|This is actually not my building, I am in its twin|
I certainly do not know the exact date I moved from Atlanta to Los Angeles back in the early 70s, nor do I know the exact date I moved from LA to Salt Lake City in the early 80s. I do not know the date I moved back to LA from SLC, nor do I know the date I moved from LA back to Atlanta in the late 80s. Nine months after that, I moved back to LA, but I do not know the exact date I did so. (Are you detecting a pattern? It sometimes seems, looking back, that I never really knew where I wanted to live...)
|I am now unsure if always following the sign is a good thing.|
|I was surely lucky to snag a place at Manhattan Plaza two years ago. I wonder if that luck has run out? I don't get many presents from my NY life these days...|
|Posters for my 5 NY shows are the only things|
adorning my wall. They are concrete reminders
that I am doing something here.
|While the outside world ignores me, I continue|
|I spent all summer in NY, working outside. My|
apt faces East, so the sun shines unmercifully.
I finally ordered drapes to try to mask the sun.
Note the aptly named tiebacks I use.
I got ABC and PBS only. This year, I bit the bullet, and enrolled in a very basic cable service; I still don't get any news channels or even basic ones such as TBS or Lifetime, but I do now get the broadcast networks, plus about a dozen local stations in foreign languages. This might be a good time for me to learn Spanish or Mandarin.
Let's face it, the major, in fact only, reason for me to be juggling a bi-urban lifestyle (see how that term's catching on?) is professionally. And along those lines, I must face the fact that my career has not progressed very much since last year.
I added three more shows to my New York resume, all of them artistically satisfying but financially embarrassing. I have put off the biggest chore an actor has when relocating to New York: acquiring an agent.
|I started my 2nd year in a|
wintertime production of
I know very well that my professional career is not going to expand much without one, yet I confess that I've used every excuse in the book to avoid the arduous (and deflating) task of getting one. That really has to be my next big priority, if I intend to continue living, even part-time, in New York.
So what HAVE I been doing here the past year? By my count, I have attended 35 cattle call auditions, including the one this morning which may sum up the quasi-uselessness I am currently feeling.
|Two outdoor shows kept me in|
NY all summer.
I visit the Actors Equity casting website at least once a day, and whenever there is a general audition for a show, or a theatre, or a season, which I feel may have a possibility for me, I print out that announcement and add it to my calendar. Two weeks ago, I did exactly that, for a bus-and-truck tour of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. They were looking for, among others, the exact roles I played a few years ago in DC, so I optimistically thought there may be a chance at snagging this gig.
|I don't audition for many musicals|
in NY, but having played this role
before, I thought there might be
The audition was scheduled at one of the many rehearsal/audition spaces in Manhattan, but because the audition was basically "first come / first served," I awoke early and schlepped downtown to wait in line to snag an audition slot. I was surprised when I arrived. For a project such as this, there is usually an onslaught of people crowding the room to be seen; today, there were only an handful. I waited over an hour for the Equity Approved Monitor to arrive to begin to sign up actors for slots, at which time I discovered that this was not an audition for principles, as the website had announced, but a chorus call.
So, a wasted morning. Is this a metaphor for my past year in New York? I hope not.
I did two more shows in Manhattan in the past year, and it looks likely I will return to some of those haunts next spring. But if I intend to begin to book projects which pay more than subway fare, the next step is the most distasteful to me: finding representation. Stay tuned for those horror stories.