1 month in NYC.
6 performances of my solo show.
Late night cabarets, open mics till 3am, basement theaters, courtyards, rooftops and my favorite...fire escapes...giving hundreds of condoms to strangers, wondering the streets into the wee hours of morning, dancing on the bar at Coyote Ugly, yelling at my mom NOT to get on the bar at Coyote Ugly, Jivamukti Yoga, great Italian, Zen Palate, frozen peanut butter hot chocolate, hot boxing the Hudson hotel bathroom, Dali, Opera on the subway platform, inspired performance art, topless photo shoots with nipple piercings (not mine!), musical instruments I've never heard or seen before, Central Park, an unsuccessful game of spin the bottle on the East 4th Street Stoop...and an Audience Choice award. All I have to say to you NYC is see you in September...for my next show "Rosa Raine" at ATA on 54th st!!!
As for SLUT, taking a few weeks off before I decide what's next...
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Full Moons on Fire Escapes
Full moons on fire escapes
Snow covered stoops
Hanging on rooftops in the bright city nights
A homeless man singing Elton on the train
The electricity of the city rushing right through my veins
Dali sculptures on display
But the coolest part of it - being back on the stage where it all began, where I was first given a chance.
YEAR OF THE SLUT opens 9:30pm tomorrow night in THE RED ROOM.
Snow covered stoops
Hanging on rooftops in the bright city nights
A homeless man singing Elton on the train
The electricity of the city rushing right through my veins
Dali sculptures on display
But the coolest part of it - being back on the stage where it all began, where I was first given a chance.
YEAR OF THE SLUT opens 9:30pm tomorrow night in THE RED ROOM.
Friday, February 11, 2011
La Vie Boheme
Of course I got sick the day before I flew to NY. I was terrified about coming back here to begin with - my life in LA is so comfortable, nice weather, my own lovely apartment, a car and did I mention the weather - being sick on top of the harshness of the city really put me into a panic...could I handle being back in NY? Maybe I'm not as tough as I used to be?
The fever and DayQuil induced delusions were no help...but then I had lunch with my old roommate, reminisced about when hookers tried to recruit us by the Port Authority, crashing Broadway shows at intermission when we couldn't afford the tickets, recounted several of our flings, crazy boys, peeing our pants, peeing in Madison Square Park, and her old roommate getting peed on in her sleep by a one night stand...I soon remembered why this is indeed my favorite city in the world... and that possibility lies around every corner.
Today began with a meeting at the THE VILLAGE VOICE, aka the bible...the go to guide for what's going on in this crazy town. Thanks to my supporters I raised enough cash to purchase an ad in this publication, I can't tell you how excited I am to see an ad for MY SHOW in this mag...I have been dreaming of this day for a long time...way too cool.
The fever broke, the sun came out, and hoping on the train rushing around lower Manhattan felt routine again as if I had never left. Now all I need is some Zen Palate, a day at the METT, a frozen peanut butter hot chocolate and I'm right back on track....
The fever and DayQuil induced delusions were no help...but then I had lunch with my old roommate, reminisced about when hookers tried to recruit us by the Port Authority, crashing Broadway shows at intermission when we couldn't afford the tickets, recounted several of our flings, crazy boys, peeing our pants, peeing in Madison Square Park, and her old roommate getting peed on in her sleep by a one night stand...I soon remembered why this is indeed my favorite city in the world... and that possibility lies around every corner.
Today began with a meeting at the THE VILLAGE VOICE, aka the bible...the go to guide for what's going on in this crazy town. Thanks to my supporters I raised enough cash to purchase an ad in this publication, I can't tell you how excited I am to see an ad for MY SHOW in this mag...I have been dreaming of this day for a long time...way too cool.
The fever broke, the sun came out, and hoping on the train rushing around lower Manhattan felt routine again as if I had never left. Now all I need is some Zen Palate, a day at the METT, a frozen peanut butter hot chocolate and I'm right back on track....
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
A Naked Day
I am back home in Canada gearing up to head to NY for the Frigid Festival next week. My kickstarter fundraiser was a success (YAY! and thank you to all my supporters). I still have much work ahead of me, but a mini celebration was in order for hitting my fundraising target.
It is -15 degrees where I am which is quite a shock to the system considering this is the first winter I've been home in 3 years. There are blizzard and thunder snow warnings and the city is gearing up for one of the worst storms in 18 years...
So what better way to spend the day? Naked...at an all woman's day spa with salt baths, green tea hot pools, saunas and naked women strewn about chatting and laughing. It's interesting how everyone was hanging out, ordering drinks, reading books on lounge chairs, dunking in one pool to the next completely naked as if it's totally normal. It felt like a scene out of Caligula. That is definitely something I need to work on, being more comfortable lounging around naked in public....
I must admit though a few hours there felt like a week's vacation!
It is -15 degrees where I am which is quite a shock to the system considering this is the first winter I've been home in 3 years. There are blizzard and thunder snow warnings and the city is gearing up for one of the worst storms in 18 years...
So what better way to spend the day? Naked...at an all woman's day spa with salt baths, green tea hot pools, saunas and naked women strewn about chatting and laughing. It's interesting how everyone was hanging out, ordering drinks, reading books on lounge chairs, dunking in one pool to the next completely naked as if it's totally normal. It felt like a scene out of Caligula. That is definitely something I need to work on, being more comfortable lounging around naked in public....
I must admit though a few hours there felt like a week's vacation!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Screaming Tween
The Los Angeles workshop of Slut came and went in a blur. We had a fantastic turn out, great feedback and a hell of a fun show! I am rather pleased with how it all went, minus the lighting problems on the second night...but shit happens and the show must go on...Thanks to all who came out to support!!
I went out the the House of Blues on the Sunset Strip this week for a well needed and well deserved night out of fun with friends and random strangers and to see this band I'm totally into. I don't know what it is, but there is defiantly something about sweaty men jumping around on stage making sweet noise that transforms me into a screaming 7th grader.
My friends, who are used to me being super serious and lately stressed were totally shocked to see me giddy on the dance floor with my limbs flailing uncontrollably to the rockin' tunes. They made fun of me all night, I didn't really care. I had a great time, was deeply inspired and let off just enough steam to press on and kick NY's ass with my show!
New York City, I hope you're ready for me...
I went out the the House of Blues on the Sunset Strip this week for a well needed and well deserved night out of fun with friends and random strangers and to see this band I'm totally into. I don't know what it is, but there is defiantly something about sweaty men jumping around on stage making sweet noise that transforms me into a screaming 7th grader.
My friends, who are used to me being super serious and lately stressed were totally shocked to see me giddy on the dance floor with my limbs flailing uncontrollably to the rockin' tunes. They made fun of me all night, I didn't really care. I had a great time, was deeply inspired and let off just enough steam to press on and kick NY's ass with my show!
New York City, I hope you're ready for me...
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
He Took IT Out!
Many people have been curious as to how much of this story is fact and how much is fiction. So this one is for the record...this is the official story of me in a hotel hot tub with a Rock Star...
It was New Years Eve and I was in a suite at the Royalton Hotel in NYC. A friend of a friend who was a record producer threw a crazy party...like something out of a movie where there were 5 or 6 silver trays displayed on a table with pills and each one had a card in front of it describing the drug, its effects and what not to mix it with...
After the ecstasy kicked in I found myself in a hot tub making out with a Rock Star...don't get too excited, the tub was empty and we were fully clothed. He was getting aggressive and kept trying to force my hand in his pants... "Please, just touch it, just a little, please" No. I had just met him! "Come on!" After several efforts to no avail "Do you mind if I touch myself?" Go ahead...So he took it out and helped himself along...I got up and rejoined the party...You know you're cool when you're jerking off alone in a bathroom at a party on New Year's Eve!
Quite a difference from the on-stage version, but you'll have to come see the show to hear that one!
It was New Years Eve and I was in a suite at the Royalton Hotel in NYC. A friend of a friend who was a record producer threw a crazy party...like something out of a movie where there were 5 or 6 silver trays displayed on a table with pills and each one had a card in front of it describing the drug, its effects and what not to mix it with...
After the ecstasy kicked in I found myself in a hot tub making out with a Rock Star...don't get too excited, the tub was empty and we were fully clothed. He was getting aggressive and kept trying to force my hand in his pants... "Please, just touch it, just a little, please" No. I had just met him! "Come on!" After several efforts to no avail "Do you mind if I touch myself?" Go ahead...So he took it out and helped himself along...I got up and rejoined the party...You know you're cool when you're jerking off alone in a bathroom at a party on New Year's Eve!
Quite a difference from the on-stage version, but you'll have to come see the show to hear that one!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Already Got Some...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Things are coming together for the LA shows next week and I'm getting super excited...in between the mental breakdowns. For reals, the re-writes are working out and I'm happier than I expected to be with the direction the show is going. YAY!
Last week a male acquaintance, sensing I was stressed, said to me "I hope you get some over the holidays". Granted, he doesn't know me that well, or anything about my personal life but really? Like for reals? Are guys really that out of touch? And how is that going to help my show? I already have enough material written.
Do men not realize that for women the world is like a gigantic free all you can eat buffet? The dichotomy of the sexes...I don't know of any women who have trouble "getting some"... Most of us have more than we know what to do with in the sex department. Sex is never the problem - it's the full package that's the rare commodity.
Last week a male acquaintance, sensing I was stressed, said to me "I hope you get some over the holidays". Granted, he doesn't know me that well, or anything about my personal life but really? Like for reals? Are guys really that out of touch? And how is that going to help my show? I already have enough material written.
Do men not realize that for women the world is like a gigantic free all you can eat buffet? The dichotomy of the sexes...I don't know of any women who have trouble "getting some"... Most of us have more than we know what to do with in the sex department. Sex is never the problem - it's the full package that's the rare commodity.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Research!
One of the things I love most about what I do is all the wacky stuff I can get away with for the sake of "research". A lot of people don't realize the amount of work involved when it comes to playing roles; researching where they are from, how they speak, carry themselves, what childhood trauma they suffered to shape their neurosis and so on...
I've had some pretty out-there experiences for the sake of research for my roles and my writing...I hung out at a mental institution for 2 weeks when researching schizophrenia, lived in an artist commune with 17 people and 2 bathrooms, I've even done foot fetish modeling - I made a couple hundred dollars for letting someone takes pictures of my feet while smooshing a twinkie between my toes (I was fully clothed minus the socks) - yes, people are sick.
My director advised me to watch Get Him To The Greek to help research the slimy British musician to help me with one of the characters in my show. I watched it last night and all I have to say is "Keep stroking the wall. This is what all pussy used to look like in the 70's".
Research...right?
I've had some pretty out-there experiences for the sake of research for my roles and my writing...I hung out at a mental institution for 2 weeks when researching schizophrenia, lived in an artist commune with 17 people and 2 bathrooms, I've even done foot fetish modeling - I made a couple hundred dollars for letting someone takes pictures of my feet while smooshing a twinkie between my toes (I was fully clothed minus the socks) - yes, people are sick.
My director advised me to watch Get Him To The Greek to help research the slimy British musician to help me with one of the characters in my show. I watched it last night and all I have to say is "Keep stroking the wall. This is what all pussy used to look like in the 70's".
Research...right?
Thursday, December 23, 2010
GAME ON!
I had a revelation while recording my poem "Fuck With Me" in the studio on Monday night...Something just kinda clicked and it occurred to me that I WILL make this show happen, in LA and NY....because I SAY SO! Like in season 7 of Buffy when she was fighting Caleb and she had no chance against him, he defeated her episode after episode...until she simply decided in herself that she would win...and so she did.
Well kids, that's what I decided for myself. The next day I booked my theater space in LA for January 11 & 12, 2011; I have had wonderful support on http://www.kickstarter.com/ where people can make a donation to help me get to NY....One week in and I've raised 15% of my target (thanks to all my supporters, I can't do it without you)...
It's pretty amazing how one small shift in the mind can make so many huge differences. GAME ON!
Well kids, that's what I decided for myself. The next day I booked my theater space in LA for January 11 & 12, 2011; I have had wonderful support on http://www.kickstarter.com/ where people can make a donation to help me get to NY....One week in and I've raised 15% of my target (thanks to all my supporters, I can't do it without you)...
It's pretty amazing how one small shift in the mind can make so many huge differences. GAME ON!
Monday, December 20, 2010
Faking It
Well, this month I've had to go shoppinng for a fake engagement ring and a fake wedding dress for roles...I think it might be more fun than searching for the real ones because there is no pressure...I have enough trouble packing for an over night, let alone choosing something that I'm supposed to wear until I die. And the dress, why is it women spend the most amount of money on the only dress we can only possibly wear once? It's a good thing the holiday mad shopping rush is here so I didn't have time to get sentimental in my search...
I often joke about how there are so many variables in an actress' life, the one thing she can always count on are her "fake boyfriends" - the guy who played opposite you in the shoot that just wrapped, the guy playing your husband in scene study class or your love interest for the show you're in rehearsals for...I guess that's one of the setbacks of this solo show...I play all my fake boyfriends, and you know what...it's kinda hard faking it by myself.
I often joke about how there are so many variables in an actress' life, the one thing she can always count on are her "fake boyfriends" - the guy who played opposite you in the shoot that just wrapped, the guy playing your husband in scene study class or your love interest for the show you're in rehearsals for...I guess that's one of the setbacks of this solo show...I play all my fake boyfriends, and you know what...it's kinda hard faking it by myself.
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