A human violin plays the hits, from murder to food poisoning.
Apr 23 2016
Every time Boko Haram attacks a town or a suicide bomber kills people, I'm pressured by the trends in social media to post "Je Suis" such-and-such a place – Je Suis Lahore, Je Suis Brussels, etc. But if we're all everyone, we're really not anyone. And if we're not anyone, surely there's a better phrase we can come up with to communicate that.
Visual artist, songwriter/musician, actor, essayist, poet, playwright and screenwriter Jeff Dorchen adds "violin" to his CV, meets an inspiring West Bank odd couple, resists the Facebook-sympathy-profile-pic complex, opens his mind, empties his bowels, and joins the Middle Age poet Judah Halevi in fashioning an instrument of himself, capable of playing back all the songs you want to hear. And don't.
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Jeff Dorchen
Jeff is a visual artist, songwriter/musician, actor, essayist, fiction writer, poet, playwright and screenwriter. He's been a playwright, songwriter, and performer with Chicago's Theater Oobleck since 1988, a writer and actor with Red Baron Films since 2000, and a contributor to This Is Hell! since 1996. He currently lives in Los Angeles.
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