Confidence…

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Has anyone ever told you to trust yourself? Or how about: Get out of your own way?  I get that often.  Actually much, much more than I really care to hear.  While hunting for an old headshot of mine last night, I came across all of my old paper work from past theatre classes and I kept a lot of it. On nearly every critique from my teachers or more advance students, that dreaded word was in each of them: Confidence.  Character believability, vocal choices, physical choices and interpretation were all very well received, but that little word has kept me from reaching the fullest of my potential.  And, to be frank, I don’t know how to get over that.

The reasons that I have thought of have been fear of success or fear of failure.  Of course that’s always a big issue for nearly everyone.  There is also lack of a seriously studious work ethic because I have to try and balance a “normal” job somehow/somewhere in there.

But I think with the advent of shows like “American Idol,”  I may have actually found the real reason.

I am amazed at the ego that some of the “hopefuls”, and I use that term very loosely, have when they come in to audition for things like SYTYCD (So You Think You Can Dance) or AI. I worry if maybe I have been coddled as clearly most of these people have been.  You can tell that they are being told by people how good they are, when it obviously isn’t true.  Most likely, it’s their parents, or friends or even well meaning teachers that are just trying to build up their confidence.  Could I possibly be having that same thing done to me?  I don’t know.  I can tell you for a fact it isn’t my family.  They always had quite the opposite reaction. But I won’t get into that.  Friends are supposed to support you, but do they always tell you the truth?  The really good ones do.  Even if you don’t want to hear it.  For the sake of breaking this down fully, let’s look at some other possibilities.

Or I can liken this to crazy people.  Please forgive my use of such a politically incorrect term.  The thought that I have is that crazy people don’t go around asking if they are crazy do they?  It doesn’t occur to them that they are standing just outside of the “norm.”   So logically, one would believe that simply by asking yourself that tiny question, you shouldn’t be crazy since you are taking the time to think about the issue.  If I were just to believe that I could do everything well, would that I mean I have the talent to do it?  If I stopped and thought about it, it wouldn’t make any sense.  This would then make it fall into the realm of ego right?  But what if I had examples of it working out in some aspects and not others?  No longer is it ego, but more like the crazy man trying to figure out if he is indeed crazy.  So, couldn’t that same theory hold true for my situation as well?  Possibly.  Let’s look at another thought.

There is also what could be the attention factor.  By saying that I don’t believe in what people are saying about my performances or ideas, some people usually try to explain why they are well done or good, thus breaking down the work and adding more compliments to it and more time praising which equals more attention.  And while yes, I have a lot to say (some which isn’t appropriate for this blog site) and a outgoing demeanor the occasional ego stroking could be most welcome.  However, I can assure you this one isn’t the case.  Well maybe by 5% it could be.  Subconsciously, speaking of course.

Another reason could be trust.  Now I know that this could be a real stretch, but hear me out.  I know not everyone likes the same genre of music or style of singing so therefore, many people don’t agree on what sounds good. There are the singers that sing out of their nose.  There are the singers that sing like they are trying to hold everything in the back of their throats. Then there are singers who have a whole other voice sound or quality that they use to sing.  That one I can’t even explain but I’ll try.  Now I am not going to name any names, but let’s say I know someone who talks like Kermit the Frog, but when he sings, he sings like Miss Piggy.  For the sake of argument, I did exaggerate this.  But the sound and quality of his voice changes in a way that, to me, makes the whole performance feel fake and just bad.  So when I see things like this happen on stage especially when there are other people that I know who could have fit into the role better, then I feel I have a legit reason to distrust people.  And sometimes that distrust of people plays with my head. For example, about a month ago, I went in to audition for the role of Bob in “White Christmas” and the Vocal and Orchestra Leader was Rachel Michelberg, who I worked with on “Sweet Charity” at the beginning of the year.  She had never heard me sing, and after the auditions, she said how well she thought I did.  Do you know what I told her?  My dumb ass said, ” Really?  Blech.”  Then she took me to task! Whew!  Her mouth fell open for a second in disbelief and she said, “I am a professional music teacher! I teach people how to sing so I know what I am talking about.  When I say that you sing well, you say ‘Thank you!'” So really really embarrassed I said sorry and thank you and quickly left.  I do have to say thank you, Rachel for that needed slap in the face.  The thing about that exchange was that it was just like a reflex to disregard the kind words of someone else.  I find it confusing, because I can take a compliment if it were about shoes or clothes or even a blog post, but when it comes to “talent” or appearance, I just can’t do it.

So in the end, I guess what it comes down to is even if you don’t believe in yourself, ACT like you do; but seriously dig deep and find out why.  The roles or opportunities that you have missed out on before could be yours if you have confidence.  Here are some ways that will give you a boost.  Be prepared.  Study your material so you know as much as you can about it.  Know what your guidelines are and be sure you respect them.  Dress in something that makes you feel good about yourself, not necessarily something that makes you look good.  When I wear a suit I feel super constricted and uber-self conscious so you’ll hardly ever see that.  Be sure that it’s not something trashy though.  Don’t wanna walk into an audition in a pair of cut off shorts if it isn’t called for, right?

I think that maybe my lack of confidence comes from a little of everything, I don’t know for sure.  But I figure if I point it out to myself, I will finally start working on it.  Thanks for lending me an eyeball!

Do you have confidence?  What are some things that you have found that work for you?  Do any of these ideas about where the lack of confidence stems from resonate with you?  Which one?  Let me know, maybe we can help each other out of this.  I look forward to hearing from you.

I love crazy stuff!

Last, last Friday was the Art Walk in downtown San Jose.  I really wanted to at least hear one of the opera songs at Caffe Trieste, but there was seemingly no one there to sing.  Of course we had gotten to the cafe early so that we could find a seat  and not be stuck in the middle of a cluster like last time.  So right away, I was disappointed for the walk.  We left the Cafe, and walked up First Street toward Reed Street, hoping to find something else to look at, but the whole street seemed to be in the middle of shutting down for the night.  We were only 15 minutes early, why would that make such a big difference to the event?  I don’t know, but it did.  So we sat at a bench across the street from the MACLA center and waited the last few minutes.

7:59 rolls around and we begin to hear music in the MACLA center.  More people are now on the street, not much more, but enough to notice.  It’s amazing what a few minutes can do. The music was from a Latin rapper that was performing in the venue.  I tried to get an image, but all I got was some of the lights and fog.

Since we were already at the end of one side of the “Strip”, we decided to head over to the Slave Labor Graphics headquarters, SLG Boutiki and Gallery instead of heading back to the beginning and staring the walk all over again.  I liked that the theme for their shop was Weirdos, Porn Stars, and Other Eccentrics. The artist behind this exhibit was Karl Christian Krumpholz who featured  portraits of people that most us know.  You can see his work HERE. I found the works stunning, and I couldn’t take my mind off the one entitled “Strummer”  so I ended up buying it.

Karl C. Krumpholz's "Strummer"

While waiting for the transaction to complete, Karl told us of his trip to the Winchester Mystery House.  He said that he didn’t believe that Sara Winchester was crazy but rather, peculiar.  He was incredibly kind and was happy to sign my purchase. If I had the means, there were four or five other pieces that I would have loved to buy.  One of them was called “Divine” and another called “Waters” which were portraits of the eccentric director and his outrageous drag queen actor.  I tip my hat to this clever and talented fellow, and look forward to seeing more from this artist.  Just as SLG had statues available last time, they offered up a rubber figurine of the emotional Carl Cthulhu.

CONTEST!!!!!

I have an extra and if you send me a comment with your definition of what a Cthulhu is, I’ll randomly select someone to get this adorable little guy!  All entries must be in by June 5, 2010.  Random drawing of qualified contestant will take place on June 6, 2010.  Good Luck!!!

The ICA still had the By A Thread exhibit, so we walked past and went into the Quilting and Textile Museum.  It was really warm in there and it was pretty full.  I only saw two things that I would consider buying.  One was a quilted work titled “The Shadow Woman”, if memory serves.  The easiest way to describe it is to say that at the forefront there is a profile of a woman made from a rich tan and chocolatey brown patterned piece of cloth.  On the other or “back” side of the woman’s head is the same profile  but using a plain almost cream colored felt.  I am not sure why but the head just seemed to pop out to me.  The background, if I remember correctly was of a sunset.  At least when I think back on it, that’s what’s coming to mind.  I don’t know why it bothered me so much, but it gave me the chills/creeps and had to stop looking at it.  But I would buy it anyway.  The other item that I liked was an embroidered post card of a superhero.  Yeah, that’s a little geeky.

We walked into the Metro offices where there was a band playing.  They sounded like mix of Dexie’s Midnight Runners and the Stray Cats.  They were decent, but it was hard to understand the vocalist because the sound wasn’t balanced well.  Once we stepped outside, though you could hear him better.  Unfortunately, there was no one to ask who they were, and no flier or anything stating the name of the band.  Shucks.  Like I said, they weren’t bad.

There were a few neat works inside MACLA that were on display before their auction that took place on the 15 of May.  You can see the works HERE.  I think the one that struck me the most was called “Carta de Amor.”  It’s a painting of a young man in jeans. The background is a mass of roses painted in a deep red.  In contrast, there’s a bright red that’s painted on it but doesn’t disturb any of the shading or detailing of the roses.  If  you look at the man’s fingers, the bright red seems to be dripping off almost as if it were blood.  Then as I stepped back to look at the whole thing again, (I thought it was supposed to be a wonky star at first glance) it looks to me that the bright red created a silhouette of a gang member type of character.  So with a title like “Letter/Card or Document of Love” it makes me wonder what kind of backstory that painting has.  It’s a gorgeous piece.

We left MACLA and tried to get into Anno Domini, but it’s always busy, and because it’s so small in the lobby, I never feel like climbing my way to see what’s going on inside. However, this time we were treated to some incredible puppets that walked around out side.  Check it out…

Puppet and the Soul behind it.
Creepy Puppet was afraid of this puppet
Puppet 2 and it's master
Puppet in action

The puppets’ bodies and faces were made of cardboard while the mechanics were metal pipes and wood for the feet.  This is them in action.

We skipped into another gallery that was ran by volunteers, and I drooled over these amazing works…

This last one reminded me of a fun little gift that my friend Sarah made for me one Christmas that used a similar idea.

Again, South First Fridays was a ton of fun.  I just hope that it won’t be a number months before I get back there again.  And a note to the venues that host musicians, Put some signs up so we know who’s playing!!