My boyfriend, Dave, recently started to play his wine glass by rubbing his index finger along the rim. He does stuff like this all the time--turning countertops into drum sets and steering wheels into tambourines.
Dave's antics may have something small in common with new age musician-psychic-reverend Elivia Melodey, who'll be in town Friday, Feb. 3, and Saturday, Feb. 4, at Anjali. On Friday night, Melodey will rock out, Yanni-style, with her 40 Crystal Singing Bowls, perhaps like my honey does at the dinner table, only probably a whole lot better. The 40-Crystal-Singing-Bowls experience, however, would not be complete without the inner-peace funk of harmonic percussion and Celtic harp. According to the press release, her singing bowls will "take you on a magical journey through sacred sound and vibration, deepening your higher awareness and opening you to wholeness on all levels." Yep, just like a Steppenwolf song.
Master Didgeridoo player Allan Shockley joins Melodey on Friday night (I'm humming the Violent Femmes' "Didgeriblues" as I write this). Melodey then goes solo on Saturday and teaches others the art of the Singing Crystal Bowls in a three-hour workshop. She'll show you which tones "uniquely affect your being." Workshop participants are advised to "dress comfortably and bring a small blanket or mat for meditation and floor work." Advance workshop registration costs $40, or $45 at the door.
To register for the Saturday workshop, or to buy concert tickets, call Joan Vann at 409-8439. --M.H.
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who attended a Midwestern university far, far away from the Sonoran Desert. This common lady made the mistake of enrolling in an 8 a.m. geology class entitled Age of the Dinosaurs. It was a humiliating semester for our fair lass as she could only absorb so much monotonous nattering about Archaeopteryx and the Triassic before her morning cocoa. She had done well in Monkeys, Apes and Humans, but this was no anthropology course. In fact, she overslept her final exam, earning her first--and only, she'd like you to know--D, for Dinosaurs.
It was a dark, dark time for this co-ed.
Now, years later, our heroine finishes up her master's in something other than geology. And yet, she doesn't forget the humiliation of Age of the Dinosaurs.
To spare your child a similar fate, she advises parents and guardians to take their charges to see and hear Ron Schmidtling, the singing paleontologist, at the T-Rex Museum. The California resident has his master's in paleontology from UCLA and sings about the history of life in, oh, 10 songs. As your children clap their hands and boogie down to Schmidtling's dope dino beat, you may very well prevent your child from having to go to a Big 12 school in the middle of Missouri.
The 2-and-up Dino Sounds may be well worth the $5 investment. Plus, there are three show times on Saturday, Feb. 4, at 11 a.m., 1 p.m. and 3 p.m.
For more information and a happier transcript for your future college student, call the T-Rex Museum at 792-2884. --M.H.
If a film was proposed about Tucson's fifth annual flame-working competition, Flame Off! 2006, a Hollywood exec might sell the premise as Best in Show meets Iron Chef, but for glassworkers. The Iron Chef part of the event is that 24 artists in teams of two assemble a work of glass art from start to finish within a two-hour time limit as onlookers do their thing. The final products, however, are not judged by Chairman Kaga, but by Eli Aller, who won last year's Flame Off! with Rob Traylor; Best Bead Show organizer Lewis Wilson; Flame Off! 2004 winner Zach Jorgenson; and a Sonoran Glass Art Academy board member. Judges evaluate the glass work in terms of technical artistry, difficulty, originality and overall aesthetic.
"The first half-hour, you don't really get what they're doing," said David Morden, executive director of the Sonoran Glass Art Academy. "The second half-hour, you start seeing what the artist is doing; the third half, you start guessing what's being made; and the last half is really fun, because the clock is ticking, and you get to see how much ornamentation the artists can do until the time is up. You see people running to the annealer and working up to the last minute."
Last year, Morden said, artists created items from a charm bracelet with glass farm animals to a glass sculpture of a man holding a vase with flowers. Past creations also include an oil lamp, a sake set, a perfume bottle and a marble roller coaster.
Admission to the Flame Off! is $5 at the door, and Morden said it's a come-as-you-are event that attracts a wide variety of visiting artists and glasswork enthusiasts. --M.H.
That day with chocolate-filled hearts and lots of red and pink is nearing. Sigh. Some of my friends wear black in protest; others make whoopee with reckless abandon. But if you're in the mood to celebrate love--regardless of whether you're "quirky alone," on the make, or coupled up like prairie voles--you can come out to support Desert Voices, Tucson's gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and straight chorus, in their major fundraiser concert and silent auction on Saturday, Feb. 4.
Throw off the blah colors; postpone the satin sheets or self-love sessions for a few hours, and get thee to a Broadway- and Hollywood-inspired cabaret show featuring 10 individual performances and four numbers performed by the full chorus, directed by Chris Tackett, Desert Voices' "big boy in a kilt," said Mae Krueger, president of the chorus' board of directors.
"We're really hoping for this part of the evening to be an elegant, upbeat kind of party to get people in the mood for love and to also be able to experience love as the GLBT community would see it," said Krueger, who will also be performing "Mama" from the play Chicago.
The silent-auction part of the evening will include wine- and chocolate-lover gift baskets, getaway packages to Phoenix and Bisbee, paintings from John Casado and Marilyn Renshaw, and much more. Passionate affairees will enjoy booze galore from an open bar and hors d'oeuvres and sweets from Blue Willow and Feast, among other fine eateries.
For $20, this song-and-auction dance is really a steal if you're still thinking "open bar" like me. Tickets can be purchased in advance from Desert Voices by calling 791-9662, dropping by at Antigone Books, 411 N. Fourth Ave., or at the door, if you're lucky. --M.H.