Beth Kirkpatrick, Alto
Will Buck, Piano

Dr. Emory - James Ballard
H. H. Holmes - Matthew Ellis Murphy
Ensemble - Avi Amon, Jessica Carvo

Clara, Dr. Holmes' first wife, describes her escape from the Dover County Almshouse.

Out Of The Cage (music by Avi Amon, words by Julia Gytri)

Fifteen-year-old Latasha Harlins walked into a liquor store in Los Angeles in 1991, just days after the Rodney King beating. This is her story, as best as I could tell it. 

May Michael Brown's family see more justice done than Latasha's did. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Latasha_Harlins

Empire Liquor Mart (9127 S. Figueroa St.)

From SALONIKA, a new musical by Avi Amon & Julia Gytri
Featuring Caesar Samayoa & Jessica Carvo

1941. As a feared member of the Jewish resistance in Greece, the TUTOR must flee his home in Salonika and leave behind his most beloved pupil, a young BOY who has also suffered at the hand of the ever-encroaching Axis powers. While neither yet understands how the war will alter their lives, the TUTOR reminds his BOY that the best storytellers have courage to begin a story when the ending is uncertain, reassuring him that once two people’s tales intersect, they cannot be unbound.

I Am With You

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Haven't been sad in a while
When I'm sad, I smile
Smile the sadness out of my mind
Making my brain believe I'm fine
Making my brain believe I'm fine

Shine the sun lamp in my eyes
No more change in the seasons
Should I seem less than alive
I can't imagine any reason
I can't imagine why, because I'm

Taking my pills and planning my dreams
Drinking my meals and dimming my screens
I'm trying every trick I know to keep on track
But something always manages to drag me back below

Haven't been wrong in a while
Fixed the flaws in my thinking
Throw the pieces in a pile
Every day the pile is shrinking

I've all but perfected my perfect routine
I've crossed through the checklist, everything's clean
I'm trying every trick I know to keep on track
But something always manages to drag me back below

Concentrate on your breathing
It's an ordinary feeling
Concentrate on your breathing
Just a solitary evening
If I'm crazy tell me

Download

Fidget

From my debut album, "The Sounds of Our Voices"

https://jeremyamon.bandcamp.com

Nicoletta Commins - Vocals
Cindy Wang - Viola
Jeremy Amon - Vocals, Cello, Guitar, Piano

Very special thanks to Sabrina Amon, Avi Amon, John Colosimo, Clint Montague, Sam Friedman, Derek Lasher, Cindy Wang, and Nicoletta Commins for making this project possible with their musicality, feedback, and friendship.

Recorded and mixed by JA in Berkeley, CA. Thanks to the Ling-Black family for use of studio space and to John Colosimo for supplemental recording equipment.

Lyrics:

"Won't you step back?" she asked,
"back from the edge of infinity,
back from a cruel winter's irony,
back from the ledge of a rifted sea?

"We'll be alright," she said,
"we've seen the light in the corridor,
we've seen our lives in some holy war,
we've seen the might of a wretched storm.

"Calling all child's hearts:
your suns have set in stone.
But our souls are still sacred here -
we're not alone on this spinning sphere.

"And we're not any older,
just a little bit sorry, that's all."

A Brief Note from the Edge of Infinity

Written by Elysse

Produced by Joe Harrison, Elysse and Rahm Silverglade 

Piano: Rahm Silverglade
Guitar: Joe Harrison, Peter Wise
Bass: Mitch Friedman
Drums and Percussion: Vishal Nayak
Background Vocals: Tim Smith, Riki Stevens

Recording Engineers: Vishal Nayak, Joe Harrison, Ben Talmi, Joe Caravahlo 
Editing Engineers: Jamie Walters, Dhruv Argarwala

Recorded at Black Lodge Studios, Engine Room Studios, Virtue and Vice Studios, and Converse Rubber Tracks

Mixed by Rahm Silverglade
Mastered by Arnold Mischkulnig

Skin, stretched upon the frame (2017)
written for and premiered by David Milnes and the University of California, Berkeley Symphony Orchestra
Hertz Concert Hall
March 16, 17, 18 2017

Dedicated to the memory of James Kaiser

…What is a man, / If his chief good and market of his time / Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. 
—	Shakespeare, Hamlet 4.4.36-38

Tenderness / a things to be beaten / into.
—	Ocean Vuong, Into the Breach

Skin is the site of contact. Of touch. Of violence. It is my contact with the world, the haptic connection to someone else. The very real breach between the inner and outer, between the flesh and the immaterial. It’s where I want to live, where possibilities are infinite, where the feeling is electric. Skin is the only thing separating me from you, the only thing preventing all of who I am from emptying out. Skin, encasing animal meat and animal desire, is what you see, it tells you and the world what to think of me. All I know and feel is the violence of living, the often quiet savagery that visits me as I wake every morning and when I pass away every night. All I know is desire and carnal potential, and skin makes me desperately aware of them. My bones are brittle, the frame upon which my brown skin is stretched, like a drum to be BEATEN, beaten until bloodied. And yet, maybe sick, I delight in it. My breath leaving my body when I exhale is the sound of time while the thud of my blasting heart echoes into the stillness of 4:48am. It’s quiet, I’m lying, I am listening, the silence like a siren’s song. But I want to continue lying here with you. And only death will stop me.