What a great thread. Shanya, ignore the dissidents.
My improv-comedy soap opera opened last night. We were scared shitless, my character was not as developed as I’d like her to be, and in improv, character development is essential. But somehow, you stick Swiddles in front of 100 people (I know, it’s not Broadway) and she suddenly gets REALLY funny REALLY fast. It went really well. Now, if I can learn to project so the people can HEAR me, I’ll be golden.
StrTrkr777 I’m so glad to hear your Kimberly is doing well. The first thing I thought of when I opened this thread was “I wonder if he told us how Kim was in the first thread,”
Hey, Larrigan, let me know when your MP3 is up. I’m thinking of catching the Chili Peppers on tour with STP this summer, because A.) have had a crush on Anthony forever, and now that he cut the hair, mwamambbaba. B.) I didn’t get to appreachiate them the last time I saw them, Woodstock, as I was more concerned about the walls burning down around me, and C.) How much longer can we really expect Scott Weiland to last, anyway?
** Diane **, when my parents taught me to drive, my father humed “That’s Amore” the whole time. But in this sort of desperate, frightened tone. My mom clutched the edge of her seat, and CLOSED HER EYES. I’d ask her how I was doing, and she’d say “Wonderfully, dear.” I’d look over and she’d be sitting there happily contented with her eyes tightly shut. you might want to give that a whirl.
Sanibel Do NOT ask them if they REALLY like Jerry Lewis. They will mock you and not give you chocolate.
Eve You rock. Congrats on the new book deal! Speaking of Kays, ever considered Kay Thompson as a subject? She wrote ELOISE, but she also did a lot of stage/film work, was a vocal coach, a dancer, and an all-around-cool chick. And I didn’t know you had a column in Movieline, I thought you freelanced! That settles it, I’m getting my subscription NOW.
Satan, while reading your posts, something my old boss in radio said to me occured to me. She was talking about radio, but I think it can apply to the music industry in general: “At first, it’s great. The perks, the high from being on-air, it’s like coke. Then you wake up one morning and realise that somewhere you traded in your soul for it, and it suddenly seems not-so-great. But hell, you don’t have a soul anymore, so what the fuck do you care?” Don’t let the bastids gitcha down.
Alright, back to ye olde grind.