Music for Theater, Instinct

Soundtrack for theater production Instinct by Andrew Ingkavet

I wrote music for this theater production of an original play by Matthew Maguire.  It opens this weekend in NYC at the Lion Theater on Theater Row.  An outbreak is spreading and scientists are racing to save the world whilst dealing with their own troubled relationships.  The play is smart, witty, fast and very disconcerting. What’s scary is how plausible this is!

Here’s an excerpt of the music from it.

Remixing Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro

Mozart Remixed
Imagine Mozart’s opera The Marriage Of Figaro was reborn in a dark Brazilian jazz bar in the streets of Brooklyn and you get a little idea of what this track was inspired by.

I created this track as part of the soundtrack for the new production of the theatrical play (as in no singing – this is the play that Mozart was inspired by from a French writer named Beaumarchais) opening on November 9, 2011 at Fordham University’s Mainstage at Pope Auditorium, Lincoln Center, NYC.

Blood of the Earth

The blood of the earth is stirring
whipping up over the edges
the banks, the shores
boiling up, a surge
covering, cleansing
wash away the scourge

The blood of the earth is moving
Queensland is flooded
Rio beneath the waves
Medellin sops up lakes
Left at her door

The blood of the earth is seeking
Renewal, rebirth
the universal solvent
receding by 2012

On The Shores of Eternity

Sitting in High Dive
5:15 on a Saturday
A carbonated meditation
To replay the week

trial and error
feeling in the dark
tapping along quietly
straining for the ping back
tunnel of my vision

Sweet action
amber courage
a liquid confidence arises
and a murmur of the soul

Through the charity of our fathers
German brewmasters of note
We achieve a measure of equality
a sense of clarity
a touching of reality

A negation of the feelings
a nail sticking out
to be pounded down

An oddball diamond
waiting to be found
glinting and shiny
On the shores of eternity

My Lovely 88

She is dark-skinned and lonely
White toothed with smudgy blacks too
and oh so hungry
oh so hungry

A gift from strangers
left at our door
4 of us huffing
on Christmas morn
To raise her three flights of stairs
Three flights of stairs

“Just wood and screws,
strings and nails?”
my son peers inside
Seeking the source of the sounds
Source of the sounds

We polish her skin
blow out the dust
And then the doctor walks in
His black bag at his side

After much pulling,
poking, pushing and a groan
A great rumble has transformed
into sweet, sweet song
sweet, sweet song

She is hot
lively and bouncing
jovial and bumping
thumping to the stomp of our feet

She is graceful
dignified and stately
refined and flowing
loosing her melodies now

The doctor is paid
and she seems better
no longer so hungry
my happy 88

She is dark-skinned and lovely
her white teeth are shining
her ebony gleams
and oh how lovely
oh how lovely my lovely 88

- by Andrew Ingkavet ©2011

Empanadas – a film, a life, a recipe

My mother in law Beatriz passed away 3 days before Christmas 2010.  It was a long hard year when we heard the diagnosis of her late stage brain cancer.  She was such a well loved, vibrant, energetic and insatiably curious soul who could befriend someone in an instant.  So many of our friends who met Beatriz became instant friends.  One time at a beach in New Jersey, we met an acquantaince with a child adopted from Colombia.  She was excited to meet Beatriz who grew up in Medellin, in the state of Antioquia.  Within 20 minutes, it was like they had known each other for years.  When my wife and I lived in Hong Kong, Beatriz came for a weeklong visit.  Right away, a dear friend of ours made plans to visit her and to share recipes and shopping adventures.  The age difference of 30 years did not make any difference! They kept up writing letters to each other for years.

A few years ago, I had a sense that perhaps we should preserve and capture one of “Abuelita’s” signature recipes.  So armed with a basic point and shoot digital camera (a Fuji FinePix F20) I shot and edited this film Empanadas Antioquenas (in iMovie) and now it’s gone past tens of thousands of views on YouTube.  Beatriz has become everyone’s mother and Abuelita. I still need to add English subtitles, but you can pretty much follow along even without knowing Spanish.

In Loving Memory of Beatriz Valencia Agudelo

May 31, 1940 – December 22, 2010

Gen Mai Cha

A slow ritual pour
A steam covered glass
A dance of the ages
A division of class

The finest tea
A harvest by the poor
a blend of roasted rice
from the farmer next door

Sorted, dried, cut,
packed and shipped
to this gleaming lobby
where I now sit

greeted by white liveried chauffeurs|
served most delicate petit fours

they pocket a portion
for their own celebration
a royal event
in their government flat
a private temporary end
as runner, coolie and rat

by Andrew Ingkavet © 2011