The Music from Down the Hill

Oh man... I went to type in "blogspot.com" and I accidentally typed in "bogspot.com."  I think that's actually very true.  This is definitely a bog... not a blog.  It's a messy, sludgy, humid clustering of thoughts.  It's a bog, totally.

Anyway...I'm in this play.  At Civic Theatre of Allentown.  And you all must come, not just because it is only $10 (cash only, at the door) but also because I am fictitiously homicidal, possibly schizophrenic, and most definitely really loud and out of control (in the show.... maybe in real life, too, that's up for debate).

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To elaborate on the subject at hand, this play is definitely one of the biggest challenges in my acting career.  It's strange -- the character is so much like me, but she is a very magnified and extroverted version of many personality flaws that I keep internal.  I have to yell/scream/cry so much, I come home with a raging headache nightly.  I'm not saying this is a bad thing, actually, it's very therapeutic.  I am undoubtedly learning so much, about myself and acting.   The other night, my nosebleed could probably be partially due to all of this intensity, yelling, etc.  It's so physically and mentally taxing running through this show nightly, but so amazing at the same time.  I come home every night physically shaking (with adrenaline), while simultaneously being drained of all emotion and energy.  

Come see it!

Lately

Tonight I performed in a bimonthly cabaret/piano bar series at the Allentown Brew Works in .... Allentown (in case that wasn't already obvious). It was great to get to sing again, and be swanky, and have a reason to wear red lipstick, high heels, and black (not that I don't do that anyway, even if it does not befit the occasion). Anyway, the point of this is that everyone should come to this piano bar/cabaret series, because after the set list with the performers, it's like... karaoke with a live piano player to accompany you. So, that basically means no horrible midi accompaniments that come with karaoke. The only catch is, you have to bring your own sheet music, or pick from a list of standards that are available to sing. And unlike karaoke, you might not want to sing Bon Jovi or Boston. But, definitely check it out. http://www.thebrewworks.com/events/

black dress, high heels and red lipstick are my favorites:



After parking my car in Allentown tonight, going into Brewworks for the Cabaret, I had a conversation with a man solely based on the fact that I went to NYU and have an NYU bumper sticker on my car. Apparently, he went to NYU for grad school. I like making random friends, lately at least. And making friends from bumper stickers is even more random, and pretty rad.

It was kind of strange -- the other day I dropped off film to get developed and scanned, from my huge pile of film that I've shot but haven't gotten processed. One of the roles was from my visit to South Carolina in the Winter... so weird. I mostly photographed my Grandmother's house (where we were staying). It's such a strange, forgotten place. One of those places that had its hey day, but has been forgotten over the years. It really reminds me of "Paradiso Perduto" from Great Expectations. I hadn't been there for (at minimum) 7 years before the visit this past Winter, and it seemed dwarfed and shriveled, compared to my youthful perception of it. Looking at these pictures, even, makes me realize how quickly time has been going. My birthday is already around the corner (next week), and it has already been over half a year since I took these pictures, even. Time crawls when you're really young because all you know is based on anticipation and the future; and time flies the older you get, because your perception of life is mostly based on reflection upon past events, and hour-to-hour existence. I can't wrap my mind around all of it, it seems. I want everything slower, all of the time.