e.m.burke

About E. M. Burke

He writes. He edits. He researches. He manages stages, both theatrical and Jungian.
And he can cook.
Writer, researcher, obsessive collector. I’m working on a book and exploring the possibilities of making it a graphic novel.

I’m learning how to draw again and create digital art to storyboard the development
and I’m looking for someone who would be interested in illustrating it. Want to see some more of what I’ve been doing? Please go HERE.

A brief contextual hypertext biography.

I’ve been doing freelance theater production and management work for twenty-five years.

I write when I can and am working on a book. That’s really what this site is all about.

I played guitar and synthesizer in a couple of bands in the early eighties. Discovered that I prefer experimentation and composing more than performing.

I’ve composed some music which has been part of a couple of performances. You can hear some of it on soundcloud and reverbnation. My music and a couple of books on experimental music are registered with ASCAP.

Studied journalism. I’m still studying it, just not in a formal setting.

Worked as a writer/ reporter/ photographer for stint.

Worked in a variety of restaurants in a variety of roles for many years. Wrote a cooking blog for a while which you can read here.
(It’s on a discontinued platform and has a lot of dead links)

I also made spice seasonings and sold them online through etsy.

Contributed to an independent zine called “The Gregarious Monk” with a few folks.

I had a world music show called “Grooved Pavement” on WMUA 91.1 FM for five years. There are playlists of the shows posted here.
(Also on a discontinued platform with dead links)

Started a non-profit theater arts collaborative. Wrote a few pieces and presented them. Technically, it still exists. This is where the “Ishah ‘El” name in the url started.

I’ve designed and created a few websites.

I’ve performed on stage in an operetta with notable Nobel Prize recipients who dressed like sheep and pranced around while I sang.

I met Steven Hawking in what may have been one of the most embarrassing moments of his adult life. He was stuck on a wheel chair lift after speaking to a packed lecture hall. We helped rescue him.


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