A little while back, I was selected as a featured artist at the
First Person Arts Salon. First Person Arts has a mission of transforming the drama of real life into memoir and documentary art to foster appreciation for our unique and shared experience.
The kind folks at First Person Arts wanted to know why I decided to choose animation as my original medium, move onto writing, and then juggle live performances for my series "American Goulash". After all, the medium is the message!
I was honored to answer their call, and threw in some funny stories and cartoons in with the mix. Enjoy!
On the first day of
Sexmas, I delivered to mommy...
Roy Orbison singing really crap-ily!
Every time we took a ride in the old mustard-colored station wagon, Anyu would sing:
"Pretty voman, valking down the street,
Pretty woman, I kinda like to meet.
I don't believe you, to tell dah truth,
No von could look as good as you,
Criiiiing. Over you...."
Yes, I know, those are not the lyrics to the song - in fact, those are TWO DIFFERENT Roy Orbison songs combined, but that's how she tends to sings them, which is kind of charming.
I can only assume that by loving the music, she loves the "Sexy Man" behind the music. After all, Anyu is a big fan of Elvis, so I guess Roy looks like Goth Elvis. Or maybe a Blind Elvis? "Dat vas dah style den," I suppose.
Unfortunately, there were no shirtless Roy pictures available. That's probably better in the long run - for the sake of the children.
(This is the final installment of New York, New York)
I stood on the corner for an eternity and listened to the hum of New York City. A wave of relief washed over me as the all-familiar flashing lights came up the street. I walked into the street to flag the police car down, but a few taxi cabs drives got excited and immediately pulled up next to where I was standing. I shook my head and tried to shoo them away.
“No, no, I don’t need to go anywhere, I need the police, I-“
“Police? Is someone hurt?” a random jaywalking lady asked.
“No, nothing like that, there were these kids with fruit and-" I stopped because I sounded crazy. I wondered whether or not I should have gotten involved. Was I making too big of a deal? Did this stuff happen in New York all the time?
“Hey, Steph!” A familiar voice said from behind me. I spun around to see one of the people in my group. “I’ve been looking for you, what the heck is going on?”
A crowd had quickly formed around me and the police car started to travel past...
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