This is an exciting “Best of Reel” from the Torino Winter Olympics 2006

There is an intense storm off shore.

You know it because you can see the clouds appear in the early evening sky, backlit by electric energy, and then instantly disappear into blackness.

Moments later a deep rumbling greets you, borne on the salt-swept wavetops of the surf. You are captivated by the storm’s size. Its sheer bulk encompasses your horizon.

It calls to you like a siren of the sea, it touches every pore of your being, and the ache to be engulfed in her turbulence is unlike anything you have ever felt or imagined possible in your lifetime. (Read more…)

Home Coming– who will ever find it the same? How could you find it the same? Why would you want to find it anything but the same? Why isn’t it the same?

Well it happened to me this weekend.

I hitched a ride on a twister (my life) and landed safely back in OZ, my hometown.

Funny how I never knew that the fable was switched around before, but it is not that Dorothy wants to get back to Kansas. What she doesn’t know is how to get back to “her Kansas,” the one she had left 30 ago. What she found in OZ was actually home – she had just been gone so long it was hard to recognize. Everything had aged 30 years; people had passed or moved on; city planners did what they do, and before you know it you felt like a stranger in the one place you counted on knowing all of your life. (Read more…)

First we were in the control room and we danced while this little-big show went off like a perfect song, nothing went wrong, the 2000 volunteers did the most amazing job and we danced for them while they danced on the field! It was nothing short of amazing!

Then Beyonce came out and sang for an hour and a half, and we danced on the field with our cast and then she danced for us on the stage, I have never been so close to a performance with such energy and power, Beyonce aka. Sasha FIERCE (her stage name) was truly FIERCE, and we danced and danced…AMAZING!
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Twenty-two years ago I began this trek around the world, and since then I have been one of the luckiest men on the planet, creating shows that by count the entire world has seen many times over.

But last night here in Eastern Europe, in the town of Donetesk, a place famous for its coal mining and an one very awesome Championship Football club called Shaktar, with a brand new “Diamond Stadium” opening it’s doors to the world tomorrow night. A couple of thousand enthusiastic volunteers performing onstage and backstage in a show that I had a small part in writing and directing, when one lone voice stepped out of the crowd of the many and speaks…no wait, not speaks…but Sings (in the form of a thank you letter).
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3…It is hard to believe the first of the Trilogy is here, the first of the last largest number of ‘Days To Go’ that this show will ever see is here.

The number that is most emphasized in a countdown as the point of no return, the point of total awareness, of body poised ready to spring into action and from action to present and from present right into the past as it becomes a memory another series of stories or of threads that weave the unique fabric of you.
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