Welcome to the second installment of Tunes Against Turmoil 2 (the review!) We didn’t finish thanking everyone from the first post about Tunes Against Turmoil 2. First, a thanks to Mr. Steve Marcus, the faculty adviser over the event. He introduced the performers and had a hand in the Darfur Coffee House, a separate effort to raise money through music to aid Doctors Without Borders.
The Egg Harbor Township Police Force did security for the event. They held the fort down well and were very friendly.
ACIR Pro Audio provided the sound setup for the whole event. There were also several other sponsors, listed on the shirt from the first post. This booth was set back 20 feet from the stage and managed the house volume, while the one on stage took care of the monitor volume. Thanks to these competent operators, Tunes Against Turmoil had a flawless live concert.
And of course, how do you not thank the people that came out and bought tickets? They’re the ones that helped raise the money for Doctors Without Borders! Here’s a group enjoying the sun on a blanket.
The “Committee of Conscience” table was located near the food in the back. They hosted the work done by Doctor Jerry Ehrlich.
It showed the darker side for the children of Darfur. Dr. Jerry Ehrlich is a pediatrician that is also a participant in Doctors Without Borders. He asked children to draw what they saw everyday and there was violence in every drawing. Crayons and Paper shows the horrifying images that the children accept as everyday commonplace.
The “Committee of Conscience” table provided framed images to remind the concert-goers that it wasn’t all fun and games.
They had quilts made by the students as well
Doctor Jerry Ehrlich made an appearance and spoke words about the horrible atrocities in Darfur. Here he is speaking in front of the audience. The two students are holding an expanded drawing and an informational poster.
And finally (for this section of the post), thanks goes out to Cole Eubanks and Leon Sangster, the poets that came out to help. Leon Sangster read in a classical style,
This installment ends with the reproduction of his poem, typed below,
What Courage with Ink and Blood Spilt
with thy hands, take thy
ink and spill your accord,
have the peace made on scrolls
have peace with in your house
that bites its thumb at us
face not the sun – but the moon
that wanes into the dying night
where pilgrim scrury in flight
where hand that once prayed
cover the glass, that sees the stage
and hear the clatter, of not applause
but guns that scatter-
six winters cold – and no recourse
blood – of blood -flesh of flesh
the flesh of my flesh
a war child is born
have he not scorn
is it a vice of ours
to watch the tides
days and nights we scower
for food, for safety
our lips dare not whispers sounds
even in mercy – none are crowned
trembling hands that once light pilgrims
traveled lands, now cover the globe
and mask the darkness
Oh, but light that breaks upon
the glass, that lit ther stage
a world did see
lips that utter not against
accrod – now STAND
now stand !
what childhood dreams
are lost –
what kindling shall be sparked
to reuinite such dreams in which
the world is made
have not pitty for the loss
but the pitty of such hearts
that act not, nor see they did not act
beloved, oh lips that once spoke
remember you shall I
bye and by – recant
your place, your words
from this part forward
shall the ears that hear
take but a splinter of truth
and make their own
now with accord hand
upon the scroll of the mind
doth themselves responsibility