Nella Traduzione: Mike Patton’s Ore D’Amore

With the amount of spontaneity I seem to have exhibited over the past couple of weeks in posting posture, I suppose I’m right on schedule to next share instructions on how to best cater a Mongolian barbecue!  More appropriately, this may be a splendid example of my style of procrastination at its fullest: writing on anything and everything except the one thing I need be. Ah, well, just one more, right?

In my not-so-subtle defense, this is something I’ve needed to do for ages. I’ve only known the genius that is Mike Patton for 4 years now, and of his Italian tour de force even less. I find it funny actually that the same thing that had me pay him heed in the first place has now brought me back with the same respect and admiration: his grasp of the Italian language. This man does not just speak Italian, nor does he simply sing in Italian; he is fluent in the language and sound itself. Being blessed with the combination of absolute pitch, a general aptitude for languages and having spent a considerable amount of time in Milan and Florence, I’m fairly confident in my judgment of his mastery.

Until I am able to properly cover this song (no small feat given his immense orchestrations and extensive vocal range, even for a male) I have decided to translate it. If you’ll permit, I attempted go against the typical “grain” of translating Italian songs to English by providing a bit more literal than figurative translation. I have also tried to keep the verb tenses accurate, which is sadly uncommon in many current popular music translations of any artist. It is very possible that because of this, just for fun, I will go on to translate the entire album. We’ll see. Until then:  please enjoy my favorite song of his, Ore D’Amore.

Hours of Love

Hours of love I have not because we are not lovers anymore
I don’t have these moments
I don’t speak (unless I must) and I don’t ask anyone to stay with me
It is only you that I want, only you
Your place was here, close to me
I’m not able to look where you are not
My eyes on yours: and then…and then…
Hours of love I have not because we are not lovers anymore
After you, I have never loved again.
It is only you I see, only you
Your place was here, close to me
I’m not able to look where you are not
My eyes on yours: and then…and then…
Hours of love I have not because we are not lovers anymore
After you, I have never loved again
Hours of love I have not because we are not lovers anymore.
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Ore D’Amore written by Mike Patton
Ore d’amore non ho per non innamorarmi più
Io non ho che momenti
Parlo soltanto se devo e non chiedo a nessuna mai di restare con me
È solo te che vorrei, soltanto te
Il tuo posto era quì vicino a me
Guardare non so dove non sei
Gli occhi miei sopra ai tuoi e poi, e poi…
Ore d’amore non ho per non innamorarmi più
Dopo te non ho amato mai.
È solo te che vorrei, soltanto te
Il tuo posto era quì vicino a me
Guardare non so dove non sei
Gli occhi miei sopra ai tuoi e poi, e poi…
Ore non ho per non innamorarmi più
Dopo te non ho amato mai
Ore non ho per non innamorarmi più!

In Solidarity: What I Took from the General Assembly of Occupy Wall Street Los Angeles

Last night, I partnered with someone I’d never met to facilitate/moderate in keeping time and empathy the General Assembly of Occupy Los Angeles on the steps of City Hall. Apart from my somewhat less “glorious” days in college of writing furious letters to congress to abolish the death penalty with Amnesty International, this week has really been my first physical presence in exposure to grassroots activism of this magnitude.

I met my co-moderator for the first time at the facilitation assembly a couple of hours prior. I had learned of this meeting through my new friend Esteban the previous day, who has tirelessly followed the Crisis on Capital all over the world. I simply asked him if there was a main facilitator of the Los Angeles movement that I could follow on some sort of media, and he in turn emailed me his personal reasons for involvement that evening.

I wanted to simply share a couple of reflections on what I learned from my first time facilitating an assembly of upwards of 1,000 people. I will begin by noting something beautiful I feel incredibly blessed to have been able to witness firsthand- feminism/gender equality in action. Though the general mass remained in support of what we were speaking on throughout the assembly, there were quite a few intimidating bodies around the speaker’s area. Soon into the meeting, my co-facilitator (A Caucasian, college-aged male) became discouraged with the rising tension from these provocateurs in our close physical proximity (for some reason in protest that a ‘white man’ was ‘leading’). Finally, the repeated statements from the audience became discernable- Let the woman speak. Though I was angered there had been prejudice in the first place, this was my very first exposure to not only feeling politically and socially equal to a male, but even treasured as a woman and independent mind, fully capable of positive and individual thinking. The respect I was given-only due to my sex-was incredible. Unfortunately, following my speech on Conceptual Presentation and Collective Thought,  my co-moderator remained discouraged. From here on out, we simply tried to continue announcing updates from the various assemblies (security, print media, Food Not Bombs, etc.) whilst assuring the masses that there would soon after be an opening of the floor for individual proposals and free speech.

Regrettably, an hour or so in, instances began to take place where hostile bodies rushed us and those around the platform in effort to quiet us with threatening racial suggestions, etc. From here, we digressed from the order so many had worked so hard to establish, and what ensued became an argument from floor to platform about the impending arrival of several policemen, fire trucks and (already present) helicopters. After tersely debating for a half hour the location of where we would camp for the evening, I learned the invaluable lesson I had seen in my friend’s blog: fatigue and hurry are the enemies of consensus. The assembly was soon after adjourned due to the imminent legal curfew and action was made to clean up the area in accordance and respect of the LAPD.

A couple of concretes I witnessed over the evening are as follows: if you’re going to protest/occupy/take a stand for any political or social cause, some type of unifying demand is indispensable. This was one of the main issues at the GA-the 1,000 people couldn’t come to an agreement that we were all in agreement of our demands. There is surely much to be learned from the successful occupation of Wall Street here. Another issue the general facilitation assembly has been emailing back and forth today is never assume anything-even assuming that race would (surely) not be a factor potentially hurt us in hindsight. Though I was afterward encouraged that I responded to racial slurs and comments appropriately and did the best I could, I was not prepared for it. I didn’t imagine people who obviously have a heart big enough to stand up to corporate tyranny and corruption would give into racial issues. I was wrong, and it can be better dealt with in future.

To sum it up, what I personally took from this evening: the reason I agreed to moderate empathy in the first place (with no real experience in facilitating a GA) is that I fervently believe a little compassion and love can transcend ANY conflict. The human voice is can be the most revolutionary tool we have, if we are but willing to listen. I believe this now and I will believe it until the day I am dead. Though I too became discouraged in reaction to the few provocateurs surrounding me, I connected with a thousand people last night, because of my pleading honesty for them to simply listen, and give us a chance to have a fair and just assembly. I have never seen anything like it-to look into the night from the steps of city hall and see so many faces fall respectfully quiet and just listen for a moment. It was excruciatingly beautiful. I am unsure as to the extent of my future involvement in Occupy Los Angeles, but as I told everyone I spoke with following the assembly last night, I am with them in solidarity until the end, and I hope and wish for the best.

 

Note: It’s a bit late now, but I completely forgot to mention: When I first started reading up on this movement, many of the posts were either completely one-sided/biased, overly passionate to the point of destructing their cause or simply uninformed. Here are a couple of posts I found to be very educating and helpful on the movement overall:

Democracy Now!

Occupy Wall Street and the Need for Demand(s) 

Real Resistance

Huff Post

When The Bottles Break

In light of the decision to begin sharing bits of my personal work when it relates to music as a whole, here is another bit from my reel. I opted to shoot the first 16mm music video in my undergrad film department in lieu of my senior vocal recital. I have never regretted it.

 

 

 

Song written and performed by Thomas Villarreal

Directed by Diana Hereld

Photography by Dave Sweetman

Production Asst. Savannah Shealy

Feat. Nicole Wilson-Murphy

 

 

 

Edited by Diana Hereld

Photography by Josh Dowdy

“Dance Class” written and performed by Asche and Spencer for the film “Stay.”

 

A Little Night Music

It has come to my attention that with everything going on as of late, not only have I been incredibly slack on writing and recording my own music, I’ve never posted any on my blog. Which is silly, really, as I have always been and will always be a vocalist above all else. Though I do teach voice and piano most days of the week, it’s very important to me that I keep up my personal progress as a musician and writer. I will now begin posting my own work on this medium more often in effort to further encourage myself to do so!

The following taken from the 1998 Cabaret revival, written by John Kander and originally performed by Alan Cumming

I Don’t Care Much

Un Passo Più Vicino

And so we find ourselves here, on the edge of the precipice…

…well, not exactly. But as to the whole somewhat academic/inspirational/ intellectual/educational (and very possibly esoterically and expressively appeasing) process of “blogging,” this student-in-limbo has decided to give it a go.

Should you find yourself having an interest in any of the following:

Psychology, Art, Music, Italian Language, Photography, Theology, God and the like, Film Theory, Philosophy, Neuroscience, la Commedia dell’arte, Bukowski, etc…

please do join me.

As for the title’s personal significance and a slightly more sober explanation of this endeavor, I will be sharing at some point in the near future.

Love to all.