Allow me to Re-introduce myself!

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It’s been a minute since I’ve performed on stage and even longer since I’ve performed alone. For 8 years, give or take a couple, I performed with a pair of badass, smart, funny hot butchas. We called ourselves the Butchlalis de Panochtitlan or just BdP. We wrote together, rode together in cars and planes across our country giving and taking voices, experiences, friendships along with us. 2010 was the last time I curtseyed with those compas.

A couple of weeks ago I workshopped my new piece “Midnight Steel” at Highways Performance Space, it was a fucken trip being back in that black box where the BdP premiered all our new work. Highways was our Tuesday morning, our itunes or Tidal where one could witness and celebrate our new creations with us before others outside of LA got a chance to check them out. This last time I returned to Highways, me alone, I carried the weight of the work. It means everything and nothing at the same time, cause I really didn’t do it alone I had Alison, Roni and Emmanuel to help me out. What I didn’t have were the rituals, the holding hands in a circle-prayer, didn’t have my compass to co-support, co-soothe jitter bugs, or to tease and get teased about nervous ticks; an overacting bladder that needs relief every 3 minutes, a nervous dry heave that sounds more serious each time even inducing watery eyes. The memories plucked a few tears as I sat in that greenroom comforted by the spirits of performances past making me eager to go out there and break another leg, continue with the process- the creating and emerging and feeling blessed to be doing it in a space that’s such an essential component of my artistic genealogy. 


This Saturday 7pm @ grand performances I reemerge under the stars in the belly of our city, Los Angeles, offering tales of my city, Hub City, in the middle of it all, that's where things happen. Grand Performances will be my cauldron where I finish cooking what started almost a year ago, Midnight Steel, a nostalgic performance piece supported by a grant from the Department of Cultural Affairs, and my friends’ and my family’s love. It’s a new work that I definitely envision growing into something bigger, this is something I can nurture.



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