Diva of Solway

Saturday, October 11, 2008

A Wizard A True Star

Very rarely do I meet a C-Lebrity that I don't feel my inner eye rolling. And sometimes you meet one who is charming and funny. But I could count on one hand the famous people who would possibly intimidate me with their genius.

Todd Rundgren is one of those people. And we are gonna see his latest show monday night. I would never, ever "stagedoor" a Runt show. (notice how "stagedoor" is now considered a verb?) cuz I couldn't possibly have anything intelligent to say.

I think perhaps that Polish Pope would have also intimidated me. Mostly cuz I don't speak Polish. But chances are I won't be running into him on this side of the pasture.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Living In the Past

This past month I did things I haven't done for decades, and never thought I ever would again.

1. purchased (and wore!) leggings. Yes I know we are supposed to "just say no" to leggings, acording to gofugyourself.com, but I packed too light for a mountain weekend and black leggings covered my goose pimples in the chill. Thank you, friend Walmart! I like them so much I went back and got ivory, lt cocoa, and "exotic" purple.

2. let my health insurance run out, and ain't stressing about it. I can self pay for less than those damn premiums. And the car insurance covers wreck injuries, don't it?

3. put 3 gallons of gas in the tank. no explanation necessary.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

on the Hamster Wheel

Today went well. I got good serious attention from a legendary musical director today (MD on many many original Bwy shows). I don't mean praise, I mean that discerning one eyed look while the other eye scans your resume, and asks for more selections from your "book". The pursed lips, the curt nod. This means soooo much more than the "that was great, thank you" type comment. And then someone else told me I was put in the "glamourous" pile. I can still pull off glamourous? woah. I thought I was starting to head toward the "bag lady character" pile. Then I came home to find this article. Sums up the situation quite nicely.

The Empty Spaces
Or, How Theater Failed America
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=503829

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

10' Off Of Beale

UPTA was fab this year. I think I might have really accomplished something besides paarrrtaaaaying this time around. (not to say that wasn't a large part of the weekend). But fingers are crossed right now - don't wanna jinx it *see note

And how many times have I made this annual Memphis pilgrimage WITHOUT GOING TO BEALE STREET? (of COURSE I've done the Graceland Tour, silly question) Sunday I hooked up with a crowd of elders and drove downtown to the Blues District. We wandered, and ended up at the Club 152. The After Dark Band did funk 80s covers to perfection, I danced so hard the arches of my feet are still fatigued. Then we schlepped back to the hotel, and I laughed so hard I'm still hoarse. It's my philosophy that you HAVE to make what could be a very unpleasant soul-destroying convention into an opportunity to just cut loose.

*note I do not believe in jinxes, omens, good luck charms, spells, rituals, etc. This is simply my stock positive answer for anyone outside the biz who asks "how did it go?" If they hated me, I fess up to that, but I don't like telling about callbacks that, in all likelihood , end up in nada. I despise people asking "why aren't you in Ames Iowa playing Countess Aurelia now? I thought they liked you? what happened? why didn't you get the part?" Until people have seen it from the inside, they just don't get it. It's the same peeps who love to ask "how come you never did TV or movies?" gee, why didn't I? what a great idea. I'm gonna go book myself a big box office blockbuster tomorrow.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Big Muddy Bound

So in 2 weeks I once again make the annual Memphis pilgrimage. People tend to think that Memphis and Knoxville are kin to each other - believe me, the only thing they have in common is the 2 letters at the end of the snail mail address. It takes a full 6 hrs drive, and that's REALLY flying. and you'll cross a time zone.

I confess to being unready. I have not picked out my presentation material, and worse yet, I have not picked out *gasp* the 4-5 eyepopping entrance making outfits I will need. I can always fall back on old standbys for my 90 secs of glory, I CANNOT fall back on old clothes. Not in this lifetime.
Next weekend, however, is a relaxing family get together with a little PBR. My fav rider this yr is without a doubt Guilherme Marchi, who has placed 2nd 3 yrs in a row, and is undoubtably the most consistant rider in the league.
Easy on the eyes, n'est-ce pas? and he rides bulls, too!!.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Including the Crying

So, the fat lady sang a lullaby to a big black and white dog. Or, rather, to a guy on all 4s in a furry, smelly costume. I'll miss it, but its good to be home. Hope I made friends and kept bridges in good repair for re-entry.

Time to lose some weight and move forward. A ski vacation, take in some bullriding, then back on the audition treadmill for spring.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Formerly Stands With A Fist

So I'm back at the world's greatest regional theatre. Working for the world's greatest boss.

In a decade far removed, I went thru a humiliating interview for this company. Dismissed with "You will never work here" in so many words. I carried that festering sore in my crusty old heart. Often I would wake up in the middle of the night, sit straight up in bed, shake my fist at the unsympathetic darkness, and cry out DAMN YOU ASF!!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!! ok I never really did that but I certainly grumbled "big F'in' deal" under my breath whenever a friend booked a role here.

Now I'm in my 2nd show here. and life couldn't be better. (i was offered a 3rd show I couldn't take do to scheduling but we gotta keep that on the downlow, cuz I wouldn't want that ever so worthy actress to know she was SECOND CHOICE).

A radio interviewer actually got me to spill that humiliation story on air last month. Swore I'd never let anyone here know about it. Oh well. Now I'll defend ASF with my dying breath.