Mud Water EP

by Disasterpeace

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The Mud Water Project is a multidisciplinary theater project of 12 turf dancers and ballet dancers, as well as music and spoken word artists. Utilizing acting and improvisational dance, while exploring real human emotions and life experiences, the project seeks to give the turf dance community opportunities to share its stories, art, and truths in a concert-style setting and to audiences often beyond its reach.

The project began in early spring of 2015. It's mission is: (1) to rejuvenate the dance and theatre arts community by pushing the envelope with respect to diversity and in creating sophisticated, cutting-edge work; (2) to celebrate, promote visibility, and support viability of the undervalued street performance art in the San Francisco and East Bay areas; and (3) to traverse the barriers of understanding embedded in class/cultural differences, by facilitating honest dialogue through thought-provoking artistic expression and storytelling.

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released May 1, 2016

Music by Disasterpeace
Poetry by My-Linh Le

Spoken Word Artists:
My-Linh Le
Dana Fitchett
Arthur V. ("DopeyFresh") Gardner Jr.
Khristina Cayetano
Iman Bright

Photo by Jason Lam
Cover Model : Khristina Cayetano

Featuring Samples from:
'Petrushka' by Igor Stravinsky
'Bye-Ya' by Thelonious Monk


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Track Name: Unfold
in a few more years, all these trees will have dried up. there's no clouds. no mist. even whatever they're soaking up from the ground now will be completely depleted. where we gonna go ?
Track Name: Maya, Underfoot
i know why the chicken stays caged
gnawing on his own lacerated body
atop a hundred corpses that make his grave

why this vulgar bleak existence?
once held sacred, he roamed this land proud
now beliefs about his weakness eat his soul from the inside out

his culture ransacked, his spirit perturbed
left to be nothing but for consumption
by the bottomless bellies of the free world

agitated by what little he has he yanks at his brothers
while just outside these bars abundance sings others

i know why the chicken is slain
how his song falls on the deaf who too oft pay their respects
by searching him for some defect to blame