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Things have been very busy these past few months.....its already October had I haven't updated my blog in nearly 4 months! So here is the pictorial review....lots of pictures....a few sound files....some videos...and even soma little personal/private information. Now...let me hear back from you!! Be well.
Darnell
PS. I am in the process of planning for my new website.....time for a face-lift....a new look...a bright new concept.....please let me know your thoughts....advice...or recommendations on how I can improve upon it. Thanks.
"For Memories Sake - Father Daughter Dance"
Uncle Dan goes to the "Father Daughter Dance" with his nieces
I really must learn to do the electric slide. I am an Alpha and can't even stroll....let alone step!!!
In June of 2007, I had the opportunity to attend an appreciation service celebrating the life and legacy of Rose Marie Rimson Brown. This woman has been an active and celebrated recording artist for over 50 years but has never received the recognition (or renumeration) she rightfully deserves.
Click below to see a video of Rose singing for the late Dr. Mattie Moss Clark and the famed Southwest Michigan State Choir
YouTube - Mattie Moss Clark "Write My Name Above"
The service was awesome. Master musicians and vocal technicians from all over the Midwest came to the small Fountain Church of God in Christ in Ann Arbor, Michigan to demonstrate their love and appreciation of Madame Brown. It was truly an honor to be numbered among them.Click here to hear my impromptu remarks. - Rose Brown appreciation service
Click here to hear my attempt at "a verse and a chorus" - Darnell sings "Christ the Solid Rock"
Years ago....we in the COGIC and Pentecostal church circles had what we called "Midnight Musicals." Basically....this was organized as a late night church service that feature Gospel music as the main focus....they generally happenend on Friday night.....and though perhaps unspoken at the time.....I am sure it was meant to be an alternative to going to the clubs....a way of keeping the young people of the streets and in the church house. In any case....these service would start late in the evening.....like around 9 or 10 pm.....though some literally did start at 12midnight....and would feature an array of local and regional talent.
Detroit was a hot-bed for these type of services and depending on who coordinated the services....you may have a program with a teen-aged Thomas Whitfield, the Clark Sisters, Vanessa Bell Armstrong, and the Winans Family all on the same night!....(along with a host of other equally talent singers and musicians). Very often the programs would run over their time and there would still be singers who had yet to be presented.....so rather than denying them the opportunity to sing....or suffer through 2-3 of their prepared selections...the program coordinator would tell the singer to "just give us a verse and a chorus".
Well this meant that the singer would need to convey all aspects of ones aptitude....ability....and artistry....in 60-90 seconds.....the space of a verse and a chorus from your favorite hymn. Many good singers failed to deliver....not because of a lack of talent but because they just did not understand how to "build a song". They would either start too low and not go any where....or they would start at full throttle and have no where else left to go. Therein lies the difference between a performer and an artist. Command of ones instrument allows one to perform/present......command of ones artistry allows one to transcend and truly become the testimony of the song/lyric/music.
Pioneers like Rose Marie now how to take a verse and chorus from a simple hymn....and in a matter of 60-90 seconds will take you from 2 to 10.......(on a scale of a 1-10).....She will start from a childlike whisper and in a matter of moments......soar to a soul stirring holler. Now understand....the scale is NOT about the quality of ones voice....but about ones ability to communicate with and move the spirit of the listener. Unfortunately....this is a dying art among most Pentecostals. Many singers today will sing a whole song and still never do anything that stirs the hearts of the people.
In terms of my presentation of "Christ the Solid Rock" I give myself a 4 to 7. Clearly....I need to work on it.
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Martina Arroyo Foundation - Prelude to Performance Summer Opera Program in NYC, 2007.
Steven Horak, Metropolitan Opera Makeup/Wigs Designer, masterfully facilitates a session on make-up for singers for color. (The week prior, he gave equal time to general make-up for singers.)
I first met Ms. Roberts at regionals for the Marian Anderson Voice Competition in San Francisco. She took first place. I finished third.

Charles Caine, former Metropolitan Opera Costume Designer of 20-plus years, is responsible for helping us attain such a high level of authenticity in our appearance.


Scene from Hoffmann....Darnell as Crespel
Click here to hear him sing his aria

And yes....I really do LOVE New York!
A street scene in Harlem...somewhere near Amersterdam and 139th
Delectable!

"HIStory in the Making"
ANSWER: Not during his lifetime. But because of his relationship to Jewell Henry Arthur Callis it was deemed appropriate and indeed adopted that he be inducted posthumously as an honorary member.
I wept.
Reflection is good for the soul.
At age 19, I organized my first gospel music workshop in the city of Lansing Michigan. The event drew a 120-voice mass choir and over 450 concert attendees. My special guest were Dr. Mattie Moss Clark, Dorinda Clark, Twinkie Clark Terrell, and the Michigan State Community Choir.

Tindley Boys Choir.....1998
I wonder where these youngsters are today?

These young men had the opportunity to travel to South Africa and sing for president Mandela at his guest home in Peoria.
Matthew Eashman, Anthony Eashman, (College grads and members of Kappa Alpha Psi), Jacore Baptiste (yes the recording artist), and Duriel Davis (Fashion Model)

Darnell and the Piney Woods Quartet with then former General Colin Powell at the Congressional Black Caucus Dinner in Washington DC
(Yes....I know quartet means for....and quintet means five.....but I learned very early when traveling with young voices....subject to change...that if your presentation is based on 4-part harmony....it is best to bring a flexible 'spare'...a back-up...as it were...in case singing one of the youth takes ill or goes through a vocal change on the road)

And about the quartet/quintet thing.....it was a good 'attention getter'


Piney Woods Quartet sings Lift Every Voice and Sing in both French and English inside a slave dungeon at Goree Island, Senegal
I strive to lead a transparent life. Yes...I have some things that are personal...and some that are private....but I have very few things that would classify as "a secret".....and far less that I would consider embarrassing. (Thank God) Some stuff in life....I just don't have an ego about......and so....I share the following.....with the hope that somebody out there is able to look beyond the delicacies of the personal details and is encouraged by overarching message therein.
June 14, 2007
Dear Shawn and Kimberly,
About 2 ½ weeks ago, I left New York with approximately $140 in the bank and traveled there on Greyhound from New York. I went to do Detroit area auditions for COLORS, to work on my upcoming opera roles and to visit with my family. I was there for 10 days…ran low on funds…and to top it off…ended up missing my flight out…and had to stay an extra 3 days during which time I had to "find" $200 for a new ticket. Thanks to a friend who loaned me the money, I was able to return to New York via plane on Monday June 11.
Just before leaving the house in Flint and as I was saying my goodbye blessings, my mother very quietly slipped something into my jacket pocket. This was, for me, a first. I don't ever recall her doing this before. Nevertheless, without any fanfare, I gave her a quiet nod to acknowledge my receipt. When I got to the car I discovered that she had given me $10…..what was probably her last $10. I was almost overcome with a rush of emotion. Boyish surprise…at the thought of a mother who still knows how to create those…."Christmas-like moments" for her now adult children. Then there was the feeling of deep desperation and self-disappointment for being in a position where my mother is (yet again) giving me her last $10. Then there was a flash of angst and anger….as I started pleading with God…"How long is this to be my course in life?"…"When will I ever be in a place of unquestionable provision?" Then…as quickly as I began…I stopped my talk to God. Less for reason for a repentant heart…but more so for fear if I continued…I would just lose it emotionally. Then everyone would be asking me "what's wrong?....why are you crying so…and acting a fool?"
No one knew that I was leaving Flint with $3 on my person…(mostly in change…because I knew it takes $2 in COINS to ride the bus from the airport to 125th in Harlem…..and then it's $2 to take the subway from 125th to 145th. I knew I would be a dollar short…so I was prepared to walk the remaining 20 blocks….wearing a conservative corporate blue blazer….burdened with luggage….well after midnight….through Harlem!!...NOT advisable) Well know….because of my mother….I had $13! THAT would be enough to use public transportation back to the apartment AND make 4 one-way trips down to 86th Street for opera rehearsal with the Arroyo program next week…(and….I was prepared to walk from rehearsal back up to 145th Street…as I did much of last summer.)
Most people would probably agree that it is always a bitter-sweet feeling to go through ones postal mail upon return from an extended travel. It is a sense of sweet anticipation because you wonder if you will get anything along the lines of a personal letter…or at least something interesting. And it is bitter disappointment because the mailbox is usually flooded with bills and junk mail. I was so pleased to see the large manila envelop from you and Kimberly. Because of the size and padding I was expecting some photos of you and the family….or perhaps a CD of some of your latest musical developments. In my hast to delve into the contents, I misappropriated the scissors and cut of an edge of the documents therein. I was reminded to take my time and be more careful.
You cannot begin to imagine my overwhelming surprise when I discovered that there was an envelope inside the manila one….and that it had an official looking document in it…AND…with my name on it. At first I thought you had sent it to me in error….then I thought perhaps it was some other form that I needed to fill out for your college stuff…..then I saw that it looked more like a check rather than a recommendation form. So then I thought….maybe it was some time of well-intentioned gag gift….(like a fake promissory note or something)….one of those elaborate Hallmark gift-card type of things.
When I discovered that it was indeed a check….and that it was for me….and in THAT amount…..I was stupefied...speechless….and in a genuine state of shock…I literally had to take a seat. Then I was flush with regret….and repentance for having questioned God in such a manner. To learn from your letter that you (by the leading of the Holy Ghost) had set this provision set aside for me weeks ago was truly overwhelming. And I began to hate that part of myself that questions the mind and manner of God.
In all of this…I have learned….that….my faith is not yet perfected….not nearly…there are still shadows of doubt…that are more easily revealed when I am afflicted….destitute…and absent from His touch. I now know…however….that these are the times when my faith should be at its strongest…."when I am at my weakest"…for that is when He reveals the more of Himself….His strength…and His glory. "Correction is the key to perfection"….and I now stand corrected…..and moving toward perfection.
I have also learned that YES….there truly are people in my life who genuinely appreciate…love…and care for me. Most people would not even think that I would be one given to bouts of depression…..or thoughts of self-hate and suicide. Most would not imagine that I am often overshadowed by a feeling of loneliness…desperation….and despair….or that I view most of my so-called "accomplishments" in life as empty…and meaningless.
Through this I have (re)learned that there IS a God….He has a plan….and there are people connected to me and in my life who will help Him activate…support….and carryout His plan for me and my life. I am so thankful to God for you both….for being a part of His plan for me!!...and for what you did. The money gave me a huge relief from my current financial concerns. Moreover…..I am grateful for the way in which God used you to teach me a great spiritual lesson.
I really cannot begin to thank you enough.
Ever and always,
Darnell
To the friends and family of Cedric Van Anderson.....I would just like to say that my thoughts and prayers are with you at this time of great loss. I knew Cedric from his days at Piney Woods....I knew him to be a quite....gentle....respectful and somewhat unassuming young man. He was a rising basketball star who also had periphery interest in music and learning to play the piano. If I recall correctly....he (like so many other young men) wanted to be able to play the piano well enough to serenade and charm young lady friend. But in actuality.....(at least from outside appearances) he was really not the type of person who would need any extra help in charming the ladies.
Cedric took to me as something of a mentor figure. He even vied for membership in the Alpha Esquires program - a young men's leadership development club that I helped to organize there. I would always ride him about hanging his head. I desperately wanted him to understand that.....as a 6'5" high school sophomore basketball player....more importantly....as a Black man in America....as a future father....and leader.....etc....he could ill afford to be perceived and defined as anything other than regal in disposition....upright and statuesque. And there were other lessons shared on character....manhood.....brotherhood...and leadership.
Our interactions were always worthy of the time shared. I can recall times counseling with him through points of fear, rage, and sadness. And of course there were many more happier times. Unfortunately, my tenure at Piney Woods ended about a 1 before his graduation.....and before we could complete some of those lessons. Since then I have often wondered about how he was doing.....how he was getting along. And we twice came close to connecting in person.....but something came up.
I am so sad to learn of the end of his life....particularly by his own hand. I would be less than honest to not submit to you that I too have considered self-cessation. In fact, suicide rates among young Black males 14-29 have quadrupled over the past 30 years. As it is....life is too short....it is certainly too short to live not happy. I truly wish Ced's could have discovered a greater sense of peace, purpose, and happiness.....and I wish I could have been an instrument to that end.
NO....I do not feel guilty.....but... YES.....I wish to God I had done more......tried harder.....been there for him more often. As I have for nearly 10 years now......I cherish the memories we made back in his early high school days.....and I wish we had purposed to made some new ones.
"Watch your thoughts....they become your words...watch your words...they become your actions....watch your actions....they become your habits....watch your habits...they become your character....watch your character...it becomes your destiny. Character equals destiny"
Of the many poems I made him to recite, this is the one for which he was most fond. I wish I could have know his thoughts....I wish I could have helped him to imbibe and cultivate ones truly worthy of his calling and destiny. He is now beyond the influence of man....and is completely in the hands of God. There is no safer place.
So......this is how I remember Cedric.....as a warm.....gentle.....fun-loving....quite...
temperamental but respectful teenager....with a great smile. :-) I will continue to remember him as such...regardless of how other people may remember him for whatever his final deeds were in this life.
And...I will be reminded of Cedric Van Anderson when next I encounter another promising young man looking for some direction, guidance, and mentorship. And God-willing....I will commit myself to do as much as I can to make a more lasting impact...and hopefully....to make a difference toward their greater destiny.
Be well dear Cedric,
Darnell Ishmel
Choral Master / Professor of Music
Piney Woods School, 1994-97