happy new year

Well, New Year's Eve was unspectacular, I hadn't been feeling well all day and by the time I got to the theatre to do our show, my energy was pretty low. Everybody else continues to put in damn fine work. And last night I will say I thought the pre show music worked as best as it has up to this point, in terms of my accomplishing what I wanted with the dramatic arc of the music. That was cool. It's going to be interesting keeping the music stuff fresh from night to night, I'm basically playing the same stuff from night to night and improvising little riffs during and in between pieces.

So, I guess the Boston Globe came to the show the other night, which is exciting. This is the first time a show I've been in will get a review from a major, major publication. Can I allow my ego and vanity some floor space, for a moment? I'll be honest; I'd really enjoy if the guitar playing in show made it into at least one of the reviews, of which we're going to have several I believe, in some kind of light of the effect it has on the show. It would be nice for my contribution to be recognized critically. There, I said it. It won't be the end of the world in the very possible even likely circumstance that in the however many words a critic is able to give over to discussing the merits of the production they don't mention the live guitar playing, but it would be nice.

Anyway, I have a bunch of auditions coming up for January, a total of five this coming month. Let's see, Monday is The Miracle Worker at Wheelock Family Theatre, Friday is a reading of a Strindberg play, Saturday is Hookman at Company One, Sunday is Salem Theatre Company, and the following Saturday is Fresh Ink.

In there somewhere the trailer for Crooked Arrows is coming out. I've resisted marking it on my calendar... but that's pretty exciting. It is getting real. I need to decide what I want to do. I've been leaning towards that I should just give Los Angeles a shot and see what happens, the worst possible outcome is I come back here and continue what I've been doing. Real life is scary. Here I come.