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
According to his contacts on LinkedIn, Jeff Dorchen can do just about anything. He’s a visual artist, songwriter/musician, actor, essayist, poet, playwright and screenwriter.
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