There’s a terrible amount of excitement around Day 1’s. Everyone gets their marching orders, everyone gets a taste of what could be, and then we’re off. But, the fact of the matter is that production is a slog. Albert had taken care of a lot of the pre-production stuff and that’s been a godsend, but … Continue reading Untitled: Day 9, Game of Inches
I’m not quite sure how long I’ve been writing these now, but it’s been a while. I’ve spent so much time at coffee shops now that it seems if the very fibers of my clothes are infused with the smell of coffee. It’s not a bad thing per say, but it really informs you of … Continue reading Thirty Two.
‘Manifest’ got picked up by NBC to go to series. For those of us that were core, that meant that we were guaranteed work, for the fence people, well that was something else entirely. In addition to the email asking us for our availability in the coming months, we were asked to verify our identity … Continue reading Meltdowns and Mentors.
That email stunned me. It was March now. I’d been at this for three months. After my first disaster audition I was trying to rebuild my confidence. I got it, my first booking, my first principal role. I can’t put into words how I felt. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream, I wanted … Continue reading Principles and Principals.
For one reason or another, I’ve spent at least two days a week in Chinatown for the past three weeks. I didn’t try to make this happen, it was just happenstance. Chinatown is probably the neighborhood of Manhattan that I’ve been to the least. Looking back, I wonder if I did that unconsciously. Chinatown is … Continue reading An American in Chinatown.
2017 sucked. That’s the succinct version of it. Let me be clear, being 30 is actually fantastic. I feel like I actually know who I am, what I want, and where I want to go with my life. The actual year was just a cacophony of complete and total ass. A combination of personal shitstorms … Continue reading Thirty One.
“How ya doin’ kiddo?” I’m thirty, and Coop is the only person I’ve ever let address me with a nickname. She first met me when I was 10 years old, and for four years she was my gifted and talented teacher. That means for four years she had me, and had to deal with the … Continue reading Hangin’ With Dr. Cooper.
My favorite artist is John Mayer. Infer from that whatever you will. I know he can be quite a douchenozzle and a top notch egomaniac, but if you read anything and ask any musician, he’s a hell of a guitarist. His talent and ability with the guitar isn’t the reason that I have such an … Continue reading Still Feel Like Your Man (and Other Mayer-esque Nonsense)
It took me a long time to write this, mostly because I didn’t know what to say. I know that I wanted to write something, but somehow trying to encapsulate 30 years of life seemed daunting and impossible. I took a suggestion and modified it a little; what would my 20 year old self think … Continue reading Thirty.
You haven’t stayed up late in New York until you’ve seen the Empire State Building turn off its lights, and then in the same night watch the Chrysler Building do the same when the sunrise hits its spires. I don’t know why, but my insomnia has been really bad lately. It’s been three days in … Continue reading 30 For 30: Only For The Lonely