eun Young Lee's piece is based on Robert Frost's poem Now Close the Window
NOW close the windows and hush all the fields;
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.
It will be long ere the marshes resume,
It will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.
Jen Wang's Balaenoptera text by Joshua Bennett:
When we are old
Hair the color of tombstones.
That sound like wet windshield wipers whenever we slow dance through the living room.
That I will look you in the eye and say
Did you know? that a blue whale has a heart the size of a car?
When you reply correctly as you always seem to do when I ask you difficult questions about
I’ll just laugh, rejoicing over the fact that every time you smile it makes the wrinkles at the
corner of your eyes look like six willow branches all lifting their heads from prayer in unison
Wind, humming a somber hymn beneath its breath...
When I was Twenty-two years old
An ocean away with the kind of pain that drives [us] to do selfish, barely forgivable things.
I dreamt of you nightly, hunted for your smile
Hoping that I could steal a glance,
Download it onto my retinas and replay the moment our eyes first played freeze tag.
And neither one of us wanted to stop being 'it'.
So we just kept on touching, hoping time would give us a hall pass, and allow us to orbit one
And speaking of orbits, did you know? That there are more stars in the sky, than grains of sand
on the entire planet.
And That I would give you either one if you merely asked,
Peel the night from the sky's skin like the rind of an orange,
Or ask God, If I could borrow the breeze for just a moment, and blow the shoreline of every
beach into a giant hourglass made just for us, and say THIS, is how long I will adore the things
about you that no one else even notices.
And maybe, if you asked me to, I would crawl through the veins of a blue whale on my hands
and knees, photograph that Volkswagen sized heart of hers, and place the picture on your pillow
before you went to sleep.
When you ask me about, I'll probably just laugh, and say,
“The biggest heartbeat God ever made and now it's all yours.”