Thoughts on Theater

Ok folks, here is a thought when it comes to local theater. I love it. I want to do lots of productions. But here’s the deal: I can’t afford to spend lots of money driving to a lot of rehearsals if I’m not being paid, not even a little. It’s the principal of the thing. Actually, no. It’s simple economics.

Example: A certain theater company wants me for various roles. I enjoy working with them. I enjoy the space. I enjoy the foothills. But it costs me anywhere from $5-$10 per rehearsal or performance to travel to/from the venue. Even if I were doing a paying show at another company the money wouldn’t be enough to live on, so basically I’m performing as a hobby. Which is perfectly okay by me. But in how many other “hobbies” do other people pay to see the result when the artist does not see any of that money? Not many. So it’s more of a profession/hobby hybrid. Hobbies also don’t require a certain level of skill to participate at all. Then again on the other hand not everyone who wants to participate is allowed, so those who are “chosen” feel grateful to be performing at all.

Who Actually Reads This?

Quick informal poll: who actually reads this blog? Please leave a comment (anonymous or not) indicating that you do so I can get an idea if I have any regular readers anymore.

Thanks.

Another CL Ad

I mostly post these now for my own amusement. I re-read this one after I posted it and I thought I should save it. So here ‘tis:

How many couples you know met in a bar? - 27 (Denver)

Then again, how many couples you know met on craigslist?

I know you. You’re the one who “just happened” to check CL tonight even though you check in here more often than you’re willing to admit to your friends. Maybe you think you’ve got a pretty good life, a good job, good friends, maybe you have a pet who keeps you company at home. You have an eclectic music collection but in truth only a small fraction of those seven thousand songs on your iPod ever gets played with any regularity. Maybe you TiVo your favorite shows: shows your guy friends would never watch with you ‘cause they’re too “girly” but you think they really just haven’t given a chance, and you’re right.

Amusing cross-lingualism

I just realized “bullshit” rhymes in Spanish: “caca de vaca”

Sometimes I amuse even myself.

Patience is a Virtue

“Actors have short attention spans.”

This was an observation related to me by the son of the producer of my last show.

Hello! Over here! Still typing!

Good. Now that I still have your attention, may I comment on this observation? No? Hello? Hello?! Please stop playing with your phone. Is the text message that urgent? Oh, it’s from your friend. I see. Go ahead. I’ll wait.

Done? Good. Anyway, continuing on where I left… no, put the remote down. Yes, I realize my TV system is cool. I built it. It required focus and determination. And attention. Oh, I’m sorry, was I being sarcastic? … Oh, ok. I’m sorry. No, I really am.

It’s May. And it’s snowing.

Speak not of Sultry Spring lest Father Frost return, his icy fingers outstretched, blanketing us once more in his crystalliferous call.

It’s snowing. In Denver. Right now.

A Plea for Requital, Happiness, and Universal Balance in a Single Life

A lot has happened since my last post. Nothing momentous, just the tedium of an everyday life. I’ve been in two shows, I Hate Hamlet and I’m writing this before the second weekend of Thoroughly Modern Millie.

But I do not write this blog for a regular update. I’m sad. I’m depressed. I’m angry at the Universe. Or whatever name I choose to call my situational fate. Call it situational depression, if you will. I get down when I think of what I have not. Yes, I try to count my blessings: I have food, shelter, and quite importantly my health. But survival is not enough. It is not enough to simply live on this planet, to breathe and to eat and to deficate and to use up resources and contribute to global warming and then to die. I need more. I need to be needed.