I have written a new musical, The Ocean Floaters, which will occur deep within the bowels of Sam Moree's Holographic Sea Cafe, an exhibition at the Williamsburg Art and Historical Center's WAH Theater of Performing Arts.
with
Ben Folstein
Diana Sheivprasad
Karen Lynn Miller
Mike Allen Hill
Kimberly-Jo Mossel,
and Anne-Marie Levey-Allauzen.

Working backwards over the years, my Cinema VII projects are:

2012:  The Ocean Floaters
2010:  A  Question of Solitude (The James Bond Opera)
2008:  Cow City
2007:  2.2.2 (Hermaphroditism Through the Ages)
2006:  TentagatneT
2004:  The Sea Heiress
2003:  The Marriage at the Statue of Liberty
2001:  The Golf Wars
2000:  The Last Dodo
1999:  Witchfinders
1998:  Coppelia
1997:  The Eleventh Hour
1997:  The Peace Mission
1996:  Shipping the Satellite
1996:  Prepare to Meet Your Maker
1995:  Pro-Choice on Mental Health

I think that's the list for the last 17 years

In The Ocean Floaters I have Couched my nine songs in an evocative, sketchy script, meant more to stimulate the imagination than satiate it.

The stages through the creative process include this:  I have reordered songs to produce an outline for a script, the most "famous" being the Bacharach/David Lost Horizon score for my adolescent ghost story, The Eleventh Hour.

In this case, Ben Folstein reordered my songs, producing the outline to the script we have here...

Four performances at 135 Broadway, Williamsburg Brooklyn, NY  11211 October 26, 27, November 2 and 3.  .  

Keep Writing

We can write and read what we write.  That may be all that comes from self expression, yet these words appear on a public forum.  Look at the volume of content... This post gets lost in infinity.  

So my usual concerns are simple...I make them sound like complaints... I have a complaining nature... I don't know what tone to apply, or how to vary my tone.   The adventure of clash and conflict is ultimately a learning experience.  What good is learning?  Well, it is a priority.  It applies to future challenges.  

My mind has everything yet an external stimuli creates the access.  It is one thing to have possession of everything in the universe and another to be able to find it, to lay hands on it, to access the useful and applicable experience and information.  

This is all by way of introduction to the very little I feel comfortable and qualified to announce here or anywhere.  I am afraid of knowing my own thoughts.  This is the experience of misunderstanding.  The misunderstanding of my shorthand language is not apparent to me but rather becomes apparent when other people bother to consider what I'm saying.  I'm not sure that for others who consider what I think that they are engaging in a profitable enterprise.  What do I have to offer beyond the volumes of advertisements vying for attention?  

And yes, I love attention, even in my loneliness, and I'm not particularly alone.  We're all somewhat alone...

Before concluding, do I wait for the facts?  No, I can fill in the blanks; just give me the short announcement and I'll imagine the rest.  This person passed away from being struck by a train?  

A long time ago I placed my imagination under a leash, to be loosened only by a comparable reality.  In this particular case, reality well exceeded the limit of my imagination.