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4/30/01: Here is an update on the status of a replacement answering machine for the (Julie Lee manned) Audition Hotline. Julie has received pledges of $200 towards the $315 machine. She will not order the machine until she has hard cash in her hands. It amazes me, with the number of people showing up auditions because of this Audition Hotline that the more than eight theater companies in town don't just send in a check for forty bucks each. But what the hell, people will blow $120 for an Absolut induced headache, but they won't pony up anything at all for something actually constructive. Gawd, is my Phoenix/Scottsdale a hick town or what? Phone 996-5432 to pledge if you wish.
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4/28/01: As you might have guessed, I brought a passel of head shots to Actorfest-2001. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with them, but I dutifully stuffed them into my formerly stylish Kipling twenty two pirranha pocketed backpack. Much to my surprise, each meeting I attended had boxes to leave head shots for the agent, manager or casting directors to pick out and peruse at their own leisure. Along with my resumé, as a gentleman, I also flinged the head shots my Arizona traveling partner had toted along. Of course I realized that it was silly for myself to expect to hear the ting-a-ling of my phone in Scottsdale when I arrived back. That's because great talent is rarely discovered without great trauma. (Grin.) However, Renee, my acting buddy did get a call from Bonnie Howard of Howard Talent.
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4/26/01: Well, now it's been four days since The Taming of the Shrew went dark. And for the first time after the run of a show, I am not emotionally in the dumps. Is that good? Well, after the show closes it is probably good not to be distraught at the parting of my fellow thespians. But in my case it is bad. Why? Because it informs me that I never put in the necessary emotional work on my character or on my character's relationships with the stage persona's of the other actors. Feeling like I do today, I now understand how many actors can just take or leave stage work . . . because today, I feel hollow. I feel like I didn't even try. I feel like I just exited a job I didn't particularly care for.
"My cake is dough."
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4/24/01: Master Thespian heard a rumor the other night that for the repeat performances of Ben Tyler's Escape from Papago Park to be presented on the 22nd and 23rd of June at the Scottsdale Center for the Arts, they will be two actor's short in the totally testosterone driven troupe. That may cause major casting problems, because not many of us egocentric gents are willing to put in the effort any play requires, solely for a couple of chances to dash into the limelights.
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4/23/01: It's Monday, so I phoned the Audition Hot-line to pick up the latest audition notices from my neighbor, Julie Lee. My ringing was met with a recording in Julie's voice saying that the Hot-line was no longer sponsored by the APA and that her tape machine had self-destructed. She then added that there would be no more announcements until she or others or us came up with the $300 needed to replace it. This will be a blow to all the many working actor's who also have day jobs with little free time to research audition notices. (You may leave a message for Julie at 996-5432. Hit the # sign to skip her message and go straight to recording.) The only thing Master Thespian can figure out is to develop a phone list to call all the production companies on a weekly basis . . .
4/22/01: After waking up at 4:00AM Saturday morning to fly to ActorFest 2001 in Burbank, which was prior to only two hours of sleep, I finally crawled between the Tide scented, crackling sheets of my super-California King bed at 1:00AM this morning, Sunday. Once dreaming I endured the ultimate 'actor's nightmare'. I missed a performance! I was driving my daughter to have her nails done, along with my off road motorcycle wedged into the back seat of my car and I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten about today's performance! I was incredibly distraught and depressed and, for once, happy to be awakened by the bladder induced barking of my bulldog. Back in the real world, while at Saturday's conference, I gathered some great info, snapped a few photos, and coughed up $3.00 for a 12 ounce can of Coke. Today, after I rope and roll the 1,000 pound tree branch that fell on my roof and crashed through my skylight while I was in California AND following my performance this afternoon, I'll attempt to wrest the PC from my wife and son to post some of what I saw and heard at ActorFest 2001. For instance: Do you know who was the voice of Brainy Smurf for nine years? I do!
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4/15/01: The wonderful Missus was gracious enough to, after serving up Easter breakfast in bed, (listen it's not easy to maintain my svelt 288lbs) also booked and funded my 'Burbank' flight this coming Saturday, April 21st, to Actorfest 2001. Even at this late date my Southwest Airlines tickets are fully refundable!
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