A MUSICIAN’S JOURNEY

When When Ira Marlowe was fourteen, his father scoffed at his plans to be a rock star.  “Son,” he cautioned, “many are called, but few are chosen.”  Now, after decades in music—strolling with his guitar between the tables of a Howard Johnson’s, singing at a circumcision, being spit at by a spoiled-rotten four-year-old—he finds, to his great surprise, that he's more excited than ever.  These days he’s no longer that concerned about being chosen.  He knows he's lucky to still feel called.

Along this bumpy journey, he’s ventured into kids’ music, musical theater, teaching, screenwriting and in 2012 he even opened his own venue -- The Monkey House.  Located on Berkeley’s University Avenue, it’s a fifty-seat theater hosting songwriters, comedians, actors, storytellers, magicians – anyone offering thoughtful, in-person entertainment.

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