Friday, July 17, 2009

We All Knew it was Coming...

But sadly, folks, the show must be postponed...
Every actor seems to like it when they come to a rehearsal, but...
They get a better opportunity, something came up, family issues happen, work gets in the way...the never ending excuses are beginning to make me think that there is something wrong with the show and that they feel the need to kiss ass every time they see us. It's as if they can't say in person, "I just don't want to do this."
Ah, well. I'm fine with postponing until we can get some serious actors to do the show. At least then we'll be able to keep rolling on and on until the scheduled production date instead of wasting time in between loosing people looking for more talent.
I'll keep you few readers updated on the progress we make and other projects in the meantime.
Keep your spirits up,
-M.E.J.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

I know this blog is supposed to be for just art...

...but I can't help it, I need to rant.

I feel as if there is a curse placed upon my head regarding shows I write and produce. There's always ONE role that everyone drops out of...it's like the friggin' Defense Against the Dark Arts job or something...
I mean, this is only the second one I've produced, but still...drop-out number two. I found the cursed role: Alex. Damn it...I nearly had a spaz attack last night because I was so frustrated...there is one woman who hasn't come to any rehearsals because she's in another show so I'm attempting to memorize her lines because I have a very VERY bad feeling about it... and I just can't concentrate on ANYTHING at the moment because I have so freaking much on my plate...I hate it. I can't even freaking get through "World War Z" because I can't pick music that I can listen to without getting distracted...Phish helps sometimes, but only sometimes...The Dresden Dolls, Grand Buffet, and any musical soundtrack are instant distractors...those are good to draw to, though...But yeah...WWZ is a great book, everyone should read it.
Jeeze...what's wrong with me? I swore this blog wouldn't be a journal...oh well. Self, you fail.
This is one of those times I wish I didn't quit smoking...