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Translating Enamiĝo Reciprokataj from Esperanto

As a musician, composer, and amateur practitioner - promoter of Esperanto, I’ve been meaning to explain the title of my debut piano album for a long time. When I released my debut piano trio album, Enamiĝo Reciprokataj on Origin Records on February 15th 2019, I received (luckily) press reviews confusing the title, which is in Esperanto, and letters from intrigued Esperantists. As my label anticipated, there has been a lot of discourse amongst writers and Esperantists about the title translation, the choice of my spelling (which technically bends rules of Esperanto). Esperanto is an artificial language written by a Polish philologist published in 1887, containing sixteen rules, with an estimated population of a quarter of a million speakers, including artists, filmmakers and musicians. The language gives a lot of inspiration to creators, translators, students, and speakers. My album title was artistically chosen usage with a lot of intention, creativity, and thought regarding the process of composing the music and the music itself. In fact, the new Esperanto web series “Malsano Nomata Amo” (A Disease Called Love) debuted the same week as my album.

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Leaving Neverland: We All Must Deal Together

In the house I grew up in, we dissected abusers, rapist, child molesters, pedophiles and narcissistics along with the variety of DSM IV diagnoses, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every day. This was in part to my mother’s grad studies in psychology, as well as our experience. It was paramount to growing up in a single parent household. The constant message of protection. It was our equivalent to watching Sunday night football. That was how we relaxed when I was growing up.

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Watching the 2018 US Midterm Elections Abroad

I leave my hotel and walk to work. No one around me here is much concerned with the news. It blares in the hotel lobby and breakfast area, sometimes with overdubbed Arabic, sometimes with the same anxiety provoking lights and talking heads and ugly orange face. No one pays any mind, no one seems to be interested or alerted by it. Certainly no reactions are displayed from orange face. Which oddly enough, the nonchalance reminds me of the TV presence in my grandmother's midwestern living room - a certain kind of free and undisturbed boredom. 

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