First reviews are in for this edition of Much Ado and are thus far highly-complimentary! I remember meeting the gentleman who wrote this piece – he waited for everyone and was very happy and supportive. And I’ll be taking that
Opening Night
I’ve looked better, but given how uncomfortable a position I had to contort myself into for the sake of this tableau, I’m just glad I managed to smile.
Again with the Ado
Last night was our first performance, and tonight is the official premiere of Much Ado. When it comes to comedy, you really need an audience to confirm for you if you’re doing anything funny, and last night’s audience was damn
I’ve always wanted another crack at the Menagerie…
Lots of updates to the audition bulletin board today. “Proof” and a concert presentation of “Titanic: The Musical” auditioning NEXT WEEK at Costa Mesa Playhouse. Audition dates for “Guys and Dolls” at H.B. Playhouse and “Arsenic and Old Lace” at
New feature
I have been very fortunate in the work I have had the chance to do since I started acting on-stage again. A big part of that is being able to target the shows you want to be a part of;
This show comes with a dry-cleaning budget
So many different types of blood necessary for this play. Blood that can spray across the face in watery streaks. Blood that can sit visible on the stage floor in thick, fat drops. Blood that can be safely ingested. Blood
Funny version of non-productive
It felt like a real struggle to get out to my writing expedition last night. Through the whole evening – that first 45 minutes at the library, the drive over to Starbucks, the 45 minutes there, my conscious brain kept
Long Good Saturday
Tomorrow morning I’ll be spending all of a long day in LA, directing another 10-minute play for Sacred Fools‘ produced-whenever-we’ve-got-nothing-the-hell-else-going-on-this-weekend Fast & Loose showcases for 24-Hour Theatre. At this very moment, my script is in the early stages of writing
Nobody here but us ghosts
I’m in Peoria, Illinois, in the upstairs lobby of Bradley’s theatre building – the Hartmann Center for the Performing Arts. I remember quite distinctly that there were not computers just laying around for anyone to use back when I was
Good enough for dinner theatre? For me – that’s a compliment.
On my first day of my first acting class in my first year as a theatre major, the teacher arranged us in a circle on the floor; and, one-by-one, we had to leap to our feet, brandish an imaginary spear,