Retaining optimism...unabridged.
Things are just kind of going to shit.
Things exploding, people dying, a fucking lunatic asinine
president.... I've heard of at least 6 deaths amongst people I know
in the past month. Sunday at work, a sprinkle head popped off inside
the cathedral ceiling of the bar area of the restaurant. It dripped
steadily until the frozen pipe burst and we watched a hellacious
rainstorm come thrashing down on the bar, and quickly begin to flood
the restaurant floor, then moments later were evacuated by the
onslaught of fire trucks and policemen. One of my best Jersey
friends (Glor) had a frozen pipe burst in her house and flood the basement later that
afternoon. The next day two different sets of customers inquired
about the damage, and revealed their pipes had burst within the past
week. And Monday, the Brooklyn Bridge was closed due to a Manhole
exploding. No - it's not the apocalypse; it's just fucking cold.
The average temp has been hovering about 10 degrees for the
past two weeks.
But so what. Here's the real "world ending" saga:
(*sarcasm)
My tour was cancelled.
I kind of thought I'd just cut myself off from any social contact for
about three months and just wallow in self pity. Of course, I think
I filled my nervous breakdown quota for atleast the next five years
in my last months in Flagstaff (between Chinook and simply leaving my home and sanctuary and loved ones for that hell that is Parsippany,NJ) and my hell with radio
station psycho boss leading to dream job loss. So...breakdown is just not necessary.
Plus...by the time I could fit one into my schedule three days had
gone by!
I was at an audition for "Lion King" when I got the phone
call. The audition was at the National Black Theatre in Harlem.
Getting there was interesting. I saw literally two other white
people on the streets, and I stood on the corner of Malcolm X Blvd &
Martin Luther King, Jr. Ave two days before His national holiday,
just soaking in the experience of being a minority for awhile. It
was 9:15am and I was #322 signing in at auditions. I was chilling
with some sistas; we'd been chatting for about 3 hours and I told
them about my good fortune of landing this tour about 10 minutes
before my phone rang and the stranger on the other end told me it was
cancelled. After some commiseration, one holding room companion said, "you best go cry & tear some shit up in a corner, get it out of your system, and go
give these folks the best damn audition of your life."
I liked that advice.
After hyperventilation in some corner (it was a great theatre/gorgeous building/ fabulous facility, btw!), I asked someone if #322 would be seen by 5pm, when I had to get work.
At this point it is around noon. The answer was no. I left. Totally
bummed. This would have been the first audition since December, when
I learned of my tour score. And, as much as I believe most of my
auditions are for untouchable roles solely for the experience, I
really believe this one was realistic. Casting for multiple tours &
broadway, of a show where looks don't matter for hundreds of singing
& swaying "blade of grass" type roles.
From the audition I went to lunch with a friend and bitched about
wanting to sue; how can they psyche us up, have us sign contracts &
memorize lines only to cancel ONE WEEK before tour!? I'm sure some
people quit their jobs & sublet their apartments and shit.
I'm lucky in that respect. At the restaurant my boss & co-workers
celebrated the fact that I was sticking around. It was incredibly sweet!!!
And then the pipes burst.
Why cancelled, you ask?
Because our asshole President is sending us to into an unwanted war
based on personal vengeance, while ignoring imminent threats like
Korea and the deficit & is cutting funding for things like The Arts and
Education, which - of course - help provide funding for Children's
Educational Theatre Tours.
Blah. I could go on about the Bushmesiter for quite awhile. But
this is already too long and my personal stories are far more
important than politics so your spared.
Sense the sarcasm.
More about me:
The closest said tour would have come to AZ was Texas, Wyoming &
Montana. Our expected itinerary had us over there towards the end of
Feb, beginning of March. With weekends off, I kind of expected to be
able to take a train in & show up at Theatrikos & catch a
"Shakespeare" show.
And my funded cross country tour to research my planned, best-seller:
Guide To Great Coffee Shops is out! ;)
I wonder if any of the things that occupy my day dreams will ever
come to pass.
My positive justification for "why?!"....
The past few months I've worked my ass off, ignored auditions (which
were sparse & lame in the dead of winter, comparatively), paid off
most of my debt (pat on the back in order, I believe!) & been soaring
with glee (often reaching states of hyper mania I think y'all have
probably witnessed on occasion) all due to having this dream to look
forward to. I wouldn't have accomplished as much without receiving
that role. Now, all the really good auditions are coming up next
month - summer stock, regional theatre, Shakespeare fests - all of
which are infinitely more prestigious than Childrens' Ed & all
auditions take place while I should've been away. And MANY films are
being shot in the area starting in a few weeks and going all spring.
I land any of these other opportunities and I'm better off than I was
with the tour.
Back to the drawing board...the audition holding room...whatever!
Big dreams, better realities and less explosions...Cheers! (Ta!)
Things are just kind of going to shit.
Things exploding, people dying, a fucking lunatic asinine
president.... I've heard of at least 6 deaths amongst people I know
in the past month. Sunday at work, a sprinkle head popped off inside
the cathedral ceiling of the bar area of the restaurant. It dripped
steadily until the frozen pipe burst and we watched a hellacious
rainstorm come thrashing down on the bar, and quickly begin to flood
the restaurant floor, then moments later were evacuated by the
onslaught of fire trucks and policemen. One of my best Jersey
friends (Glor) had a frozen pipe burst in her house and flood the basement later that
afternoon. The next day two different sets of customers inquired
about the damage, and revealed their pipes had burst within the past
week. And Monday, the Brooklyn Bridge was closed due to a Manhole
exploding. No - it's not the apocalypse; it's just fucking cold.
The average temp has been hovering about 10 degrees for the
past two weeks.
But so what. Here's the real "world ending" saga:
(*sarcasm)
My tour was cancelled.
I kind of thought I'd just cut myself off from any social contact for
about three months and just wallow in self pity. Of course, I think
I filled my nervous breakdown quota for atleast the next five years
in my last months in Flagstaff (between Chinook and simply leaving my home and sanctuary and loved ones for that hell that is Parsippany,NJ) and my hell with radio
station psycho boss leading to dream job loss. So...breakdown is just not necessary.
Plus...by the time I could fit one into my schedule three days had
gone by!
I was at an audition for "Lion King" when I got the phone
call. The audition was at the National Black Theatre in Harlem.
Getting there was interesting. I saw literally two other white
people on the streets, and I stood on the corner of Malcolm X Blvd &
Martin Luther King, Jr. Ave two days before His national holiday,
just soaking in the experience of being a minority for awhile. It
was 9:15am and I was #322 signing in at auditions. I was chilling
with some sistas; we'd been chatting for about 3 hours and I told
them about my good fortune of landing this tour about 10 minutes
before my phone rang and the stranger on the other end told me it was
cancelled. After some commiseration, one holding room companion said, "you best go cry & tear some shit up in a corner, get it out of your system, and go
give these folks the best damn audition of your life."
I liked that advice.
After hyperventilation in some corner (it was a great theatre/gorgeous building/ fabulous facility, btw!), I asked someone if #322 would be seen by 5pm, when I had to get work.
At this point it is around noon. The answer was no. I left. Totally
bummed. This would have been the first audition since December, when
I learned of my tour score. And, as much as I believe most of my
auditions are for untouchable roles solely for the experience, I
really believe this one was realistic. Casting for multiple tours &
broadway, of a show where looks don't matter for hundreds of singing
& swaying "blade of grass" type roles.
From the audition I went to lunch with a friend and bitched about
wanting to sue; how can they psyche us up, have us sign contracts &
memorize lines only to cancel ONE WEEK before tour!? I'm sure some
people quit their jobs & sublet their apartments and shit.
I'm lucky in that respect. At the restaurant my boss & co-workers
celebrated the fact that I was sticking around. It was incredibly sweet!!!
And then the pipes burst.
Why cancelled, you ask?
Because our asshole President is sending us to into an unwanted war
based on personal vengeance, while ignoring imminent threats like
Korea and the deficit & is cutting funding for things like The Arts and
Education, which - of course - help provide funding for Children's
Educational Theatre Tours.
Blah. I could go on about the Bushmesiter for quite awhile. But
this is already too long and my personal stories are far more
important than politics so your spared.
Sense the sarcasm.
More about me:
The closest said tour would have come to AZ was Texas, Wyoming &
Montana. Our expected itinerary had us over there towards the end of
Feb, beginning of March. With weekends off, I kind of expected to be
able to take a train in & show up at Theatrikos & catch a
"Shakespeare" show.
And my funded cross country tour to research my planned, best-seller:
Guide To Great Coffee Shops is out! ;)
I wonder if any of the things that occupy my day dreams will ever
come to pass.
My positive justification for "why?!"....
The past few months I've worked my ass off, ignored auditions (which
were sparse & lame in the dead of winter, comparatively), paid off
most of my debt (pat on the back in order, I believe!) & been soaring
with glee (often reaching states of hyper mania I think y'all have
probably witnessed on occasion) all due to having this dream to look
forward to. I wouldn't have accomplished as much without receiving
that role. Now, all the really good auditions are coming up next
month - summer stock, regional theatre, Shakespeare fests - all of
which are infinitely more prestigious than Childrens' Ed & all
auditions take place while I should've been away. And MANY films are
being shot in the area starting in a few weeks and going all spring.
I land any of these other opportunities and I'm better off than I was
with the tour.
Back to the drawing board...the audition holding room...whatever!
Big dreams, better realities and less explosions...Cheers! (Ta!)
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