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Location:
TAKOMA PARK, Maryland
United States
TAKOMA PARK, Maryland
United States
School:
P.S. 93 in the South Bronx
High School of Music and Art
University of Chicago
University of California
University of Texas at Austin
P.S. 93 in the South Bronx
High School of Music and Art
University of Chicago
University of California
University of Texas at Austin
Work:
NPR
University of Pennsylvania
Library of Congress
IIE and AED in association with the Defense Department
the Smithsonian Institution
and mostly for myself at Mensch Media
NPR
University of Pennsylvania
Library of Congress
IIE and AED in association with the Defense Department
the Smithsonian Institution
and mostly for myself at Mensch Media
Hometown(s):
Chicago
Berkeley
Oakland
Albany (CA)
Austin
New York City
Takoma Park
Chicago
Berkeley
Oakland
Albany (CA)
Austin
New York City
Takoma Park
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EVERYTHING.... in moderation.
EVERYTHING.... in moderation.
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Radio producer, multimedia guy, musician - jazz pianist.
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Sometimes I think I have a bit of a "Zelig" thing going... you know, the Woody Allen movie where this character Zelig shows up in all different times in important events in history. Or maybe it’s more like a Forest Gump thing...
I’ll flesh this stuff out later - but it’s all kind of weird... and totally coincidental.
- I was in the first movie ever made for TV, See How They Run.
- I built the second website for the Smithsonian, their first for a museum.
- In college, I played Hamlet to Marilu Henner’s Gertrude. (big asterisk to come...)
- I played the music of Janis Joplin with Sam Andrew and Snooky Flowers. After Harvey Milk and George Moscone were murdered in SF, we played for an angry crowd at SF City Hall of 100,000 mourners.
- I was in Christopher Hampton’s American debut play, When Did You Last See My Mother.
- I was a model in the 1964 World’s Fair in the Bell Telephone exhibit.
- My father, an actor, was actually IN Zelig...
- I interviewed Leonard Bernstein the summer before he died, in what may have been his last interview. I attended his last concert, and his memorial service, where members of orchestras he's led played the Overture to Candide, without a conductor - like an Air Force maneuver with the "missing man..."
I've been thinking about this a bit more - and in some ways, maybe this is more like Kevin Bacon and the six degrees of separation. Everybody knows somebody who knows somebody... so if my dad worked with Woody Allen, or I played music with somebody who played music with Janis Joplin, then it just connects me, as everybody is connected to things I care about...
Added: February 16, 2008
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Comments (3)
LsuEduMsn says:
Thank you. We all are products of our parents raising / teaching / us their beliefs.
Posted: March 28, 2008 9:39PM EDT
LsuEduMsn says:
Your request: "tell us the story behind this... if you would..."
I did. Now, tell us the story behind growing up in the Bronx...if you would. My home town has 1,500 so NY is interesting. The Brooklyn is also.
I did. Now, tell us the story behind growing up in the Bronx...if you would. My home town has 1,500 so NY is interesting. The Brooklyn is also.
Posted: March 17, 2008 2:22AM EDT
menschmedia says:
I was born in the South Bronx when it was in one of its incarnations - as a home for waves of immigrants.
We (the Jewish population in my neighborhood) had followed the Irish, then the Italians. I'll tell a quick story, and then get back to work...
The neighborhood was gently religious - that is, on Jewish holidays, the schools were closed, mostly because nobody would have come, and all the kids dressed up and went to the synagogue.
All the kids, except me, that is. My parents were proudly, fiercely atheist - and so on Jewish holidays, they encouraged me to dress up in my ratty play clothes, and go out to the street to bounce a ball off the wall.
By myself, of course - since none of the other kids could come out and play.
more later... if you like...
We (the Jewish population in my neighborhood) had followed the Irish, then the Italians. I'll tell a quick story, and then get back to work...
The neighborhood was gently religious - that is, on Jewish holidays, the schools were closed, mostly because nobody would have come, and all the kids dressed up and went to the synagogue.
All the kids, except me, that is. My parents were proudly, fiercely atheist - and so on Jewish holidays, they encouraged me to dress up in my ratty play clothes, and go out to the street to bounce a ball off the wall.
By myself, of course - since none of the other kids could come out and play.
more later... if you like...
Posted: March 17, 2008 8:09AM EDT
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