Emil does “Amok Monologues” in SF at the I-Hotel Manilatown site on the 90th Anniversary of his father’s arrival…. Aug. 17 in SF…. Donation: $10.
See a review of the show at the Orlando Fringe Festival 2018:
Here’s what critics have said during my “Bang a gong, get it on” World Tour:
“Stand-up, monologue, rant?….Enjoy trying to keep pace with Guillermo’s brilliant mind… Funny, poignant.”— Orlando Weekly.
“Keeps audience engaged.” — Orlando Sentinel
“Charismatic…Guillermo’s life is one worth exploring.” — DC Metro Theater Arts
“Excellent…Emil Guillermo knows how to tell a story and that ability sets “Amok Monologues above other solo shows.” — San Diego Story
Now for this week, and for every month ongoing, come to Stockton to the FANHS Museum for First Sundays with Emil Amok starting Aug. 5, 2pm.
It’s a presentation/workshop of my Amok Monologues, and a workshop with audience members on how to find, write, and tell their stories. Donation: $10
Aug. 5 in Stockton First Sundays with Emil Amok at the FANHS Museum in Stockton to benefit the museum.
Aug. 17 in San Francisco “Amok Monologues: All Pucked Up”
to benefit Manilatown Heritage Foundation.
First Sundays with Emil Amok…..Starting this Sunday, Aug. 5th! 2pm…. in Stockton.
After a successful soft launch last week, we’re all set to do a workshop of my solo show, “Amok Monologues: All Pucked Up,” at the Filipino American National Historical Society Museum in Stockton, CA EVERY FIRST SUNDAY….
STARTING AUGUST. 5 at 2pm, 337 E. Weber in Stockton
Suggested donation: $10
And as a BONUS: There’s a storytelling workshop where we develop your stories!
Help the FANHS National Museum and come see me grow my show every month. PLUS: Bonus workshop on how to tell your stories.
Come back each month and be part of the telling and learning!
First Sundays at the FANHS National Museum in Stockton at 2pm….
Starting August 5. See the museum, then see the show!
Suggested donation: $10.
This is the evolution of my show that I started touring last year in San Diego and Baltimore, and then this year in Orlando.
See what one unrelated, non-Filipino critic said, here.
Here’s where you can see me go amok .
For East Coast folks, I’m bringing “Amok” to Baltimore’s Charm City Fringe Festival, Nov. 4, 5, 11, 12.
Lots to do in Baltimore. Go to Little Italy. Then head to the Bromo Arts district and see a Little Filipino show.
The Amok Monologues are my stories told live taken from the columns I’ve written and my experiences as a an American Filipino growing up in the U.S., and working in the media.
It’s funny, tragic, provocative personal history.
An American Filipino story.
Come and by and go “Amok.” And if you can’t make it, contact me and I’ll bring it to your city!
Dear Amok readers:
You may have noticed, I haven’t always been posting here on my site.
My plan is to post my podcast here, a return to my radio days.
Real audio where you can hear stuff like I did on NPR.
So look for the podcast soon.
I am also working on some live performance projects.
A solo show on American Filipinos, “All Pucked Up.”
Some stand up for those with short-attention spans.
After dinner speeches for those with iron stomachs.
E-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org to book or for information on coming shows, mics, black box appearances, pop ups, etc.
In the meantime, I’m writing a lot about the campaign and other news on the AALDEF blog,
And here on the Diverse blog.
And on Asian American issues in general on the NBC News.com website.
So lots of places to go amok, besides right here at amok.com.
Recently, it was National Dog Day, and I posted a picture of Willie, a mutt I named after my Dad. Willie used to sing every time he heard a ringtone of some sort. And then the music died.
I miss both Willies.
And of course, to read a little more about me, go here.
Now pardon me, while I school this tall guy in how to play ball in a suit and tie.
I was young when I knew I would be a writer, or somehow be in the media. At five, I was already practicing my standups.
So is it a surprise I’m still a member of AAJA?
At the 15th Asian American Journalists Association convention being held in San Francisco:
I saw a woman I met at a previous AAJA who told me she was taking a leave to have a baby. With her female partner.
I saw a person with his wife and two young kids, making it a family vacation. Last I heard, he was not regularly employed.
I saw old friends who were recently laid off or forcibly retired.
I saw a guy who could have been my boss had he taken a job ten years ago, but who is now happy as a stay-at-home-dad.
I saw an old agent, who is now a “producer.”
I saw a former colleague still trying to make the transition to digital.
And then there was a guy who showed me his gold watch after 25 years in one place. And another guy who told me his company didn’t give out gold watches. Not even after close to 40 years. The paycheck was enough.
Lots of stories at AAJA about the evolution of the media and the media worker.
And as tough as some tales were, there were signs of hope too.
Young guys still climbing the market ladder getting air-time coming up to me saying they saw an old tape of mine, thanking me for showing the way. Another guy getting a national shot as a fill-in on a big time show.
We’re all still there because AAJA always felt like a safe place to gather once a year and reassess why we still do what we do.
It’s a smaller gathering these days. Many have left the business, burned out, bitter, bummed. Or becoming lawyers. Involved in some other way with life.
But many of us, after all these years are still here. Because the paycheck alone never defined us.
This is what we do.
On the race beat, we were all wearying of Rachel Dolezal’s tale knowing there was something more important to talk about.
But Dylann Roof’s old fashioned racism with the fresh-faced millennial look wouldn’t have been my first choice among replacement subjects.
Roof’s massacre was deplorable. And his tirade against blacks, sounded like the things said about Filipino immigrants like my Dad in one of the most racist periods in California in the 20s and 30s.
My cousin Stephen, an immigrant who had naturalized as an American, a proud Asian American of Filipino descent, was shot and killed a year ago.
So far, the family has seen no medical examiner’s report.
No police report.
Maybe none of it ever happened?
Do Asian American lives matter?
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