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EVERY ONE HAS A STORY.

 


Like the suitcase,
my family has survived.

 

i am the first born son of Jews who fled from Nazi Germany in the late 1930s.

In the early part of the 20th Century, before the Holocaust, Germany was one of the safest places in the world for Jews.  My relatives lived in the same environment that produced Sigmund Freud, Gustav Mahler, Albert Einstein - at one point, germany was a golden paradise for jewish people. in less than a decade, that all ended. 

In 2016, a suitcase was found in a little antique store in the czech republic. It miraculously made its way to me in Nashville, TN. The suitcase had the name 'julius israel lorsch' inscribed inside, along with a transport number. julius was my great-uncle. 

this project serves to tell my family's story through music. it reflects the hopes, dreams, Resilience , and vulnerability of the immigrant experience - it's a story of refugees and community;
a story of survival.   


The Suitcase IS A ONE MAN, one hour SHOW that blends narrative storytelling with MUSIC. THE MUSIC IS ALL ORIGINAL AND PERFORMED LIVE USING LOOPING TECHNOLOGY TO WEAVE LAYERED STORY THROUGH CLASSICAL STRING INSTRUMENTS.

please reach out if you are interested in learning more about the suitcase, investing in the project,
or to share something that relates to your own family’s story.

thank you.     


tim

 

"One measure of a true work of art is its power to change a person.
The Suitcase transforms people. It is timely, wise, and beautiful."
~ Bob Raines, Ph.D. ; Honors Program Coordinator, Jackson State Community College

 

"Suffering and joy teach us, if we allow them, how to make the leap of empathy, which transports us into the soul and heart of another person. In those transparent moments we know other people’s joys and sorrows, and we care about their concerns as if they were our own."
~ Fritz Williams

“Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.” 
~ Sue Monk Kidd

Upcoming live performances