Baby, we're gonna be up five-hunny by midnight. Vegas, Baby! VEGAS! (listening to: "King of the Road")
3 days and counting until the Great Vegas Vacation of '08. Work is crawling along at an unacceptably slow pace, all things considered. I will be in America's Playground for 3 days, all told, so please sacrifice something to the gambling gods in my honor. Thank you.
Busy, Busy weekend. Played a CSz show in St. Michael at 3:30AM on Saturday morning, followed by a 10:30am callback for Barefoot in the Park. And that was just the beginning of that day. Plus, this vacation has been on the horizon since December of last year, so... it weighs heavily on my mind. On the bright side, the callback went well, and you all will be able to see me take on Robert Redford in November at the Mounds Theatre in St. Paul. Also, if you live in the St. Cloud area, you can see me in the winter of '09 in that city. Stay tuned for more dates.
If anyone wants any Vegas souvenirs, speak now. Otherwise, you will all have to bask in my riches upon my return.
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Monday, June 09, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Covered In Bees!
So, um... yes. This is all true. (listening to: "Company" from the Company Broadway Soundtrack)
Eddie Izzard graced humble Minneapolis last night with a two-hour show. Casey and Dana joined Natalie and I for dinner at Das Kapital prior to the festivities for a meal of epic proportions. I'll try not to harp on this too much, but you really can't beat 14 oz of steak with a side serving of lobster mac and cheese with a couple drinks when friends are at the table. Even if it does cost $265 before tip. True.
Mr. Izzard himself was in rare form, sans dress, but still retaining his quick wit and long-distance memory. I personally think that his style of stand up is the best, because you couldn't steal his jokes even if you wanted to. It's all in the delivery, and his incessant, nigh-on murderous dedication to a bit. Elephants, Giraffes and Squirrels all were given their proper dues last night, and a nod was even given to several of his past routines, though he strayed far shy of going back to the well. If you have the means, I highly recommend catching him in a town near you.
This weekend going into early next week is audition-central, so keep good thoughts aimed toward the midwest, all you non-Minnesotans. One of these is for a new TV show looking for a host- which would be awfully nice, I don't mind saying.
In any event, may all good things come to your plates.
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Eddie Izzard graced humble Minneapolis last night with a two-hour show. Casey and Dana joined Natalie and I for dinner at Das Kapital prior to the festivities for a meal of epic proportions. I'll try not to harp on this too much, but you really can't beat 14 oz of steak with a side serving of lobster mac and cheese with a couple drinks when friends are at the table. Even if it does cost $265 before tip. True.
Mr. Izzard himself was in rare form, sans dress, but still retaining his quick wit and long-distance memory. I personally think that his style of stand up is the best, because you couldn't steal his jokes even if you wanted to. It's all in the delivery, and his incessant, nigh-on murderous dedication to a bit. Elephants, Giraffes and Squirrels all were given their proper dues last night, and a nod was even given to several of his past routines, though he strayed far shy of going back to the well. If you have the means, I highly recommend catching him in a town near you.
This weekend going into early next week is audition-central, so keep good thoughts aimed toward the midwest, all you non-Minnesotans. One of these is for a new TV show looking for a host- which would be awfully nice, I don't mind saying.
In any event, may all good things come to your plates.
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Monday, May 19, 2008
5 Year Reunion, Done Our Way
Last night was some-beer-larious. (listening to: "But It's Better If You Do" by Panic! At the Disco)
Ahh, wonderful Sioux Falls. So nice to go back. Five years have passed since The Family(tm) has broken apart and scattered themselves across the country and last weekend we were reunited for the first time as a whole since... well, probably since graduation. (Biggy's wedding was close, but Zoltan's wife was not there...)
Gemini and his wife RedTeacher were there with their new baby, and every other member of The Family(tm) took a moment to soak that in. It was actually very comical to see everyone notice that one of our crew was now a Daddy, and while no one could be happier for him, I think we all started to feel our age a bit.
The world got smaller as apparently Gemini and Twink had e-mailed back and forth a few years ago, about something MySpace related that would take far too much time and effort to explain here. Suffice it to say, minds were blown.
Also, Friday night saw the Great Blackout of 2008, as Twink, Orion, Biggy and Kid all squared off to see how much they could get the Madjai to drink. A daunting task, I'd say they managed to pull it off with surprising alacrity. Their diabolical plan included such tactics as "I'm buying this round!" (which everyone knows is nigh-unresistable) and also "I'll name an animal, you drink like it!" (which I'm told was performed admirably, though I'll leave it to the tape to prove that) The latter showcased fan-favorites "Cheetah" and "Aborigine." I guess you had to be there.
Interesting to note is that the Alma Mater has begun celebrating its Sesquicentennial... keep in mind that the school was founded in 1860. Apparently, time passes much faster on campus. Which would explain a lot of my Senior year.
I'm told more people read this than was previously expected, so expect more updates as I am guilted into sharing exploits of a Minneapolis Actor.
Stay tuned.
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Ahh, wonderful Sioux Falls. So nice to go back. Five years have passed since The Family(tm) has broken apart and scattered themselves across the country and last weekend we were reunited for the first time as a whole since... well, probably since graduation. (Biggy's wedding was close, but Zoltan's wife was not there...)
Gemini and his wife RedTeacher were there with their new baby, and every other member of The Family(tm) took a moment to soak that in. It was actually very comical to see everyone notice that one of our crew was now a Daddy, and while no one could be happier for him, I think we all started to feel our age a bit.
The world got smaller as apparently Gemini and Twink had e-mailed back and forth a few years ago, about something MySpace related that would take far too much time and effort to explain here. Suffice it to say, minds were blown.
Also, Friday night saw the Great Blackout of 2008, as Twink, Orion, Biggy and Kid all squared off to see how much they could get the Madjai to drink. A daunting task, I'd say they managed to pull it off with surprising alacrity. Their diabolical plan included such tactics as "I'm buying this round!" (which everyone knows is nigh-unresistable) and also "I'll name an animal, you drink like it!" (which I'm told was performed admirably, though I'll leave it to the tape to prove that) The latter showcased fan-favorites "Cheetah" and "Aborigine." I guess you had to be there.
Interesting to note is that the Alma Mater has begun celebrating its Sesquicentennial... keep in mind that the school was founded in 1860. Apparently, time passes much faster on campus. Which would explain a lot of my Senior year.
I'm told more people read this than was previously expected, so expect more updates as I am guilted into sharing exploits of a Minneapolis Actor.
Stay tuned.
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Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Call My Agent. I'll Be In My Trailer
Seriously, I'm not cut out for this. (listening to: "Movin' Out" by Billy Joel)
So, I had a commercial shoot yesterday evening for a training video. I'm playing Mr. Obsessed. He's obsessed with the latest technology, and has to have it all. In his own words:
I arrive on location, and there's no one there. I call the contact, and get no answer. So, I call the agency. My agent assures me I'm where I need to be, and the crew is across the street filming in a different location. So, I go over there, and some guy (Mr. Uninformed) is stumbling through his line: "Paying off a debt adds 50 points to your credit score!" (yes, we know this isn't true) It takes him over a half-dozen takes to nail the line, and I'm thinking, "Wow... this guy's having a rough day."
A few minutes later, we're moving across the street to the location I was told to meet them at. Another actress arrives, playing "Ms. Competitive." She's very charming, and knocks out all of her takes in about 30 minutes after everything is set up. Very nice.
Now, an hour has gone by, and I haven't read a single line yet. I go over and over my lines, making sure I've got them down. Don't want to be Mr. Uninformed. The director announces that we're going to shoot my scene outside. It's about 42 degrees outside, and I'm in a zip-up sweater. Fantastic. But, I'm a trooper, and it's not really all that bad in the sun, so we head out. The crew sets up the shot: I come around a corner and nearly collide with the camera guy. I say my bit, and then pretend to answer my phone and walk off. Simple enough. The first problem I notice is that the camera guy is set up right between me and the sun. I can't really look into the camera without squinting, and the light is making my eyes water like Niagara Falls in the rainy season. Director says action.
Take One: "Oh, Sorry. I love my Gadgets. I love... shit."
Take Two: "Oh, Sorry. Gadgets are... fuck."
Take Three: "Oh, Sorry. Gotta love my gadgets. I don't know where I'd be without my gadge-- dammit."
Take Four: "Oh, Sorry. ... Son of a bitch!"
After what seems like an eternity of this, the director sighs, looks at his crew and says, "Ok. Let's shoot the other lines now."
We set up and I shoot the rest of my scene in about 3 total takes. It's great, and it's in the can with no problems. Then, we go back to the gadgets scene. This time, I hit my mark, say my line, and it's spotless. At the end of the day, the director seems pleased, but I never felt worse in my life than I did for those first 8 takes.
I'm just not cut out for this.
UPDATE: The production company has sent me the raw tape of my many, many takes. You can watch them here.
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So, I had a commercial shoot yesterday evening for a training video. I'm playing Mr. Obsessed. He's obsessed with the latest technology, and has to have it all. In his own words:
Gotta love my gadgets! I don't know where I'd be without them. I need the lastest technology to help me stay connected. I have it all. I just can't get enough.
I arrive on location, and there's no one there. I call the contact, and get no answer. So, I call the agency. My agent assures me I'm where I need to be, and the crew is across the street filming in a different location. So, I go over there, and some guy (Mr. Uninformed) is stumbling through his line: "Paying off a debt adds 50 points to your credit score!" (yes, we know this isn't true) It takes him over a half-dozen takes to nail the line, and I'm thinking, "Wow... this guy's having a rough day."
A few minutes later, we're moving across the street to the location I was told to meet them at. Another actress arrives, playing "Ms. Competitive." She's very charming, and knocks out all of her takes in about 30 minutes after everything is set up. Very nice.
Now, an hour has gone by, and I haven't read a single line yet. I go over and over my lines, making sure I've got them down. Don't want to be Mr. Uninformed. The director announces that we're going to shoot my scene outside. It's about 42 degrees outside, and I'm in a zip-up sweater. Fantastic. But, I'm a trooper, and it's not really all that bad in the sun, so we head out. The crew sets up the shot: I come around a corner and nearly collide with the camera guy. I say my bit, and then pretend to answer my phone and walk off. Simple enough. The first problem I notice is that the camera guy is set up right between me and the sun. I can't really look into the camera without squinting, and the light is making my eyes water like Niagara Falls in the rainy season. Director says action.
Take One: "Oh, Sorry. I love my Gadgets. I love... shit."
Take Two: "Oh, Sorry. Gadgets are... fuck."
Take Three: "Oh, Sorry. Gotta love my gadgets. I don't know where I'd be without my gadge-- dammit."
Take Four: "Oh, Sorry. ... Son of a bitch!"
After what seems like an eternity of this, the director sighs, looks at his crew and says, "Ok. Let's shoot the other lines now."
We set up and I shoot the rest of my scene in about 3 total takes. It's great, and it's in the can with no problems. Then, we go back to the gadgets scene. This time, I hit my mark, say my line, and it's spotless. At the end of the day, the director seems pleased, but I never felt worse in my life than I did for those first 8 takes.
I'm just not cut out for this.
UPDATE: The production company has sent me the raw tape of my many, many takes. You can watch them here.
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Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Shameless Self-Promotion
Buy Now! Don't Wait! (listening to: 2/15/08 Penny Arcade Podcast)
So, I finally finished up my most recent project, and am ready to share it with the world!!
If YOU want to sport (heh heh.. get it?) the latest in unofficial merchandise from one of the greatest TV Shows of all time, now's your chance!
E-Mail me for prices and more info!
(note: the lighting in this picture kind of washes out the text, but it is actually very sharp and clear on the shirt)
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So, I finally finished up my most recent project, and am ready to share it with the world!!
If YOU want to sport (heh heh.. get it?) the latest in unofficial merchandise from one of the greatest TV Shows of all time, now's your chance!
E-Mail me for prices and more info!
(note: the lighting in this picture kind of washes out the text, but it is actually very sharp and clear on the shirt)
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