tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27105499769615497912024-02-18T17:48:20.072-08:00Cameron Michael FehringAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-17000154281829566632016-03-20T16:01:00.000-07:002016-03-20T16:01:00.531-07:00My 30s: Day 1An age that I never truly contemplated until recently is here. Saturn has come and gone. I have reached the start of a new decade, a new chapter of my life, and yet I feel the same. I'm honestly a lot less hung over than I thought I would be (not at all actually... I guess those Fehring genes are showing through) and feel balanced and in-tune with myself.<div>
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I have spent this first day of my thirties, cleaning up from the party, fixing cell phone situations which involved a little bit of time travel, playing the piano and writing a little, and watching one of my favorite science fiction series. All in all, with the exception of my poor wife having to work today, it has been a pretty marvelous first day of a new decade in my life. </div>
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Tomorrow I will do some work at job four, and pack, then we will be flying home. I'm not sure where the time has gone. To me, it feels like we were just starting to plan this trip and yet its now two days away. Part of me feels like everything was just yesterday and yet ages ago. The paradoxical dichotomy of the seeming passages of time is endlessly fascinating.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-19328110805172068962016-03-19T07:34:00.000-07:002016-03-19T07:34:29.965-07:00Day 1:Well this is it. This is the last day! At 7:50 tonight I am officially a thirty year old. I am leaving the wonderful bliss of twenty-something behind.<br />
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How do I feel? Pretty content actually. I am sitting with my lovely wife and cat daughter watching one of my favorite shows, I cleaned and prepped last night so I don't have to today, and I am full from a delicious breakfast that we had delivered.<br />
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Will tonight feel like I pass through a force-field that strips away my youth? I doubt it. As I've aged, I've figured out that it really is just another day. What makes it special is what you and your loved ones implant on it. The only thing I will probably feel tomorrow is hungover (an unfortunate trait of turning 25). I made wine punch which is surprisingly stout, even for me.<br />
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This is it! It has been a fun ride and a fun project. I haven't decided if I will chronicle the first thirty days of my thirties yet. I'd better decide soon...<br />
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Anyway, thanks for reading!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-24927984628725844102016-03-19T07:00:00.001-07:002016-03-19T07:00:02.801-07:00Day 2:We all knew this day would come.<br />
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The "Artist" will now speak of his aesthetics and accomplishments. I'll try not to make it too much to bear. <br />
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I have spent a great deal of my time studying my art and "perfecting" my craft in the last decade. This endeavor actually took up most of my days in one form of another and I can't honestly say whether I'm any better at any of them when I started, but I definitely am more experienced! That truly is something to be proud of. Also, at least at this point I can finally verbalize what moves me and what I hold in the utmost importance as far as aesthetics go. Bear in mind that these hypothesis are untested and subjugated by my own person experiences and findings. No scientists were harmed in the creation of these ideas!<br />
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*Note: I am only speaking of my two main subjects and their love child: Music, Theater, and Musical Theater<br />
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There is a Venn Diagram that I have found particularly useful over the past decade...(YAY CHARTS!) and I would like to share it with you. It is highly debated among scholars and many question its validity in understanding aesthetics, but I like it and this is my blog so;<br />
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I find that I am most moved by the Academic, the Folk, and the shared spaces of all three. Why is that? Am I more moved by things unique and under experienced? Am I a snob whose intellectual aspirations cloud my ability to enjoy things on mass? Am I a hipster?<br />
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In an in depth analysis of appeal, I came to a shockingly simple answer (This also generalized and only tested by my personal observations.<br />
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Each of the three aspects of culture appeal to different parts of our being. Generally, Pop appeals to our body and our base desires. This is especially true in music! I cannot tell you the amount of times I have questioned a persons taste toward a pop song and their reply has been, "It has such a good beat!" This is generally why the lyrics contain multiple repeats of phrases. Bear in mind I am speaking only of the pure pop circle here.<br />
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What I have discovered about myself it that I am only interested in the top two circles and and the combinations of the three. Anyway, this is long and complicated and no one will probably care, but being able to articulate my aesthetic principles, even in simplistic terms, is a huge accomplishment! This is what I am after. I can truthfully say that I have a deep understanding of what moves me and can analyze that! I can also articulate in an intellectual manner why I don't like certain songs, pieces, and works (and boy do I...).<br />
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I have written some things that I'm incredibly proud of! I've performed some roles that I'm incredibly proud of! I've seen some amazing things develop and watched talent bloom and grow! I've performed with numerous Jazz Combos, Rock Bands, Big Bands, and A Capella groups. I've done "prestigious" things and I've had more fun that I can say. I've tap danced! (Childhood dreams do come true!) Anyway, I can't even talk about all I've done because a decade is a long time!<br />
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In this coming decade, I'm going to be less awkward about sharing my talents (even if that means singing more karaoke, which I hate). I feel for some reason, that even if people ask me what I'm working on, I'm being irritating if I talk about it. I know I can deliver the goods, so I'm going to have to start acting like it. I think the key is to find balance and still maintain my charm.<br />
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Anyway, people, this is the end of day two!<br />
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I actually wish that people would celebrate days from every culture and clan across the world with such gusto! Perhaps if we did, even if it involved some poor behavior, we could come at conflict with a bit more understanding and love!</div>
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Why do we celebrate anyway? I believe it comes from our oh so human need for connection. I maintain that people are their most true selves when they celebrate and one can learn more from a person in five minutes than working with them for two months! My catering job has given me the opportunity to study celebrations that I couldn't even imagine and I get to attend like a fly on the wall. It's the very best way! I've also seen the darker sides of celebrations, but that is a whole other blog.<br />
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Something I've done my best to overcome in my twenties is how much celebration means to me and how heartbroken I can feel if things go wrong. I like most, will be celebrating this momentous birthday with a party. An embarrassing confession: I have hosted lots of parties throughout my life where no one came. I know that last sentence reads like a teen angst plot cliche, but alas its true. <br />
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It has taken me years to finally realize that it is not a reflection of me, that there is no malicious intent, and that life gets in the way sometimes. Sometimes the irony of this situation escapes me, especially since I have never surrounded myself with those kinds of people (in my personal life anyway...) However, I'm still afraid. Sometimes fear can be a good thing. On the bright side, it constantly reminds me of how much my friends and loved ones mean to me! I also am eternally grateful for my awesome wife ( I know, I know. She really is amazing! Those of you who know her know!)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-22390702688789096972016-03-17T08:46:00.001-07:002016-03-17T08:46:43.846-07:00Day 4:<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">There's nothing quite like a series of unfortunate events, mistakes, and disappointments to bring you back to reality.</span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">All of my pet peeves boil down to two major principles and I beg your pardon but there will be some language in those points</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">1. DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">2. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!<br><br>The most important revelation that has come to me throughout my twenties, besides the fact that no one really knows anything in the grand scheme of things and thy even experts can flounder in their own fields, is that my pet peeves are of course based on my own short comings. Maybe that's why they bother me so much. In my perception, I work exceptionally hard everyday just to appear somewhat functional in society: to get done what I need to and to be kind to other humans while doing it. I mean that's what society is, an "agreed" upon set of rules, regulations, and containment initiatives that attempt to hold millions of desperate, disparate souls into a cohesive, mostly functional, idealized union. Humanities survival for this long has been nothing short of miraculous under these conditions, especially considering that everyone's individual and personal truths are entirely unique and most wars are fought over less.<br><br>The point is, I've been told I should let my pet peeves go and be more forgiving of humanity. None of us are perfect and that is constantly and consistently proven; however I have found that whenever I depend upon the kindness of strangers, I am left disappointed: the words of this optimist who was ripped into realism seem hallow and flawed. I know from experience how difficult daily life can be and still somehow manage to try. Am I completely wrong to at least hope that other people will do the same? Is my disappointment my own doing because of these optimistic views that I cling to or am I just in my views and the disappointment in people, genuinely earned?<br><br>Who can say. Maybe my thirties will prove more illuminating on this illustrious subject, or maybe the whole endeavor is folly...<br><br><br>It should be noted that this reflection is based on the general public and people that I am forced to deal with at jobs and in daily life, not on my own acquaintances, friends, or family. I am remarkably lucky and blessed by the people I call my own! This is merely an expression of an overly sensitive, overthinking human who questions everything by nature.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-85188047932820700492016-03-15T21:11:00.001-07:002016-03-15T21:11:39.305-07:00Day 5:Today, I got to cash in on a Christmas Gift.<br />
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It wasn't just any gift, my wonderful wife got us both tickets to see one of my songwriting and performance heroes at Madison Square Garden!<br />
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I can't even begin to put into words how I feel so this will have to be all for now, just know that an item off my bucket list was checked off tonight!<br />
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Progress!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-14412885312873043052016-03-14T18:18:00.001-07:002016-03-14T18:18:35.887-07:00Day 6:Warning: This post is going to gush a little.<div>
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I have the best wife in the world. I know that's a big statement, but it's true. She surprised me yesterday with my first Birthday gift and has gotten me one for each successive day until my thirtieth. She is constantly thinking about me and how to make my life better and I am truly a better person because of her. I do my best to do the same!</div>
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Honestly, I never thought I would get married. I had resigned myself in my early twenties to spending my life alone, with lots of friends for sure, but alone. I was a romantic and believed wholeheartedly in love, I just never thought it could happen to me. I have always been self conscious, didn't really consider myself attractive, and had had relationships in the past that had ended badly, either for me or them or both. The combination of those things led to this belief, Boy was I wrong.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-72506595928468639762016-03-13T18:24:00.001-07:002016-03-13T18:24:37.215-07:00Day 7:There are some days you just can't. Today is one of those days.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-24116618536310271272016-03-12T17:23:00.001-08:002016-03-12T17:23:09.902-08:00Day 8:Does one who hasn't accomplished their goals deserve to relax? Does a person who has aspirations bigger than there current situation deserve some hours to spend time with people they love? I have read lots of "articles" on social media that claim truly successful people never take time off, never take vacations, never take a moment for themselves... Is this true? Is it possible that one can't be successful if they don't devote every waking second to their day?<div><br></div><div>For most of my early adulthood, I felt guilty. I have always pushed myself hard: sometimes to the breaking point. I'm from an area where self reliance and work ethic are prized traits. These traits make or break a new person to the area and with the first impression, the locals know. They can just tell. It's like a sixth sense for hardworking folks. I must admit, this has become another pet peeve but that's not what this blog is about. My point is I have spent far too much time in the past decade comparing myself to my heroes and feeling like a failure. Feeling like my "success" is never going to be a great as my heroes because the timelines don't match up.</div><div><br></div><div>It all comes down to my definition of success. In the last year, I had a revelation. Instead of wasting time, which I have decided feeling like a failure is, I have taken those feelings as an indicator that I'm tired, and need a break. It might not be the status quo and it might just be me justifying inherent laziness, however, I have never been happier or more productive. A lot of that has to do with my amazing wife who is a constant inspiration.</div><div><br></div><div>Frankly, I don't know what the future holds and I can't even begin to guess but what I know right here and right now is I'm going to keep following dreams and keep doing things that make me feel like a success. One of the best, is being married and succeeding as a husband, a cat father and a friend. </div><div><br></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">When ever I feel down</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">I just look at where I'm from </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">and am proud of where I came from and how far that I have come.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">I mean look at this!</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8qQSRt3Lqarplr8g98G_XYju5oYH3gTBdWUJ4UQKtl-qwnXuIsGzgsw9E3LfC9eFTEBjyggGdH1-9IbZj7a8OxrAtbs8LkqU2ECUkI-ywNxDXk7clRegBuYtPG9qhA70DDtHMYw4kpCc/s640/blogger-image-1720564475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8qQSRt3Lqarplr8g98G_XYju5oYH3gTBdWUJ4UQKtl-qwnXuIsGzgsw9E3LfC9eFTEBjyggGdH1-9IbZj7a8OxrAtbs8LkqU2ECUkI-ywNxDXk7clRegBuYtPG9qhA70DDtHMYw4kpCc/s640/blogger-image-1720564475.jpg"></a></div><br></font></div><div>Actually, it's this.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI-av8vUvZUEE7UA6E77ee9s5ZMbfQrWbtrsz89zi_Lw3QUqbEdGK6RXsg3TAWFHmLMVoAW7_42NbJT6KDhe5ryyVVwzYNInLHsVp-LgxY8XqNgGGkZwHZhCetwzKCHBRQYHTNV68MHkT3/s640/blogger-image-241355874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI-av8vUvZUEE7UA6E77ee9s5ZMbfQrWbtrsz89zi_Lw3QUqbEdGK6RXsg3TAWFHmLMVoAW7_42NbJT6KDhe5ryyVVwzYNInLHsVp-LgxY8XqNgGGkZwHZhCetwzKCHBRQYHTNV68MHkT3/s640/blogger-image-241355874.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To this!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbyT5QNwLA39XFAqxPs3w7WgGFmgXlZzMBekQ9HhIckbyNDvsdthQT97Bh6ThazKh64lCvhWYVC7dRs7Kevn_-rDfnKx-4I0SJI6Xr1N9m3foU_x_QA3znl-i6ifecn7_tvlEFRG6qm7ca/s640/blogger-image-146859305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbyT5QNwLA39XFAqxPs3w7WgGFmgXlZzMBekQ9HhIckbyNDvsdthQT97Bh6ThazKh64lCvhWYVC7dRs7Kevn_-rDfnKx-4I0SJI6Xr1N9m3foU_x_QA3znl-i6ifecn7_tvlEFRG6qm7ca/s640/blogger-image-146859305.jpg"></a></div><br></div>And this!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpMLuDzYG4tiqiU1NyUMh2YbiUhyxK9_knBGWzDhX-E_Y4aRIkhko3kL0YVbsVhwPywaE9G1pJvTo7luIHy6Z7149YDQ9e0gkAWAqsTdYiGQF_8UHVWwSYNW7Iu2m3xfl_fwprlumr6HY/s640/blogger-image-632012234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpMLuDzYG4tiqiU1NyUMh2YbiUhyxK9_knBGWzDhX-E_Y4aRIkhko3kL0YVbsVhwPywaE9G1pJvTo7luIHy6Z7149YDQ9e0gkAWAqsTdYiGQF_8UHVWwSYNW7Iu2m3xfl_fwprlumr6HY/s640/blogger-image-632012234.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And all the wonderful people I've met in my twenties!</div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My proudest discovery of my twenties has been the Buhhdist principle of balance. It fuels my happiness and keeps my "artist angst" in check. I hope that in my thirties I get even better at it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><br></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-39372266120762710802016-03-11T12:30:00.001-08:002016-03-11T20:18:36.400-08:00Day 9:<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Today's events were fairly slow compared to my previous days. I had the day almost entirely off except for a shift at the Public and a previous engagement. The Public is always fun even though it involves dealing with the public (for future reference: whenever I am referring to the theater, it will be capitalized; the general public as in groups of people, lowercase). The appointment was for my wife and I to upgrade to the latest iPhone!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">That's something I never thought I would be happy about! Ten years ago, it wasn't even possible. I mean think about it. What were you doing in 2006? I was still using a desktop computer exclusively, had a massive movie collection that was continuously updated through bargain bins, burned all of my MP3 files to CD, had a separate calculator, took notes on paper, and texted but with the numeric system! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How far we've come! I mean ten years ago I couldn't conceive of needing the piece of conglomerated technology that I'm writing this blog on right now! One thing is for certain, having iPhones when we moved to this city saved our poor little small town lives! Hotel wifi needed payment, coffee shops and fast food places had it, but no where to plug in (my laptop was already dying a slow death) and we had to find a place to live and stay connected with our jobs!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's impressive what one can do on these devices and how many items they replace! I still can't entirely except that all of the content for my show @retailsongcycle has been created on iPhones.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I guess what tonight's post has really been about is how quickly things become common, everyday, and are taken for granted. 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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-44470466891074131302016-03-10T20:25:00.000-08:002016-03-11T12:29:16.699-08:00Day 10:It has been another really long day. Today was my Friday however and I couldn't be more grateful. I'm currently sitting in the dark eating leftover Thai food and listening to the distant sounds of crappy party music, Food Network, and my lovely wives peaceful sleep breathing. I spent most of today away from her and I hate that. I am however glad she seems to be sleeping well.<br />
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I worked another triple today. It started off alright, we were preparing for a normal corporate visit, which is an awful lot like Mel Brook's Governor character in Blazing Saddles, "We have to protect our phony-bologna jobs, gentlemen! We have to do something about this immediately; immediately!". The phenomenon is something I've grown used to and can prepare for. Essentially we have to make it seem like everyone is doing their jobs well all of the time, even when that isn't the case. However, my team was thrown a curve ball today. <br />
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Those of us in merchandising at a certain unnamed mega corporation are submitted to monthly auditing (read as pop quiz) to ensure that or jobs are being done thoughtfully and maintained. Today our auditor showed up at the same time as the corporate walk. This was to much for the upper management team and they went into panic mode, a very common maneuver in their oeuvre of working habits. I ended up working for two and a half hours on a project, only to have to rip it down right afterwards: destroying all of my effort and essentially wasting my time.<br />
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That is the purpose of today's blog readers. My beloved family is planning a party for my birthday and somehow it came up that all of our individual pet peeves should be celebrated by everyone at the party. I have in my late twenties, narrowed down my personal pet peeves to just two major distinct, succinct causes, but those will be revealed closer to my birthday. Today I will focus on one of the outskirt peeves that comes from both sources: wasting my time.<br />
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I try every single day to not have a moment wasted. I read and write on the train, I use monotonous tasks to create in my mind or sing songs to keep my voice in shape, I am always thinking about something as a precaution to avoid wasting my time. I guess the moral of the story is I do everything in my power to make sure my time is spent doing something that I find productive. I hate do overs (not mistakes or experiments) when in a context of miscommunication; when all of the struggles and work could have been avoided if people would've spoken to each other. This is very common. I am irritated far more than I should be.<br />
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Am I wrong? Am I completely out of line? I always try to complete something if I say I'm going to complete it, even if it can be time consuming or tedious. Don't make me do it twice...I won't be happy. Are you curious what the headliner pet peeves are?<br />
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I guess you'll just have to stay tuned (dated myself there....eesh) to see!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-43188388968645427882016-03-09T19:03:00.001-08:002016-03-11T12:28:47.031-08:00Day 11:<span style="color: rgb(69 , 69 , 69); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Time for another confession. Today's list was going to be my favorite shows that I've seen in my twenties. They all happened in New York. Then I was going to narrow it to New York shows and I realized that all of them have been at a specific theater...my theater. I don't know if I'm suffering from a familiar bias, if it's because I feel personally involved being in the room where it happened, because I've seen them all multiple times, or if it's because they are genuinely that great (I hope it's the last one)!</span><br />
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The other issue, I can't actually assign values and position the shows numerically. They all mean so much to me and touch me in different ways every single time (all the feels) and therefore I can't "pick a winner".</div>
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<b>Hamilton</b></div>
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<b>Fun Home</b></div>
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<b>Here Lies Love</b></div>
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<b>The Good Person of Szechwan</b></div>
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<b>The Apple Family Plays</b></div>
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Runner Up</div>
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<b>First Daughter Suite</b></div>
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The videos don't do them justice but it gives you a taste of what was and is! These pieces have changed my life personally and professionally and someday I hope to do the same. If you're more curious about any of the shows, I will gladly go into detailed discussion with you.</div>
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There have also been a show or two that I HATED! But that has no place here!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-17315956574570621042016-03-09T03:49:00.001-08:002016-03-11T12:28:38.294-08:00Day 12:<span style="color: rgb(69 , 69 , 69); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Day 12:</span><br />
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Today was a long day: it was my first triple in a long time and I'm exhausted. So I'll keep it brief and focus on some more joy that I've found in my twenties.</div>
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My Top Five Favorite Foods I Didn't Try Until My Twenties:</div>
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I'm not going to lie, as a child if you would have told me that I would love eating raw fish, I probably would've gotten sick. I had a weak stomach and couldn't handle the thought. When I finally tried it however at the age of twenty-one and somewhat ironically in the middle of Montana, I loved it!</div>
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It was a very unilateral story for these little guys as well. Now I go out of my way to try dishes that contain this succulent ingredient!</div>
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I have a kind of cool mutation in my family. We "suffer" from what is called Super Taster Syndrome where for some reason our taste buds are four times more sense than the average human. As a result, I had to train my palette to be able to process multiple flavors at once and for a long time, couldn't handle things like ketchup, mustard and pickles together on a burger. I could do each of them one at a time, but not together. When I finally had worked my mouth into adulthood as well, this flavor profile was legendary and Its now my preferred method of consuming hotdogs! </div>
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Sweet mother of goodness! Don't even read any further, just run out and get one right now!!!!</div>
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This may seem silly because everyone loves pizza, and I did and do but let me tell you, all those earlier feelings were nothing compared to that first time that I took a bite of New York Pizza! I was always a pan crust kind of guy and where I'm from, most of the establishments that serve pizza are chains. Now I'm a complete and total convert to the slice you have to fold in half to eat, in fact I eat it far more than I should. But hey, joy is joy right? And should be cultivated.</div>
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-There were some very close runner ups and not surprisingly, most of them have to do with NYC. This town will change anyone's culinary prowess for the better. </div>
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-I should also note that after my tongue got used to processing punches of flavor, I became very adventurous in food and still am to this day. That is something I am very proud that as well. After all, going from a child who preferred his burgers plain and on a plain bun with no condiments, to an adult who will try anything and can appreciate almost everything he's ever eaten is an accomplishment of note.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-83813544090469622302016-03-07T18:41:00.001-08:002016-03-07T18:41:03.712-08:00Day 13:<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Day 13:</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">A list of my top five favorite projects in my 20s-</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Here's a bit of a preface, if you haven't gathered from reading, or by knowing me, I'm a busy guy. I confessed the other day how much I love being busy, that pared with my inherent verbosity in most written occasions can make for some very long posts. With these lists I'm attempting minimalism; but please don't discount the amount of thought that went into the decisions. I have loved almost everything I have ever done creatively, this was a tough list to make.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div>5: MAT Cabaret:</div><div><br></div><div>There were some great moments and some terrible ones but the Topsy Turvey Cabaret in February of 2009 was something I will always remember. We sang songs and wore clothes for the opposite gender while maintaining all of the traditions we developed. There was something really special about that run. This was also the most hats I've ever worn as a practitioner of theater and I'm still alive!</div></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">4: Guys and Dolls II:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I actually performed this show twice in my twenties (the first time will be on a different, much darker list {in fact it might even warrant a post of its own}). The second performance was my first major role in Missoula and it was tough. I stepped out of my comfort zone, out of the music department, our of my Fach, and stepped on some toes along the way. All of those things scared me to death. Turns out I could hit the notes, fit right in in the department, and win people back over, even if I stepped on important appendages. I made some lifelong friends and was recognized for the first time in my twenties, on talent alone. My one regret is that the night a cast member 's family filmed the show (illegally), it was closing night, I had developed a sinus infection. It was so severe that the next day, the infection came out my eyes! So of course that's the video on YouTube...I don't sound too bad, but still (insert awkward pretentious singer babbling here)!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">3: Crazy For You:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I don't remember much of this show. The whole thing is a blur. It took place right after my dad passed away. I'm truly grateful for the healing and distraction it allowed and am still amazed I got through it. I am truly proud of the work I did. One thing I do remember, one particular night our elevator with all of our costumes and tap shoes got stuck between floors. Something had, thank God, told me to grab my shoes (something I had never done before) and take them with me. The result, I was one of two people making tap sounds in the show. We got through it! Unfortunately for me, I was so stressed that I did the choreography backwards (I still made every single sound though!) also unfortunately for me, this was the night another cast member's parent filmed. It just seems to be my luck!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">2: Urinetown:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This show was very special to me for several reasons but most importantly it came at the perfect time (I had just been fired for a non-legitimate reason from a job that I hated), was a part I never thought I would get to play, and allowed me to use both my performance and design talents. I'm still incredibly proud of this show and what was done in it. It was also the first show I performed with my wife in!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">1: The Retail Song Cycle:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This show has been in development since 2009. That same summer as Urinetown, a fire was awoken in me to tell not only my story, but the story of all of us. The effects that place had on my psyche and spirit I still feel to this day. The way I saw humanity treat itself shaped my philosophies, warped my principles, and nearly succeeded in extinguishing hope. Now hopefully, this will be the year the world gets to see it. It might be vain to choose something I'm attempting to promote, but the way this story has unfolded, changed my life and I am overly proud of the work I've done.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Links to most of these things can be found on my website or Soundcloud page if you're curious.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-35457767569687955152016-03-06T18:32:00.001-08:002016-03-11T12:28:06.156-08:00Day 14<span style="color: rgb(69 , 69 , 69); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Day 14:</span><br />
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Here are my top five favorite positions I have held in my twenties.</div>
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Ah my home town, well one of them anyway, had an adorable little mom and pap bookstore that also sold children's toys and tobacco. It was my dream job because I fancied myself a book guy and positions were hard to come by. This was when retail was still a romanticized business to me. I loved that little place and am sad it doesn't exist anymore.</div>
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This was the sweetest gig I ever had! I checked in on two kids twice a day and got my apartment and all of my meals paid for as well as my toaster and a years worth of cleaning supplies after it was over!</div>
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I know it seems silly and doesn't pay the best, but this job has allowed me to see theater being developed! Not just any theater but Tony award winning theater and some of the best that I have ever seen! It has given me the opportunity to watch shows like Fun Home, Hamilton, and Here Lies Love come into being and evolve and I can't imagine a better way to hone my craft!</div>
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The kitchen can be an intimidating place. It is both an art studio, and a science lab: the difference is that your work will be judged immediately, harshly, and can literally kill someone (depending on the food you make...)</div>
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I know it doesn't seem like much but the truth is, the onion is the key that unlocks every major savory cuisine in the world! I learned a long time ago that even people who claim to not like onions, miss the flavor when it's not there. There is something inherently delicious about that wonderful flavor and it goes in basically everything. It's very important! I slice it three different ways for my guacamole, salsa, and bean dip! </div>
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This point proves itself but the right kind of alcohol can take a regular recipe and make it gourmet. Making marinara? Add Merlot. Making a pan sauce? Add beer! Whisky bean dip, Koltiska strawberry shortcake, Baileys and Oreos (just kidding!)...but seriously. It's all magical! Try it!</div>
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If you know me at all you know my favorite time of year is the holidays. Winter is my favorite season followed closely by fall and both seasons call for spice. Mulled wine is a magical beverage that monopolizes my thoughts during the colder months. I'm proud to say that at the age 26, I completed my recipe and was confident enough to share it. This December, I even made custom labels for bottles that we shared. People love it and so do we. When you start making recipes your own, you truly start to "own" the kitchen.</div>
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This process took a long time and the resulting recipe is a combination of 6 different recipes and lots of experimentation, butter and flour, a touch of shortening, and vodka. The reason being, the liquor makes the dough a workable consistency but evaporates almost entirely, making the crust flaky and tender.</div>
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This is a right of passage for every cook, in every home, in this country. Many people don't even attempt it! Rightfully so I might add. I have mighty shoes to fill! My Mom's Mom is an amazing cook! Her Thanksgivings are the stuff of legend! Everything she made was amazing and lots of the recipes I make are in an effort to live up to the traditions she and the rest of our family put in place. Love you, Grandma! </div>
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The very first year I attempted to make a Turkey, I was terrified! I'm not going to lie to you, raw poultry freaks me out! I had decided to brine it and when I was taking it out of the fridge, it slipped and raw poultry infested liquid went EVERYWHERE and I channeled my father and swore up a storm. My wife and sister still make fun of me for that outburst but I feel it's justified. As a victim of salmonella, I can tell you it's not a fun thing to risk. </div>
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The point is, there is something that's truly amazing about preparing your own food and food for people you love! One of my favorite things we started last year was a monthly dinner party with a group of friends. It hasn't been every month but scheduling anything in this town is a nightmare! The point is, I'm proud I've used my first decade of real adulthood to do some real adulting by cooking: you should try it! I'm still learning everyday and love every minute of it!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-61811102631077231032016-03-04T18:19:00.001-08:002016-03-11T12:27:08.430-08:00Day 16:<span style="color: rgb(69 , 69 , 69); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Day 16:</span><br />
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I once heard someone say that obligations must be met and for the most part, I agree. (This gem was probably my father but I cannot remember exactly. He said things like this all the time.) That is philosophically something I have spent the majority of my adulthood trying to live. I am a firm believer that promises should be kept, agreements should be fulfilled, contracts should be upheld and yet even now I am engaging in hypocritical behavior. </div>
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Tonight's post will be short. The main reason: today was my only day off. My wife also had the day off. Spending time with her is something I need with every fiber of my being. Work/life balance is something I'm still working on, as a living conundrum who is inherently a little lazy but also doesn't like sitting still.</div>
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In short, I'm writing this because I said I would and am living up to my obligations and deadlines, but feel guilty because four paragraphs is not the best work I can do and the perfectionist control freak that lives in my head is belittling me. This is adulthood. This is actually what being an adult means: balancing opposing forces that could tear you apart in such a way that they don't.</div>
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The next five post will be other than me waxing philosophical. My twenties have been more than me learning a lot and realizing that I know nothing. Ah, adulthood.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-62842969629580855702016-03-03T19:28:00.001-08:002016-03-11T12:26:39.314-08:00Day 17<span style="color: rgb(69 , 69 , 69); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Day 17:</span><br />
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Moments of epiphany are recherché and an unbelievably beautiful thing. Whether on a large scale or a minuscule one, the world's spinning slows for a moment and you feel your whole being click into a place of adherence and understanding. You are the key that finally fits. Waves of euphoria cleanse you and doubt, for a moment, is washed away. A whole new perspective is philosophically within your grasp and everything seems right in the world. Even the memories of these moment can motivate and invigorate who you are and what you can become. </div>
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Some would question my mental state reading the opening statement for this blog about my twenties, but believe me, there is a purpose to my musings.</div>
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I personally believe that the epiphanies we experience throughout our lives are chief motivators of our behavior. The sensation I described is literally, one of the most rewarding emotional states we can experience on this plane of existence. I know I have been personally affected.</div>
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Truth be told, and why not at this point, I get that feeling with songwriting. The rush of having music and lyrics pour out after days, weeks, and sometimes months of hard work (Pansy took seven months to complete) and the depth and emotional implications that your subconscious can produce never cease to amaze me. Composing music is still something very mystical and magical in my mind and I hope it always will be. I have studied it my whole cognitive life and still get chills, still am moved in ways I never expected. I feel that way performing too!</div>
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Maybe I'm selfish in that I want to create this feeling for myself as a career. Or perhaps this is the actual dream, to find a task that stimulates you so deeply, you are moved and epiphanies are had. It was easy as a child when everything was new and wonderful. Adulting is hard. Daily life can overtake you in an instant and your dreams seem unattainable or unworthy of your investments. That undefinable fear that lingers about lives wasted and moments lost.</div>
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Don't give up! I knew what I was meant to do the moment I first sang in front of people. Then schooling, career counseling, and a lot of bad advice got in my way. I am so grateful for the people who always believed in my talent and have supported my endeavors, as crazy as they sometimes seem. I found my epiphany, and at almost thirty can still stand behind my decisions. I honestly hope you find yours.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-74225079534955711112016-03-02T18:25:00.001-08:002016-03-11T12:26:02.090-08:00Day 18<span style="color: rgb(69 , 69 , 69); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Day 18:</span><br />
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Today is the third day in a row where I will be standing for over twelve hours. My feet are not fans of this behavior, but every other part of my body seems to love the act of being active. My mind however is enthralled by the challenges of multitasking and the constant stimulation of creation. One of the perceived benchmarks of actual adulthood is the honing in on goals and the focus that results. This concentration of endeavors supposedly allows for more free time, more fulfilling work, more hours in the day, distinctions between our work and our home life. I guess these desires weren't conceived by a person with a mind like mine. Sometimes my brain even convinces itself that it yearns for simplicity, but cannot handle the consequences of said lifestyle. Even before my twenties I was a scatterbrained, busy-bodied, overbooked, multitasker who somehow miraculously managed and continues to pull through the perceived chaos.</div>
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I have been told throughout my life that if I stopped for a moment and concentrated on one single endeavor, the results would be astounding. Personally, my results have proven otherwise. My best grades were from last minute assignments. My best songs sprung out right before the deadlines. All of my projects depend on pressure, and the momentary distraction from the problem at hand brought about by other projects breathes fresh air into a subject that can feel stale after days of concentration.</div>
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For instance, today on top of my day jobs, I was working on this blog; book, music, and lyrics for "The Retail Song Cycle"; book, music, and lyrics for two other shows; music and lyrics for a separate musical project with a friend; a new Musical Theatre podcast called "Frivolous"; reading a book; planning the party this blog is counting down to; creating systems for freelance work; watching Gilmore Girls; cooking dinner; and spending time with my wonderful wife.</div>
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When I reread the list above, I myself begin to question my sanity! My biggest problem is that I love learning and always have. I get immense pleasure from knowledge and in depth discussion on subject far and wide. My interests are eclectic, diverse, and constantly growing. If I come across a subject or item or story that creates that tug my body knows so well, I immediately begin researching. I ponder it from all angles, discern its implications, digest my personal feelings about the subject and cannot seem to get it out of my head until it is complete and cognizant in my mind. </div>
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This lesson is one my twenties and I didn't see eye to eye on until toward the end. It has taken me a long time and needless to say lots of thinking to be ok with the way my head works. It's creative and successive and seemingly scattered to everyone but me. After years of torment I finally look at my everywhereness as an advantage. It's something I took for granted as a child, that institutionalized learning and standardized testing took from me, and that I am eternally grateful for now.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-24900669185196231222016-03-01T17:24:00.001-08:002016-03-11T12:25:46.232-08:00Day 19<span style="color: rgb(69 , 69 , 69); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Day 19:</span><br />
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There are some other "marks of adulthood" that haven't quite kicked in for me yet. I'm still a mess potential. This is something that bothers me as well. My twenties have involved me living in several locations, some of which were just mine: something everyone should experience at least once as a test of your person. </div>
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That year I had thrown a Christmas Party and didn't actually finishing cleaning up after until my birthday. Gross. In my defense I was rocking a twenty-four credit semester, two jobs, and every show the department produced that year in some fashion, plus being a typical twenty year old and purposefully missing out on the four hours of sleep opportunity actually available to me by hanging out with friends. Cleaning was quite literally my last priority as a twenty year old human. I thought perhaps the age and lack of aesthetic value in that apartment was also a factor.</div>
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It was a little better after I moved to Missoula, Montana to continue my education. I had multiple roommates for the first time in my life and that helped but even still, none of us were naturally neat people. I actually ended up living in three places in Missoula in my five year tenure there. </div>
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The first one was a beautiful three bedroom duplex on the South Hills. I loved that place. My dad drove all of our stuff up there from Riverton, Wyoming using one of his many covered trailers. He lead the convoy at an excrutiatingly slow pace up Interstate 90, I occupied the center spot, and my friend Alex (he had another name at the time) brought up the rear. When we arrived, we squatted on our own living room floor because the real estate managers, Lambros: a name that would grow more foul the longer I stayed, had decided to change our move in date without informing us. I should have known there was something amiss because three months later, Lambros sold the property out from under our lease and forced us to move. </div>
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My third and final home was a beautiful one bedroom apartment on Pine Street in Historic Downtown Missoula. I stayed in this place for five years. It was not only three times the size of the apartment in NYC we live in now, but it was also the first place my wife and I lived together. We even went so far as to research the apartment building's history because of its unique architecture and layout. We loved that place and were sad to see it go. </div>
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All of the places in Missoula were habitually messy as well. So much for the aesthetic nature of the home inspiring me to clean. I remember as a child, the only time I ever wanted to have a neat room was when a friend or guest was coming over. That feeling stayed with me through my teens and my early twenties. </div>
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These two have also been habitually messy. I could claim, and rightfully so, that this city is too fast paced and requires far more effort just to live and therefore my home can lean toward the messy side of the spectrum. While that is partially factual, the truth remains that cleaning is not especially high on my list of priorities. My poor wife was a bit of a neat freak before I came into her life and has sadly had to settle for a less than spotless existence. On the bright side, we both have more relaxing time; something that is rare and desperately needed here. Also on the positive side of the spectrum, I have gotten better about doing dishes and dusting, scrubbing and polishing, and staying somewhat organized. However to claim it will ever become my top priority; alas it probably will not. Although who knows, maybe in nineteen days something will finally click and I'll become a compulsive tidier. Maybe I'll also become a morning person who isn't dependent on stimulants in high doses. Who can say? Anything is possible.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-82926569620892710932016-02-29T18:39:00.001-08:002016-03-11T12:24:49.879-08:00Day 20<span style="color: rgb(69 , 69 , 69); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Today marks the beginning of the last Twenty days of my twenties. What a thing to mark. And on a leap year no less! Why does the age </span><br />
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Looking back, I can hardly believe how much of my life has happened in this decade. It may only be a 1/3 of my life so far but it is the first that has been entirely mine with no external influence. Most of my friends, most of my memories, most of my education, and most of my proudest accomplishments took place between the ages of Twenty and Thirty. I have been incredibly fortunate! I don't write that phrase lightly. I have also faced hardship and lost people I never thought I would lose. I have been stretched to my very limits and found comfort in the limitless limits of everyday life. I have striven and pursued and continued to follow my dreams. I've done things I never imagined I would do in my teens. I explored aspects of humanity in ways I'd never thought possible, and all the while perfecting my kitchen finesse.</div>
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Creatively it has been my most prolific decade and I have continued to hone my skills and talents, philanthropically it has been my most interesting decade, and professionally, I have worked more interesting places and with more interesting people than the entirety of my life before. In fact, today I just picked up a fourth job. Ridiculous, right? I went to work retail from 7a-12:30p and then at 1p, I started a freelance job with a friends new company and put in another 8 hours. I also now treasure a good work ethic and no longer take its existence for granted. </div>
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It's been a hell of a journey and I still feel like it's only just beginning. Maybe it's the dichotomy of feeling like your life is still starting but also feeling 30 years of wear and tear on your body and having 30 years of living experience under your belt; the simultaneous too young and too old feeling that people can't handle. Who can say? My mother had already had me and my sister when she was my age. That really puts things into perspective, but then again it doesn't. Everyone is different and every journey is different. I am completely the same and totally different. I am transformed and frozen. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-66091836767192439432015-07-09T10:43:00.001-07:002015-07-09T10:43:03.770-07:00Theatre Etiquette for Everyone<div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Theatre is in my mind the most wonderful art. It combines all disciplines, all forms, and most importantly is live. The artists are all there with you. You are experiencing a work of art in real time and it is unlike the performance has ever been or ever will be again. You have the privilege of participating in a singular, once in a lifetime event and you can feel the energy. Even if you don't concur with my boastful opinion, you must agree that theater is unique, even among the performing arts. That is why there are certain rules that must be obeyed; so that you and your partners in happening can get the maximum enjoyment out of your individual and societal experience. The rules were laid out, not because of pretension and animosity, but to ensure the most fair and democratic enjoyment.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">1. This should go without saying, but it is apparently necessary as manners and common courtesies have gone by the wayside. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> DON'T TALK!!!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You are not in your living room! This isn't a ball game! You can't get this kind of experience at home watching tv in your underwear, or even at the movies. This is live and no matter what you might think, everyone can hear you. Actors, Crews and most importantly, other audience members. You are breaking everyone's concentration and unless you are the most ignorant human who has ever existed, I know you can feel the stony glares emanating at you from all directions. Seriously, some shows require people to complete very difficult and dangerous tasks that require utmost concentration. You are literally endangering people's lives and quite literally your own. So please enjoy the show, savor every moment, talk to your companions after the show. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> SHUT UP!!!!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If this rule seems shocking and uncalled for, not talking will actually be a great exercise for that dull and underworked organ rotting between your eyes. Also try to remember and savor. It's something we don't get to do very much in this epitome of consumer American whoredom that we call cultural existence. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">2. This should also go without saying but this is also a sticky point,</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> BE ON TIME!!!!! </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And by on time I mean at least 15 if not 30 minutes early!!!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The reason, a theater production involves a lot of people, more than you would imagine most likely: and all of those people agree to a strict schedule by being hired or purchasing a ticket to said event. If you are late for a train, it will leave the station without you. So will a plane, a car service, an elevator, most things in life adhere to a schedule. Theater is no different. You may be a paying customer but you agreed to be on time when you purchased the ticket.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Subpoint: don't you dare yell at the front of house staff for ANY reason but especially if YOU are late. This is your fault. Even with the most valid excuse in the world (Hint*--dinner ran late, usual traffic, oversleeping, you forgot the tickets at home, etc. are NOT valid excuses) the other partons, ticket holders, customers, call them what you will all managed to make it here on time. None of us will be waiting for you. If they did hold the house for you, I have pity on your soul.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If it were up to me, you wouldn't get in, you wouldn't get to reschedule, and you wouldn't get a refund! Thankfully it's not up to me. Most theaters will find a time to slip you in if heaven forbid you are late, but that is at their and the directors discretion. Yes, the director decides these moments, so once again keep your frustration and self loathing to yourself. Don't you dare try and talk an usher into letting you in. They won't and it makes you look like an asshole. No matter when you are slipped in, it will be disruptive which causes the same effects as breaking rule one. DON'T DO IT!!!!!!!!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Along the same lines</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">3. PLAN YOUR VISIT AND KNOW THE SHOW!!!! </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This means, find out how long the show is BEFORE you attend, find out if and how many intermissions there are and when they fall. All of its information can be found on the magical interwebs via mother Googleâ„¢. Most of you reading this are adults although kids should be taught too. If you know you personally can't control your bladder for 45-100 minutes, Skip that drink at the bar, don't enjoy a second with dinner, and for God's sake stay coherent. The reasons are all listed above. If you've forgotten them, read it again!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">4. This one can Get sticky but as a general rule unless specifically told by someone,</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> DON'T TAKE PHOTOS OR RECORD ANYTHING.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This is more for legal reasons than anything. Everything you see inside a theater--usually including the theater itself--is intellectual property and therefore copyrighted material. It is protected under all the statutes that a painting or a sculpture is. The designers can technically and truly sue your ass if you publish photos of their material and have every right to under copyright law. The control aspect is the most important to designers. Think about that for a second: if something you spent countless hours creating, perfecting, and overseeing. Would you really like it if someone who you had no input or contact with, published an unapproved image with unapproved angles and sometimes truly poor aesthetic sensibility? Remember that whole Instagramâ„¢ Fiasco with copyright a while ago? It was undecided who held the main rights the "artist" or the publisher? America spoke and said of their own free will that the artist holds the copyright. There you go. Also, since most people cannot properly operate a smartphone camera and therefore cannot turn off the flash, that is also distracting. See Point 1 again for the issues of distraction.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">5. STAY OFF OF THE STAGE AND OUT OF THE PERFORMANCE AREA!!!!!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You as an audience member know nothing about the actual logistics of an individual stage and set. I mean nothing! You are the epitome of clueless. Why would you even attempt something you know so little about? you could bump something or move something necessary for the show or worse, for someone's safety! You wouldn't go into the generator room of a power plant or onto the tracks of a train. Both are necessary for the essential functions and both can be destroyed by ignorant hands. In the theater, that's you! Stay out of everything except the auditorium! If you even begin to question whether you should be somewhere, don't do it!!! This is ALSO distracting to everyone!!! See Point 1 for the umpteenth time for the issues of distraction.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">6. STAY THROUGH THE CURTAIN CALL!!!!!!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">All of the people who I was just talking about, FOH staff, technicians, designers and actors? They can all see you. You might not believe me but I promise it is true. We all know when you are leaving and it is very hurtful and disheartening to all involved. If you have stayed for the entire show, there is no excuse for this behavior. I don't care if you want to beat traffic, beat the bar line, or get to your favorite restaurant before the crowd--there is no excuse for your tasteless, offensive, and inexcusable behavior. You will be judged accordingly.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">7. Finally and MOST importantly, </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">you are responsible for your own good time and the good time had by everyone else. What makes theatre it's most powerful can also destroy it in an instant. Your bad attitude has an effect on people and It's amazing how quickly feelings spread throughout a group. I am no sociologist but I have experienced first hand an audience turning on a show in both good and bad ways. Come in with an open mind, don't listen to the critics, and let theater work its magic on you because it can. A great performance of a great piece of theater can change your life much less your night. That power is what separates it from the other arts and it is something that once experienced will live forever in your mind and will be something you seek for the rest of your existence! Don't mess it up for yourself or others.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-79315673448143999652015-06-07T05:29:00.001-07:002015-06-07T05:47:18.974-07:00The Most Invested Tonys<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Greetings readers, from the far off and mystical lands of New York City! As many of you know today is the highest of high holy days for theater people, the Tony Awards. </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1s2_Bcb81ABBCPKUtofnzYTpOxsvaYYxHmIvjJ9x8OQRoOVbFVbBZksm94cXBnLD_zzu735Y_HwJZhgiKNufla-nj-7TRmqpf6sadZtv-ex7INMnnCWfSaFBTFkPyf0QcVhndOPmp6rtN/s640/blogger-image-990025114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1s2_Bcb81ABBCPKUtofnzYTpOxsvaYYxHmIvjJ9x8OQRoOVbFVbBZksm94cXBnLD_zzu735Y_HwJZhgiKNufla-nj-7TRmqpf6sadZtv-ex7INMnnCWfSaFBTFkPyf0QcVhndOPmp6rtN/s640/blogger-image-990025114.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I have celebrated this day since before I moved to the city, even before I had a single degree! 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This year, though my wife and I aren't personally attending the ceremony, this is the first year that a show in the running is a show that I saw open Off-Broadway, that I witnessed being changed and prodded into its current wonderful form, that I got to know the cast and creative, and that my name was in the Original Public Theater Playbill (under Front-of-house but it still counts Dammit!). </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvS-MY8vgEPKhkYyZ-se1Ixu7eurdsq2lHj0FxjbTus5N1vojWmgss2YpivLhKpdcZ7TsCzPLfpRPuN79rgDvPuewZCLGw0-HxB2k6gDJ5acFNkRWOoo6lgf0N3fwLw-No6XhfHyYXIPLr/s640/blogger-image--1068833362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvS-MY8vgEPKhkYyZ-se1Ixu7eurdsq2lHj0FxjbTus5N1vojWmgss2YpivLhKpdcZ7TsCzPLfpRPuN79rgDvPuewZCLGw0-HxB2k6gDJ5acFNkRWOoo6lgf0N3fwLw-No6XhfHyYXIPLr/s640/blogger-image--1068833362.jpg"></a></div><br></span><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">saw this show downtown at the Public more than 40 times and I never grew bored of it's content. I always learned something new about it and it continually affected me emotionally (and still does to this day {for days and days and days!}) That is an impressive feat! It's wonderful to know you are a part of something special, no matter how small that part may be. </span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZzYiw-F-nlYIa3iYonhmar4p8P_P_VbTDv_M0z4yC77dFA39pOKY7atlNedNjzn_19-rI0DrRx2EdnXTONvfpU2IWAqYKT5SOYOgZD7eDvx0eTCcspa73YD5NhVw89OYoOg5SiPKRfnM/s640/blogger-image--305467354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZzYiw-F-nlYIa3iYonhmar4p8P_P_VbTDv_M0z4yC77dFA39pOKY7atlNedNjzn_19-rI0DrRx2EdnXTONvfpU2IWAqYKT5SOYOgZD7eDvx0eTCcspa73YD5NhVw89OYoOg5SiPKRfnM/s640/blogger-image--305467354.jpg"></a></div> Miniscule....</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It's competition is really something this year too! We have another wholly original musical, "Something Rotten," the culmination and unfortunately the final piece from one of my all time favorite collaborations, "The Visit," and finally an adaption of one of my favorite Movie Musicals whose score and extensive ballet sequences hark back to the Golden Age of Broadway, "An American in Paris." It's a remarkable season!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The real point that I try to make every year is that it doesn't matter who wins really, this is our entire community getting together to celebrate accomplishments and YAY that there are so many things to celebrate! So many people are making a good living doing what they love!!! There are ao many incredibly talented people living their dreams! Theater is alive and well (and fresh and new and every bit as wonderful) and that's what I celebrate every year on this day! That is why it is such an important day to me. This is proof that it can still be done and still be done well!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">So as for my stakes in it this year, win or lose, "Fun Home" has definately changed my life for the better and is endlessly inspiring in my own endeavors but even if it doesn't win and make history tonight, "Something Rotten," "</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The Visit,"</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"> and "An American in Paris," all deserve lov</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">e and praise for all the hard work that has gone into them and all the work that they provide for thespians all over the city, country and world! Today's hottest shows are tomorrow's staples in community theater!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkQeCPtM_m5o88umNoJz3M9aCUgwL39NgPKr26jRJ9KH-6W1LJN6OVZ6bhGGGC3DpTS7kjwexMOyu5Tn-rXiP7KusL2qZXRtpbigqJlIya8F36SsSdhhCTzPpSWM46USpBH3QOAa3QXZw/s640/blogger-image--1192308669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkQeCPtM_m5o88umNoJz3M9aCUgwL39NgPKr26jRJ9KH-6W1LJN6OVZ6bhGGGC3DpTS7kjwexMOyu5Tn-rXiP7KusL2qZXRtpbigqJlIya8F36SsSdhhCTzPpSWM46USpBH3QOAa3QXZw/s640/blogger-image--1192308669.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHnKLQDvg0d_rtpEl28DSmHyqcA6TJCCtm2N8d5V7KWx2MYYXAJn7SR_l5CPqbV49R11_dVh28NJU-pDs3C10ww0VM7Qpra85JGJk4gGqD2F1-Fmdd_6NUhoHCXAPlA3stleEM-KgHZqm/s640/blogger-image--763136073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHnKLQDvg0d_rtpEl28DSmHyqcA6TJCCtm2N8d5V7KWx2MYYXAJn7SR_l5CPqbV49R11_dVh28NJU-pDs3C10ww0VM7Qpra85JGJk4gGqD2F1-Fmdd_6NUhoHCXAPlA3stleEM-KgHZqm/s640/blogger-image--763136073.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDEbXDCvCNxyWuk6qZDCPeTIlP1wrYaBhHg1eqtCBP7IqlQFe-VO0BlzGiaCrHzSnABCPXeWI-BuqJ67QmWemHreXPNePvHaUMPYFksvp6ihmUoxj1PPxnQ5Uc5Lxf5HnvAiMevotjFCJz/s640/blogger-image-1656058292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDEbXDCvCNxyWuk6qZDCPeTIlP1wrYaBhHg1eqtCBP7IqlQFe-VO0BlzGiaCrHzSnABCPXeWI-BuqJ67QmWemHreXPNePvHaUMPYFksvp6ihmUoxj1PPxnQ5Uc5Lxf5HnvAiMevotjFCJz/s640/blogger-image-1656058292.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4EP8JJBP8jZ8hvLtTJ2k_zKthG9FZc4T0ikO3A6DUIoi4UmEfC1J7_-pJOotQ7OeJwhHfP93aOlOWC7AwcSP65tdTRrrJEshCK8EY2jPGedMIeZnf8AmOKHlUmRrYtMrlKwSH7fajKNs/s640/blogger-image-215416903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4EP8JJBP8jZ8hvLtTJ2k_zKthG9FZc4T0ikO3A6DUIoi4UmEfC1J7_-pJOotQ7OeJwhHfP93aOlOWC7AwcSP65tdTRrrJEshCK8EY2jPGedMIeZnf8AmOKHlUmRrYtMrlKwSH7fajKNs/s640/blogger-image-215416903.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Wish us "Public people" luck tonight and tune in! And May the Gods of the Theatre smile on us and contiune to inspire such wonderful things!</span></div></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjczEvXW1HzhBN7Kk8z1pzbJjCi-WNnndoXJgcsVMpzQOLIxD2ZMBPEY24B8qV9PxWvjIE4BQGEtRfBgwYcG1dp2NkYGz6DQdtvAWfWpagf31nNV1Do9PxtppWK3UEWisDGOkaV8yEGt3XA/s640/blogger-image-1562471813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjczEvXW1HzhBN7Kk8z1pzbJjCi-WNnndoXJgcsVMpzQOLIxD2ZMBPEY24B8qV9PxWvjIE4BQGEtRfBgwYcG1dp2NkYGz6DQdtvAWfWpagf31nNV1Do9PxtppWK3UEWisDGOkaV8yEGt3XA/s640/blogger-image-1562471813.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">P.S. I'm only blogging about the "Best Musical" caregory because I could literally go on for days about the content, categories, nominees, and each of the shows on Broaday this season! Nobody has the bandwidth nor time for that...especially when it's already been done! Check out these wonderful sources via the interwebs for more info on anything regarding the Tonys and Broadway in general!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/playbill">https://www.facebook.com/playbill</a></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">https://www.facebook.com/theatermania</span></div><div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheTonyAwards">https://www.facebook.com/TheTonyAwards</a></div><div><a href="http://m.playbill.com/news/article/playbill.coms-2015-theatre-awards-roundup-the-latest-on-who-won-what-347722">http://m.playbill.com/news/article/playbill.coms-2015-theatre-awards-roundup-the-latest-on-who-won-what-347722</a></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2710549976961549791.post-23032613576660279482015-04-16T15:35:00.000-07:002015-04-16T15:42:50.140-07:00What I Do For LoveToday marks a momentous occasion for me: not only for me but for the institution I am fortunate enough to work for. 40 years ago today, a legendary show opened to a paying audience for the first time. 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I have every song and moment memorized. At this very moment I can sing the show from top to bottom and even attempt the Michael Bennett choreography (the combinations were always a stretch, but hey!) The show touched me in a way that very few have. At this moment I sit in the same walls that created it and the songs pour through my head (and everyone else's apparently: every single employee who has walked by my table has been humming a verse of something from this show.) This is the life I'm living, this is my life both literally and metaphorically! I just wish I could find my gold tuxedo...just kidding! But seriously.<br>
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the realities of the characters were about as far from mine as humanly possible, except for the fact that we were all chasing our dream. I think that's what drew me into this show instantly was the rawness of these peoples experiences. I, in my typical fashion, began to research and read everything I could about this show from the 70's that was still somehow so fresh and new to everyone, but especially to someone who had only attended Golden Age musicals growing up.<br>
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The more I discovered, the more I loved everything about it. <i>A Chorus Line </i>was actually my first introduction to the <i>Public Theater</i>! Imagine, not only was this show the longest running American show in Broadway history, it also pioneered the way modern musicals are created with the workshop format of development. It was also based on actual interviews with the actual cast and their actual lives are what we see on stage and hear in the cast album! This revelation is the one that has stuck with me the most. Nearly all of my favorite shows are the ones that are based on real life and factual stories. <br>
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That brings me to tonight. As some of you know I have been very fortunate to work at the Public now for almost 2 years. Tonight on this very special anniversary, I actually get to work in the theater where it premiered! Even better, I get to work on a show that is a direct answer to the<i> Chorus Line</i> legacy; a show that pushes boundaries, dares to be innovative musically and with form, and is based on actual people, <i>Hamilton</i>. Being in this space has always been incredibly inspiring, but especially tonight! <br>
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What a legacy this institution has! Even in my short time here, I have seen some phenomenal theater, <i>Good Person of Szechwan</i> (starring the incomparable Taylor Mac),<br>
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My body is torn between youth and age, vitality and verility, aches and pains. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Coincidentally, I fell down the stairs in our apartment building a couple of days ago and can definately still feel it. More now than I would've ten years ago. I'm fine by the way, just a couple bruises and an angry elbow which has now ceased being angry.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Throughout my life, I have self imposed pressures. I wanted to be smart, skilled, talented, and most importantly indespensible. I am proud to say that I feel I have reasonably pursued the first three goals and continue to strive toward their beacons but what did I mean to be indispensable. Did I mean with my family? With my friends? With someone I would come to love? With a fan base? With my future peers and colleuges? With history? I am kind of baffeled at my younger self. What audacity. I mean everyone hopes to be indespensible and remembered but, wow. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">If I am honest with myself, I have accomplished more than I ever thought I would. I met and married the love of my life (something I never thought would happen.) I finished a Master's Degree (something that even at 19 seemed unattainable.) I've performed professionally, written professionally, and have moved all the way across the country to the most expensive city in the U.S. I've met hundreds of people, made more friends than I ever thought possible. But is it enough?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I realize now that I spent most of my 28th year pursuing things I desperately wanted. A new apartment, new projects and on top of it all, I was rapidly pursing an escape from retail and approaching everyday that I was involved in a certain institution with a radicchio bitterness. My beautiful, wonderful wife in all her wisdom and love for me, reminded me that we didn't move here to pursue jobs in anything but our dream fields. I may not make the most money or be the most appreciated by most of my higher ups, but my direct supervisor is incredible and allows me to be very flexible with scheduling (incredibly necessary in the theater) and my other job is like a constant workshop that most would have to pay thousands for and I get paid to do it!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It's a very old message of appreciating what you have. It's something I was naturally good at in my youth, but as I see my youth fleeting, becomes harder. The pressures of adulthood, make optimism a difficult vein to mine and obstacles are constantly falling, fording and fixing our attention away. But even in the 3 months since my wife reminded me, I feel so releived. All of these positives are blessedly intwined in my life and were during my 28th year, I'm just appreciating them more this year. All of the positive things!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Wish me luck friends, I have 10 days left of my 28th year! May my 29th be the best yet, and with all of you in my life it shall be!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Much Love,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Cameron Michael Fehring</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238477668946734971noreply@blogger.com0