Brute Force Hits The Silver Screen!

March 6, 2012



Brute Force,the Smile Assistor in Cleveland, with Daughter of Force at Pat’s In The Flats

February 25, 2012

BRUTE DOCUMENTARY AT SXSW

February 9, 2012

Brute’s Brit Buds B Jammin’

December 23, 2011

Misty’s Big Adventure – Where Do Jam Jars Go At Xmas Time?

Excellent music video for Misty’s Big Adventure’s song “Where Do Jam Jars Go At Xmas Time?”



King of Fuh Alive In The Material World!!

October 25, 2011

In the biography, George Harrison Living In The Material World, by Olivia Harrison, George writes about a day in his life in his diary from Jan. 10, 1969, and King of Fuh was included! The diary entry also appears in the documentary of the same title, directed by Martin Scorsese, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOWUle0grm8, with the words read by George’s son, Dhani.

An article by Paul Theroux in Newsweek Magazine of 10/03/11 describes that day in George’s life:
“Harrison’s departure from the Beatles was abrupt and without regret. Scorsese has footage of some singular bickering between George and Paul. In what seems just another detail in a busy day, George writes in his diary for Jan. 10, 1969, ‘Got up went to Twickenham rehearsed until lunchtime—left the Beatles—went home, and in the evening did King of Fuh at Trident studio, had chips later,’ as we learn in the film.”
http://www.thedailybeast.com/newsweek/2011/09/25/scorsese-s-new-documentary-on-inscrutable-beatle-george-harrison.html

Thanks to George for including the Fuh King in his diary.



BRUTE IN MUSICAL

October 23, 2011

Brute plays a vendor who sells drug laced sweets in a society
where people must wear barcodes on their wrist so the law
and business can keep track of them.



Extemp Audience Expanded!

September 15, 2011

Brutefan Owen Maercks and Vivian



Brute’s new performance shoes and socks

August 26, 2011

Brute Force's new performance purple Converse sneaks and bright yellow socks

…purple Converse sneaks and bright yellow socks…



Brute meets Barry

July 10, 2011


Brute and Barry Pearl of Grease fame,
currently in Broadway’s Baby It’s You



Blog #2

June 27, 2011

To summer-ize…Something’s missing.

The partay is over. New Year’s confetti is now disappearing in a landfill and the world is waiting for the next shoe to drop,
vis a vis the wars. Although night is still night. Day remains day. The sun is stubbornly resolute and constant. Oceans seem pretty full. Wind hasn’t died down. Rain persists in falling from above. Above, by the way, is still above. The Earth is being chewed up slowly, mine by mine, as block by block developers take time away from their next martini to package people in boxes of concrete and metal, and trumpet progress.

However, the small universe of bacteria really gave the New Year a pass. They just grew and almost held the progress of medical science in disdain as they become stronger. Now going to an emergency ward or staying overnight in a hospital has become an invitation to get a serious infection, at least enough to make the accounts receivable office smile.

Yet something is amiss. Something which I feel an obligation to relate, less we all go pell mell off a cliff or stay huddled in the corner of an attic, or wait on some line…not really cognizant of what is happening. And that thing which is amiss amidst all of this? Well, as we hear the news, read the newspaper, or the latest Internet News report, see the outrage on TV, we are missing something. That something is quite invisible and so it’s comforting in a way to know that we’re missing something but yet we can’t see what we’re missing. Yet one has to crawl out of bed in the morning, and peek through the venetian blinds. What does one see? Oh…it’s only the backyard!

To consider that all the progress, the hustle and bustle, the Election, the News, and of course the Ignorance that is the War and Cruelty, is occurring in our backyard, our Homeland Planet Earth, all at the same time that we are traveling thru space, is a worthy consideration. All this goes on as we hurtle and spin towards an unknown destination. And not even The Buddha, Allah, Hashem, Moses, Krishna, Mohammed, Jah, Jesus Christ, Zoroaster, Lao Tse, or Brahma, Reverend Al, Mayor Mike or all of the Nobel Peace Prize winners or losers ( might as well mention Britney), know the Unknown Destination toward which we travel.

Yet, that’s not the unsettling part of all this. It’s that this complete, idiotic, unconscious bloody mayhem continues after all the thousands and millions of years, all the time our kind has inhabited Earth, and continues in a relatively minuscule space, when comparing Earth to the size of the Universe. Kind of like having a rodeo in a comfy bed and breakfast.

It cries out for one to step back from all of this for just a moment or two, to step back and see one’s apartment or home, to step back and see the block where one lives, then to step back and see the state, and country, then stepping back further to see the planet, see the planet in one’s mind’s eye and then to fly back, away from the planet, to see our homeland Earth disappear into the black of space, then to realize that while not even seen the Earth is engulfed in madness… to travel with the mind beyond our solar system, our galaxy, and then to remember one is still at home in the kitchen, that the patina of aggression and madness is continually occurring, that you just hear a gunshot a few blocks away, that the Prince of Darkness has wed the Maiden of Light , and all of this goes on on a small, teensy bit of rock in an endless universe, while people profess to know answers, and all the time the cycles of cruelty upon cruelty are played out in ritual.

And that is what leaves one to feel that something is amiss.