I was a freshman in college when I first was introduced to Hedwig and the Angry Inch (I had seen ads in magazines for the original off-Broadway run in high school but didn’t pay them much mind – my aunt Fran and uncle Alan saw the original, and for that I am eternally jealous). Growing up in Delaware, and having never attended a performing arts school or summer camp, access to new and exciting forms of musical theatre was limited. I knew I loved musicals, but I was only familiar with mostly the Broadway blockbusters, Sondheim, and not much else.
My first week at Emerson College and performing in the now-defunct New Student Revue was an eye-opening one. I was introduced to titles of smaller, off-Broadway musicals I had never heard of, that took forms and structures I had never seen before. John & Jen, A New Brain, Songs For A New World, these shows were in vogue amongst the upperclassmen, and it became clear quickly that I had a lot of self-education to do. I did what any 18-year-old did in 2001 when he needed to listen to new music: I found the nearest record store and bought up all the CDs I could find (oh, the world before iTunes – simpler times).
The only image I have of me as Snoopy on the label of a broken "pictue CD" (note the crack in the center of the CD - I'm still pissed that I can't access the files on it).
Then, in the fall of 2001 I was cast as Snoopy in a production of the revival version of You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown as part of Team Players, the then resident children’s theatre company at Emerson College (that student organization has since been renamed “Kidding Around”), with a production staff filled with awesome sophomores and juniors who introduced me to a little musical called Hedwig and the Angry Inch by way of the film adaptation that had just been released the past July.
Fight or flight and making art. By Rachel James (Treasurer/Writer/World Champion Procrastinator)
I’ve never been particularly good with time management. When I’m meeting others, or when I have a particularly hard deadline, I am there at the ready. However, it’s always a struggle.
I envy people who plan. People who can make lists and check them off must lead amazing lives. They have order and structure. There isn’t the last minute panic of will it get done or not. There isn’t the constant worry of the deadline looming just right there. They probably finish their assignments as soon as the task is received. I admire these people.
I've learned to accept the fact that I'm a grown up...finally. By Geoffrey Kidwell (actor)
I turned thirty-two last Tuesday.
Two things about that:
How the heck did that happen?
I mean, seriously, thirty-two.
I didn’t mean to do that.
I was minding my own business and then, out of nowhere, I’m…oh boy…an adult.
And not a like a sort of adult. I’m a full blown, grown-ass man - the kind that pays bills, has some sort of new muscle ache almost daily, rents cars and has gray hair.
It’s downright crazy.
To be perfectly honest, and maybe you feel the same way, my youth - like, high school, even elementary school - doesn’t seem that far behind me in the rearview mirror. I can still remember the day I graduated from eighth grade. I remember what I wore. I remember feeling like I was basically grown up. I remember starring in my high school production of Oklahoma. (I was a fabulous Aunt Eller.) I remember my absolute first day of college - that wonderful feeling of starting over. I can recall telling myself that I was going to be a totally different person - cool, smart, confident, the kind of guy who knows exactly what to say and when to say it.
I graduated college and somebody pressed fast forward.
My twenties flew by. I know they happened, but if I stand back and try to gain any sort of perspective, it all feels like a blur.
And now, I’m sitting at the airport, waiting for a flight to take me back to my grown up, thirty-two-year old life in New York City.
I never meant to be this old. And yes, I know I’m not old. I’m still young (ish), but I never considered that there would be a time in my life when forty was closer in years than sixteen.
I guess the real question is how do I feel about all of it.
I feel fine.
The day I turned twenty-eight I cried like a baby. I felt my whole life slipping away from me. I stood in Madison Square Park with a melting ice cream cone in one hand and my phone in the other hand, telling my mom how miserable things were for me.
That feels silly now.
We have a lot of choices in life:
What to wear. When to eat. Who to date. How to make money.
Growing older isn’t up for discussion.
I think I’ve reached the point where I’ve accepted that I am powerless when it comes to the passing of time. It just keeps going and there’s nothing I can do about it.
So why ruin a perfectly good birthday, or a perfectly good ice cream cone, for that matter, with tears.
I’d rather take the Beyonce approach.
AND NOW...THE WEEK IN WHITNEY HOUSTON!!!
My little chubby eight-year old gay self is freaking out over this video. Here is Miss Houston doing a medley of All At Once and Where Do Broken Hearts Go. DYING!!!!
As I was brainstorming for something to write about for today's entry, my friend emailed me this photo:
The cyclical nature of these six steps completely resonated with me. We start off with an idea, and sometimes the more we chew on it and think about it, the more we begin to doubt it and second guess. If we're lucky, that cycle will kick back up to feeling like the idea is awesome.
For fun, I googled creative process in the image section, and a ton of other interesting, unique, clever, and not to mention, creative charts popped up that I thought were worth sharing:
They all have their own spin, just as we each individually do when it comes to creating a new project, so it's interesting to see how others formulate their creative visions!
This writer has the cure to your fears and it will help set you free! By Annissa Omran (Writer/College Student)
I'm proud to say it - I come from a family of horror film lovers. It was a rite of passage in my household. Something inevitable. By the age of 14 you were sat down and introduced to such classics (old and new) as The Shining, The Omen series, Stephen King's It, and The Grudge. We watched shows with darker elements such as Fringe and Supernatural. Hitchcock was a regular on our tv screens. To this day I can watch almost any scary film or show and sleep like a baby almost immediately afterwards.
But what is my secret?
Am I simply a mistress of darkness?
Was I born without the fear gene?
Am I just a complete badass?
That last one is true, but I can tell you for a fact that I am not lacking the fear gene. I get creeped out all the time and I'm scared of many things. Enjoying horror just means that I've learned how to harness that fear into something entertaining. And never fear: I have some easy steps that can help you or friends with horror-phobia learn to love the cinematic world of things that go bump in the night.
Please get all irrational screaming out of the way now, we're headed into a safe hysteria-free zone.
We've all had them... the bill comes and it's only then that you realize your wallet is missing, and your phone is dead; you run to catch the elevator before the doors shut and only after you get on and are stuck inside for the next 30 floors do you realize that guy you've been avoiding from your office is standing right next to you; you have a thirty minute conversation with someone whose name you don't remember and only when another friend comes up and needs to be introduced do you realize how awkward things are about to get; while attending a friends' wedding you run into that guy your parents always tease you about kissing in preschool- and he's really cute now. They are Those Moments When. Alanis Morissette called some of them ironic, your Facebook friends update their statuses with them, you've been telling them as party anecdotes for years.
A lovely and talented friend of mine, Stephane Magloire, decided to explore all the ways in which we experience memorable everyday life events in theatrical form and I am proud and excited to announce that I have been working as a writer (and frequent hashtag consultant) on the creative team of his new webseries: That Moment When.
Season One logo! Logos make everything official!
I was so excited to be brought in during post-production on Season One and to start writing Season Two with Stephane from the beginning. The concept is so funny and touching and universally recognizable. What excites me about this project is how we have been utilizing social media in a way I rarely see with an artistic endeavor: we want to know what YOUR moments are!
#thatmomentwhen.... Tweet those moments, Instagram them, visit us on Facebook and Tumblr and tell us all about it. Join our conversation and share your funny/awkward/sad/happy/weird stories as you watch us reveal ours.
Season One, set in LA and featuring a cast of funny West Coasters, premieres this Sunday (July 27th) at 1pm ET. The trailer is out, and conveniently located right here for your viewing pleasure:
#That Moment When was completely filmed on the iPhone using the ProCam app! Technology is awesome.
Elaine Stritch left behind an incredible legacy including these lesser known moments. By David R. Gomez (Actor-Compsor-Lyricist)
American Icon and Grande Dame of Broadway, Elaine Stritch was all over my facebook homepage after her death and rightfully so. Everyone was reposting her performances like "The Ladies Who Lunch" and her hilarious moments from 30 Rock. But it made me nolstalgic for all the brilliant performances she had given that don't get as much recognition.
Here is a bizarre clip of her singing "Someday My Prince Will Come." Let's overlook the dated gay jokes and focus on her stoic, deadpan irony at it's finest.
Now check out this rare footage of her in Sail Away. You get to hear Noel Coward's shady diary entries about Elaine being difficult in rehearsals.
Check out Elaine strutting around in classic Jerry Herman-esque fabulosity. I love when she says "just order a double and wink!" Who knew she was such a dancer!?
This whole video is delicous because it's as almost as if Elaine Stritch, still in charcater as Martha from Who's Afraid Of Virginia Wolf, drunkenly wandered into David Letterman's NBC Studio looking for her pool boy.
This video is my favorite because in just a few segments, all the wonderful parts of her personality and career come together.
There's Elaine the lovable and erasciable drunk.
There's Elaine, the sultry and seductive older woman who's still got it.
And we've got Elaine, the vulnerable and breakable shell of a human being.
In his article about her storied career, Charles Isherwood mentioned a performance that I had forgotten from Elaine Stritch: At Liberty where she sang "Something Good." It's a duet for the Captain and Maria in The Sound Of Music, but Elaine turned it into a touching "thank you" to her one true love: an audience.
Isherwood wrote: "Ms. Stritch sang the words with a quiet gravity that was strangely affecting. Even having returned to Broadway at 76, more triumphant than ever, she still seemed to wonder if she was worthy of our admiration. She was."
For someone who dealt with crippling and insecurtities and addiciton because of performing, she was always willing and fearless to deliver a moment of truth. Thankfully she left behind a lifetime of such moments big and small.
Thank you Elaine. Thank you for your razor-sharp wit, your ability to laugh at the trials of life, and your breathtaking and heartbreaking honesty.
Rise! Rise! RIIIIIIISE!
DAVID GOMEZ is embarking on a journey to become an actor and a composer/lyricist. He is also the co-founder of the twitter account @mylifeisMT. He hails from Kansas City, KS and is often found eating thai food while watching a "so bad it's good" movie. EMAIL HIM | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | OTHER POSTS BY THIS AUTHOR