Category: If Wishes were Horses

I have to self-record an audition for a commercial voice-over. Trying to cut down on some of the ambient room noise–radiator hiss, computer hum, etc. “Sciencing the shit out of it,” as Matt Damon says in The Martian. The Yeti microphone just barely fits in the foam-lined box, so I think I may have to get…
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Here for an audition for Bluebloods. Even if I don’t get the part, these are people I’d like to make a good impression with. As you can see, they cast some big shows.

So, you can go weeks without any sort of action as an actor, then all of a sudden blammo! Today, in short order, I had to get wardrobe notes for Sunday’s shoot, learn lines for the same shoot, plus self-tape two auditions for feature films that shoot in November–all in the few free hours after…
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So, when I turned 40, I got this crappy little spider tattoo on my right calf. Crappy because it was little, and I’m 6’3″ with calves like railroad ties, and it was off the wall tattoo flash, no personalization, nothing added. Boring. It was sort of my mid-life crisis. The joke was, it was a…
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I was thinking the other day about past favorite roles, and I kept thinking–Man, I wish I could tackle that again, knowing what I know now. I was 22 when I played Prospero in The Tempest, what did I know of loss and betrayal? So, here’s a list of roles I’d like to do over,  as…
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