Crazy-for-You-logo1-300x469 When I was asked to come in and read for the part of Bobby Child, I never thought I would actually get it.  I know that I shouldn’t think that way. When you are in contact with someone who teaches you something negative like this when you first start out, it is a hard thing to stop hearing in your head.  Over the past few years, I have been trying to keep my distance from such people so I can retrain those bad thoughts.

This show has been a challenge and a chance for growth.  It has had some great highs and personal breakthroughs as well as tons of self doubt and bouts of panic.  What makes the whole thing incredible is the rest of this cast and staff.  I am surrounded by unbelievably supportive, upbeat, and talented people that helped me through all of it.  I adore them for this. When I speak of personal breakthroughs, I gotta say, I don’t feel like I have ever connected to a character as much as I have to Mr. Child.  It has been said that this show was simply a fluff piece.  I think of it differently.  Like I thought of JC Superstar, it is a show about Love. Love is the greatest thing to fight for. Bobby has this tremendous love for theatre and an unquenchable need to be part of it.  The first time I said the lines “Because this is my life.  It’s all I care about.” aloud, I got that choking feel that one gets when you want to cry.  Throughout this two and a half hour show, everything that he does to help just falls apart. So by the time he makes his way back to New York, he is not in the best state of mind.  The producer that he auditioned for doesn’t want him.  The show that he tries to put on doesn’t sell any tickets.  The theatre that he was trying to save is getting sold to a forward thinking business man.  The girl he falls in love with “sticks the knife in” when she says that there isn’t any reason for him to stay.  After all of these failures, this guy still has a tiny bit of hope. And where there is hope, there is the will to fight.

The song “They Can’t Take That Away From Me” is such a fantastic song and it’s so upbeat.  It’s about remembering every detail of this girl and their time together and knowing that there is never going to be a relationship.  Whenever I hear it in the context of this show though, I feel like it is missing something.  I know it’s probably just me being the weirdo that I am, but the song comes after all of the stuff in the paragraph above has happened. The first time we worked this scene, I couldn’t get through it because it made me so sad.  Even just talking through the song had me weeping.  It’s tragically romantic in a way  and I began to think about my life and connections with this song grew into something heavier.  As we worked through it, I began to dig deeper into what multiple disappointments feel like.  What does the ultimate disappointment feel like? This man shouldn’t be so upbeat.  He’s come to the realization that Mother has “won” and he must stop dreaming of a life in theatre and work in a bank.  I believe there needs to be some weight to this song.  I am so lucky that our Music Director, the AMAZING Joe Kelly, lets me slow the song down.  The challenge there is if you sing it fast, you get it over with like “I don’t care, but deep inside I really do.”  If you slow it down, you get to sink into the sadness a little more which could get you caught in that space where you full of emotion, but not holding out the notes.  What I love about that is it makes you fight to get the train back on the track which, I hope, translates to Bobby Child accepting the cards dealt and heading home.

I love this well intentioned guy who doesn’t always think through every scenario.  He dives right into half baked ideas.  He believes in the theatre wholeheartedly.  But most important is that he never gives up the fight.  It was a part that was never on my radar of bucket list shows, but I cannot say how grateful I am that Bill Starr asked me to come in for this role.  I have never worked so hard to try and get something right than I have on this show.  It’s like playing yourself, but you can’t BE yourself and that makes it so much harder than being a whole new character.

Then came Opening Night and suddenly all of the weight of the work seemed to just disappear and while there were flashes of panic (mostly during some insane costume changes that only worked once Saturday night showed up), we put on a helluva show!

The show runs weekends through July.  Click for ticket info!

Have You Met My Mother…

Sunday was Mother’s Day.
So I called my mother.
She didn’t answer.
So I sent her a text message to which she replied almost instantaneously.

My mom is like me in a lot of ways. Or rather vise versa. Here are some of our shared traits:

  • Stubbornness
  • Refuses to ask for help
  • Loves pop music
  • Loud. Well… not so much anymore
  • Loyal
  • Always wants to learn
  • AND hates having her picture taken

My mother and I have had some tough times as I was growing up. Lots of arguing, smart-assed comments galore, and the like. I guess it was for some attention. Being number 3 out of 5 kids was never fun.  My two older sisters were trouble makers in the fighting at school sort of way.  My two younger siblings were
prone to tantrums if they didn’t get their way.  My dad had a lot of trouble with the “law” so that left my mom to raise us mostly on her own.

I don’t know how she managed to do it. She just kind of hunkered down and got it done.  That’s how she got over her smoking addiction.  If she had withdrawls, we never saw them.

I don’t want to brag, but I was an observant kid. I knew she had her hands full with my sisters and brother, so I had to become independant. Almost like a latch key kid by my own choosing.  I was never allowed to be home by myself because I had a knack for breaking things. (Radios, telephone,  VCR, and a microwave) but when i knew no one was there, i would climb in through the window. I had a small supply of food items, mostly junk (what did you expect? I was a kid.) I kept to myself by decorating my room themed on current holidays or colors.  I would get the colored paper from old magazines and cut it up.  It was like I had my own little art class.  My mom would see this and just shake her head.

She never understood my need to make stuff.  To some degree, I still don’t think she does.

I always want to ask her sometimes, when we are just sitting quietly, if there was anything that she wanted to do but never got to. I never do. I guess I am too afraid to find out the answer.

If we are as similar as I think we are, I feel like there are so many things that she would do differently, which of course would mean a different future. So I don’t ask.

I am amazed at how she has coped with all the sh…tuff that life had given her to handle.  I hope that I can be as strong as her whenever I need to be. She’s pretty incredible.

It’s All In The Timing. Well… Timing And Prep.

Last weekend, the Munster and I went to the Improv in downtown San Jose to see some com-e-dey.  We have been before and had a blast. Especially when we saw the hysterical Bob Saget.  With Crazy for You getting off the ground, I figured that I could use a little more comedy for these old bones.

The venue wasn’t especially busy so we sauntered right in. We got a pretty good table and waited for our waiter to order beverages. For the oustide of the building to look as meh as it does, I was surprised to find that rest of the place is actually well kept. The 4 lights that were out were way up out of the way, so they didn’t affect the room with random dark spots. We could watch the waiters and patrons as they came and went.

Eventually, the lights were dimmed and the host for the night stepped out of the wings. At first, I thought we were going to be stuck with an incredibly lousy show but after a few attempts at audience connection he found a chuckle here and there. He introduced the featured comic who was an energetic self depricating jokester. Her jokes were funny mostly, but there were a few that toed the pity/uncomfortable line. Even so, she plodded through her set-ups to get to the punchlines.  I appreciated her energy and fight to keep the audience engaged.

The headliner it turns out was an insult comic. So for the most part he bashed on the crowd. The first thing he did was to tell the audience what to expect, and did tell people who are easily offended that they should probably leave. True to his word, he shocked the house into laughs by saying some truly cringe worthy remarks.  The problem I had with the performance was during the last 20 minutes, he didn’t have any filler jokes between the times he was trying to think of something say about one of the spectators.  This in turn led to a lot of people stirring their drinks on the silence.  Hearing the ice cubes bouncing off the sides of glasses killed any momentum he was working toward and draining the smiles off of the crowd’s faces.

I don’t know how to do stand up, but I would imagine that it could only benefit a comic to have a few jokes in their bag of tricks  for just these kinds of moments.  You know, kind of like how an actor needs to have songs and monologues prepared just in case at auditions they ask for another song or speech. Or maybe you didn’t know that.

I do know about performance though. And nothing is worse than not being able to get to the payoff OR not being able to harness that energy built and drive it back into the crowd to keep them with you.

Next time you go to a comedy club, take a moment to watch the give and take between the audience and the performer. It is amazing when everything goes right, and still pretty fascinating when it doesn’t.  At least for the audience anyway. For the performer, it pretty much sucks a turd. I would say to try it at a show, but those are stories of moments that all tie together so you have to pay attention.

Have you ever tried stand up? I’d love to hear your experience. Drop me a line and we’ll chat!

Inspiration or Insanity…

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Image taken on 4/13/14

I have been called crazy probably a million times.

Lemme ask you something.   Is it crazy to look for ideas from the world around me?  For example, the picture above is actually a white strip in a parking lot that marked the spot that I parked in.  Upon opening the door, I looked down immediately and saw this.   I know most people will see random grey and white markings and not much else. To me, it looks like a cosmic notice calling out.  I can see my name.  Well, at least the first 3 letters.  What are the odds that I was just about to put my foot on this exact spot as I got out of my car.

This is how I see the world.  Check out this:

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Image taken on 8/14/10

This image I took in the parking structure of the Santa Clara Library.  It is simply a tire smudge on a column.  I see a Native American tribal elder.

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Image taken on 5/12/12

I call this one a Crystal Skull.  I got this image when I was closing a window one day.  This is just a reflection off the glass, but it freaked me out a little.  I know that our brains are  hard wired to look for patterns.  Facial patterns are usually the easiest ones to recognize. I find a ton of them in the dots on our bathroom floor.

I don’t like to think of myself as crazy, though I can see why people would use that word. I know that my imagination is always working.  Sometimes it is a curse when I can’t turn it off at night.  I like my skewed view of the world and even though I see a lot of dark things like this image above, I try to always focus on the fun and happy things.

Goofy things are the best kind of things and they always seem to find me.  I call the next one “red Wilson”  Hahahahaha.

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Image taken on 4/14/14

I never thought I would find a use for any of these pics aside from the first one, but it was nice to dig back in my photos to see this pattern emerge.

I look at the world and see things all the time that I glean ideas from.  The smallest things like  a steady stream of cars  driving over a grate give me the beginnings of a beat for music which I usually forget before I can get to a computer.  I will see the way a vine trails up a stake and seek to place that motion into a dance step.

Somewhere in my “insanity” I find my inspiration.

How do you get inspired? Nature hikes?  Those are fun, too.

It Is Finished…

Cast and Crew of SUPERSTAR being goofy!  Photo by Edmond Kwong
Cast and Crew of SUPERSTAR being goofy! Photo by Edmond Kwong

I have been pussyfooting around the acknowledgement that this show that I have lived with for the last 13.5 months has finally come to an end.  On my last two days off of work I was expecting to get hit with a blast of depression that comes with ending a show.  One of this magnitude, I was sure would take me out of the game for a while. But it never came.

When we started this show, I said I see this show as a fight for love.  Instead of the show being a simple Judas wronged Jesus, it was accidental.  There was no one to “blame.”  Everything was supposed to happen.  Like Jesus sings, “You’re far too keen on where and how but not so hot on why.”   I wanted a positive spin on the show.  I also wanted Jesus to be as human as everyone else.  My hope was that people would be moved to see a fellow human being treated so horribly during act 2.  To see that he was afraid and sad but still willing to go through this for his love of the people.  I had the white out at the end to ask the audience to look inside and find your love for your fellow man and for hope that this world can be a better place in doing so.

Then I was lucky enough to get this amazing, supportive cast! But my luck didn’t run out there.  One of the very first things I fought for was an amazing sound department which was an incredible 3 man team.  So John, Dan, and Brett: Thank you for an outstanding job with this difficult show!  The crew was small but mighty and headed by an amazing Stage Manager, Ms. Pye! I am grateful to the amazing producers Nancy and Liz, who worked so tirelessly to ensure that the vocal director, Judy, and music director, Jean, and I had everything we needed.

I have realized that there is a reason for the non-depression.  As I disassemble the Blooming Wall, I have the chance to read all the beautiful paper “flowers” with things that people love.  Simple things.  And I understand that we did exactly what we set out to do.  We did share the love.

And so did they.  With that in mind, what is there to be depressed about?

To ALL of you, I cannot say thank you enough.

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