The Minute You Walked in the Joint

So the site design is finished and was not as laborious as I thought it would turn out to be. How long it lasts before I get the bug to do something new again is another thing.

There really is nothing new to report. Today marks the end of my second year in NYC and the beginning of my third, which I am sure is going to bring all kinds of amazing things. I consider myself very lucky and blessed to have arrived 2 years ago and hit the ground running with amazing opportunities I never thought would land in my lap. I have met the most amazing, generous, and interesting people and I can't imagine who and what is around the corner. And while my anal retentive desire for overachieving wrapped in a thin gauze of impatience can get to me sometimes, I am trying to take each day and each chance as they come.

I am now firmly ensconced in an audition cycle of going in for some good roles in great projects. I am still stuck in second-man syndrome, but that is partially because I am not known amongst the CD circles. I need to continue making the rounds and banging on the doors so I can start getting a little more of my foot inside. I may not always agree or like the process, but it is what it is.

I closed out my second year doing something I never thought I would. I went to a piano bar...and sang. Having visited them only twice in my life and not really digging the vibe nor having the backbone to get up and sing (I would much rather do that in a staged setting and not impromptu), I was not sure if I would go through with it. I dragged some friends to The After Party at the Laurie Beechman and I have to say that I had an amazing time and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I did get up and sing, and while I am a little disappointed with the output, I now have mad respect for people who can get up and sing at 1 or 2 in the morning after a few drinks and still be able to wail.

It was a good kick in the ass as I have been having a crisis of faith lately about wanting to continue pursuing musical theatre as a viable career option because of the ethnic barriers and glass ceiling that still exists. But singing is one of those things I enjoy, and not singing everyday like I did in Fl thanks to the privacy of a car, did and does make a difference, much to my surprise. Two months of not singing was a kick in the ass wake-up call and I find I am now all over the place and out of control and confidence....so...for whatever gluttonous reason for punishment lurking in me, I am going to pick up the pieces and keep pushing forth. Who am I to limit myself?

In 2 weeks I head out to LA with some of my fellow actors to do Betrayed at the LA Theatre Works. I am hoping to set up some meetings at the same time and start laying some kind of groundwork out there.