and away I go-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh!
Jan. 29th, 2006 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefner"There must be something about a near-death experience that just makes you want to grow a mullet."
- Customer to be at the comic shop during our discussion of Superman.
When you're in the mood I'm in today, mainly due to exhaustion and outdoor gloominess as well as a healthy dash of nostalgia and contemplation brought on by this whole bloody week, there's just some music you just don't wanna listen to. Examples I've learned today-
DON'T: The Piano soundtrack by Michael Nyman. This is pure, heart-racing obsession put to music.
DO: Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison. No explanation necessary, I hope.
I had an audition yesterday for Silver Spring Stage's Coyote on a Fence, and I must say this is the first time I ever left an audtion a bitter person. They had me waiting three and a half hours and I only got to read one scene before I had to head off to Merry Wives of Windsor. One fucking scene. And when I'm saying I need to go soon, can I read another scene now, they're all like, "No, no, that's fine, you can go."
Now, I wouldn't be so pissed if it weren't for the fact that I was sitting there reading the script and going, "Holy shit. I can do this. I could be awesome with this. This would be a huge, perfect chance to show everyone what I can really do." And they didn't even give me the chance to show them. Fuckers. I fucking know I could do that role and do it well. It'd be too easy for somebody else to just play that character like a stereotype or a two-dimensional evil manchild. It's not often that I feel this way about a role, to know I can do this and that it's exactly the sort of change of pace I'm looking for.
I ain't holding my breath for callbacks. Bah.
- Customer to be at the comic shop during our discussion of Superman.
When you're in the mood I'm in today, mainly due to exhaustion and outdoor gloominess as well as a healthy dash of nostalgia and contemplation brought on by this whole bloody week, there's just some music you just don't wanna listen to. Examples I've learned today-
DON'T: The Piano soundtrack by Michael Nyman. This is pure, heart-racing obsession put to music.
DO: Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison. No explanation necessary, I hope.
I had an audition yesterday for Silver Spring Stage's Coyote on a Fence, and I must say this is the first time I ever left an audtion a bitter person. They had me waiting three and a half hours and I only got to read one scene before I had to head off to Merry Wives of Windsor. One fucking scene. And when I'm saying I need to go soon, can I read another scene now, they're all like, "No, no, that's fine, you can go."
Now, I wouldn't be so pissed if it weren't for the fact that I was sitting there reading the script and going, "Holy shit. I can do this. I could be awesome with this. This would be a huge, perfect chance to show everyone what I can really do." And they didn't even give me the chance to show them. Fuckers. I fucking know I could do that role and do it well. It'd be too easy for somebody else to just play that character like a stereotype or a two-dimensional evil manchild. It's not often that I feel this way about a role, to know I can do this and that it's exactly the sort of change of pace I'm looking for.
I ain't holding my breath for callbacks. Bah.
