Michfest… A final hurrah

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Words like community, connection, amazon warrior, are the buzz words for my sapphic sisters, they insight a feeling that mirror balls, poppers and whistles evoked in the Disco set of the late 70’s and that the 2nd amendment, 8 pointers, AR 15’s evoke in a die hard NRA supporter. In fact these buzz words have led thousands of lesbians to load up their camping gear and solar showers and go on a pilgrimage for a week in August to the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival. An annual institution celebrating my nymph like lesbian sisters in the woods celebrating their womynly self. Musical stages, mosh pits, workshops, fun & learning for Womyn of all ages, abilities and ethnicities. Freedom to be bare little or a lot or not at all but certainly freedom to be yourself… or maybe be whoever you want to be as long as that person carries a couple of X chromosomes.

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Upon hearing the news that The Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival is shuddering its trees I was having a maybe cynical conversation with some friends about how my friend Matt, using me as a front “myn” could take over the legendary camping extravaganza and maybe move it to NYC. Manhattan Womyn’s Music Festival sponsored by Bra Tenders and Cover Girl for today’s lesbian. Special booths set up by Lulu Lemon so when you go to your “Queer Yoga, Sacred Bodies, Sacred Land” Intensive you feel properly clad, Bliss offering back to nature spa treatments, Henkel sponsoring “Amazon Knife and Tomahawk” incentives, #MyStringBling, offering a new way to adorn you tampon string. Performances by Patti LuPone, who might appreciate and audience of naked womyn with no place to smuggle in noisy candy wrappers, Rock-n-Roll as performed by all the back up singers from your favorite male rock singers, Ellen DeGeneres and Rosie O’Donnell could teach intensives on “landing a hot model girlfriend” (someone else could do the part about keeping them) and “Crafting” with Martha Stewart and “Entrepreneurship and beyond” taught by Oprah Winfrey (with the knowledge that Martha & Oprah would have to honorary lesbian since they are not…) The blasphemy of stereotypical Sisterhood went on and on.

So then I went into researching the MWMF, aka Michfest for this blog and I was humbled by the event and its simplicity of choice. Go to Michfest and be safe to express, explore and enjoy being a female born individual.  Someone else has fought the fight and broke down the barriers, been the bad guy keeping the Y chromosome far away so you can go and be among them. They have taken criticism in an ever-changing world to keep life simple and free and promote endless amounts of amazing female musicians. So instead of sending up this event, I would like to celebrate it. Not for everyone, true that, I myself have  way too many issues with camping to ever truly enjoy these back to the earth celebrations. I would like to celebrate an event that has stood the test of time and lets die hard dykes join hands with the children of my two moms and everyone feels safe and happy. I marvel at the “Sheros” that protect this institution of being queer and proud in a time when we are forced to assimilate in our work place filled with designer bags and bikini waxing. These are womyn and girls that are celebrating community just how they want to. I for one will not see you at Michfest, but I will dream about that week in August when so many women will converge on that land in Michigan for the very last time.

Have a great trip you Warriors! May the moon in your house be blessed by your Goddess of choice.

Vibrating Motown Style (a midwestern girl’s revelation)

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There are times in my life where I learn that I am far more sensitive to unidentifiable sources than my mid-western roots should perhaps allow. Take vibrations for instance. What in the heck is a vibration? I never grew up in a world where I acknowledged that people or experiences can make a room vibrate so differently.

In the last two years, I have been on a crash course of vibrations and recently I had an overwhelming wash of vibrations handed to me within one hour on a silver platter. I gained the career-changing opportunity in the fall of 2012 to join the “Motown Family” as a Stage Manager on the Broadway Show, not surprisingly called MOTOWN, THE MUSICAL. This cast and its creative team operate from the gut, each person’s talents off the charts and they know it, not in an arrogant way but in a God-given chosen child sort of way. My opportunity recently extended to be the Production Supervisor for the National tour of MOTOWN. We started rehearsal for the tour in Chicago in the usual way; music, choreography, and sneaking in scene work whenever possible. One productive day ran into the next, the room vibrating with the excitement of new energy. The pulsation of the room kept climbing as each creative added to the mix; the music turned into staging and the staging turned into acting and acting into storytelling. The story this wildly talented bunch of performers were assigned to tell was Mr. Berry Gordy Jr.’s story. What happened at Hitsville as told by the founding force of Motown with the help of loads of amazing hit songs. The show is a ride through history, a passionate plea for all who come to see it to join in a celebration of many of the most elegant and talented stars of the music industry both onstage and offstage. The struggles both professionally and personally this self-proclaimed Detroit hustler went through to bring so much to this world in the way of music, acceptance, and blurring the color barriers that consumed our country. I am not writing this build-up to somehow testify about Mr. Gordy but rather to illustrate the feeling that many of us have who have the opportunity to partake in this life-changing theatrical journey.

This day started with more vibrancy than most days in spite of the cold Chicago spring and the dim artificial lighting in our basement rehearsal space. Our show’s director, Charles Randolph-Wright, came into the room with a plan and the rest of the creative team was more than ready to comply. The show’s resident Choreographer, Brian Harlan Brooks (AKA, BHB), started setting the plan in motion. The touring Stage Managers seemed a little thrown by a rehearsal that started with such clarity before they had even noticed the clock struck ten o’clock, our typical rehearsal start time, the cast also a little puzzled by the urgency fell right in line working the shows opening number. Already the room seems to come alive with new vibrations. Everyone working, creatives with laser focus, managers a buzz with activity and then the man appeared in the doorway that made all of this energy make sense, Berry Gordy Jr had come to meet his newest company of actors. Many of these performers he had met in auditions but he hadn’t seen them since they were to assume the role of “Motown Family”, the closest I have ever seen to theatrical mafia but the only thing these young talents are going to “deal” or “knock off” are hits, dozens of Motown hits. Charles spoke briefly and with great admiration and then turned the room over to Mr Gordy. Now I have had the good fortune of spending time with Mr Gordy throughout the Broadway process so I was able to take my eyes off the Hitsvillian Head Honcho and scan the room. Each one of these young black faces living their lives as Mr Gordy spoke of their talents and what this tour meant to him. Whether it was them, or their parents, or their aunts and uncles who had grown up with this generation of music and change in our country they all knew, they felt the “vibrations” in the air that they were in the presence of a man who changed the face of America. Smiles were unstoppable as they spread across all of their faces. The vibrations bounced off the walls as the performers portraying the Temptations and the Four Tops stepped forward to perform the shows opening number for the same man who created a path for legends like Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson, Diana Ross, and Stevie Wonder. The man who is able to describe the fierceness a young Michael Jackson brought to his performance with personal experience and fatherly passion. All of the white performers and support team who did not perhaps experience the life-changing effects of Motown’s music felt the power in the room that day and, not unlike myself two-years earlier, realized the beauty of the journey they were embarking on.

That my friends is a vibration, an experience that causes your heart and body to come alive and take notice of everything around you.