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About Me

Songwriter, pianist, musical director, illustrator, activist, producer, gardener and blogger, Baba Buffalo, is a renaissance man. He was born in a frigid Midwestern blizzard of 1982. Growing up, he listened to the sounds of jazz, blues, trees, the news and first began singing Mozart's "The Magic Flute" at age two. Baba grew through many shoes that led him 'cross the great lake of Michigan to the 'between two lakes', of Interlochen Arts Academy. In his late teens, his performance and compositions we're recognized in Downbeat Magazine. The road turned south of the equator at the turn of the 21st century where Baba spent a couple of summers touring Peru with his jazz trio.
Baba went on to study at the New England Conservatory of Music in Boston. After a trip to Europe, Baba heard the road call again, bringing the conservatory years to a close. The young Buffalo left Boston and moved to New York City, from where he toured the U.S. and Canada. He has performed and recorded with many different musical groups in a variety of styles ranging from opera, Sufi, hip-hop, jazz, classical, reggae, ragtime, folk, free and fusion. He has accompanied professional dance companies such as Alvin Alley and Martha Graham. Baba has been a musical director with National Dance Institute of New York since 2004, performing, teaching and musically directing dance residencies in New York City, Connecticut, Colorado & Mexico.On an early June morning in New York City, Baba met his wife, Lizzie West and has been traveling on the road with her, and their Dharma Dog, ever since. In 2007, the duo released, I Pledge Allegiance to Myself on social justice label Appleseed Records. The album received international recognition and had songs featured on Showtime's, The L Word and Democracy Now! After a year of national touring, they released a follow up double-disk live album, The Tumbeweed Cabaret, in 2008.

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My Blog

reciprocate into the air

i don't want to think of youand waste my time and this inkbut i'm at this point i'd like to walk pastand feel i need to capture in song,how college fun can turn into an alcoholic slumand find love thr...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 21:07:00 GMT

what is this man

what is this manthis penis and testiclesthis cracked skin and meat musclethis evolving, devolving ego tucked in a shelland how does it relateto itself and the mirror it reflectsmost often by the first...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 21:47:00 GMT

just because

you see sun rain displaced in a basementmixed up with paint chipsi can't see through this placementthere's too much at stake kidlet's flee to a market andlook for a targetforget what we came forand fi...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 20:38:00 GMT

lilac lips

you've waited for springwith lilac wishing lipsand now that their brilliantpurple begins to fade againyou reminise over forgotton kissesstationed in distant placesleaving twig tracesof ancient facesfo...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 19:51:00 GMT

misfit clothesline

your words confuse meorganized in such a waythat i can't grapple their meaningstrung together like a misfit clothesline i don't wonder what you're thinkingrather, what your thinking sparks me to quest...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 20:22:00 GMT

keep breathing

cast the sorrow seeking daggerthat plummets it's sheathinto the intense stormy weatherof your beating soul,away from the anguishit laps with its sharpforked tongue,it is not the answerthat a plethora ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Feb 2009 19:42:00 GMT

into flame

oh how the flame bends and twistsknowing exactly where to burnsucking the oxygen of life intoits brilliant lairloquaciously licking the loginto gray dustneither knowing where the othercame frombut bot...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 20:14:00 GMT

in a dance eternal

when you feel there is nothing to do,do somethingwhen you feel your mind zip to multiple area codes,memories and moodswithin a span of a day, an hour, a minute,take a deep breath and think about the a...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 06:11:00 GMT

hoot

the dust of alice licks the crusted hippie hairs off the silent surrender of smilesdeeply embedded into the fabric of lifegenerations faced to space togetherhanding torches in spot lights of historyth...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 06:23:00 GMT

bo peeps

there might be reason to believethat deep inside us lies a needto share what we conceiveand wear it proud upon our sleeveso that all the world can seethough it might hurt and maybe bleedon the blade o...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 04:14:00 GMT