Love It Or Hate It

When you think they’re gonna love it, they won’t.

When you think they’re gonna hate it, they won’t.

Release ALL expectations. Don’t be a prisoner to them.

Turn everything into a daily practice.

Make the work.

Ship the work.

Back to work.

“For The Rest Of My Life”

Speaking of the feeling, one of my favorite questions to ask my fellow actors is “When did you first know you wanted to be an actor?” We even devoted a whole Vs. Tuesday Night discussion to this question. The responses shared were inspiring and rich in detail. Some experienced the feeling first-hand on stage. Some experienced it watching someone else on stage or in film. Consistent among the stories shared, was that once people experienced the feeling, they then decided “this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.”

For me, it was a combination of both watching and doing.

Watching: Chicago storefront theatre at its best. A production of Fool For Love at Stage Left Theatre immediately springs to mind. It left an indelible mark. I can still picture Eddie swinging that giant lasso overhead and the giant shadow it made on the wall. Or hearing the haunting, cackling laugh of the old man rocking in his chair, looking on at the doomed lovers. (Also a PBS broadcast of True West starring Gary Sinise and John Malkovich. I remember thinking and marveling at how much fun they were having. I didn’t know you could do that! It was just like sports!!)

Doing: A scene from Howard Korder’s Boys’ Life in an early acting class. I remember feeling out of body, thinking character thoughts, solely in pursuit of my objective: “To get this girl to fall heed over heels for me”. Or something like that.

I remember hearing the audience laughing throughout. Normally a sign of approval for the actor that the scene is working. That they’re in to it…But for me it was just the opposite. I was actually kinda mad at them out there. I remember thinking, “What are they laughing at? Are they laughing at me? None of this is funny.”

It was all weird.

The scene ended. Amazing response and applause. I hugged my scene partner (her name was Evelyn and she had beautiful, long, strawberry-blonde hair) and I walked back to my seat.

I was shaking all over. Very emotional. Couldn’t control it.

The teacher walked up to the front and said “I don’t do this very often. But I have no notes. That was beautiful work.”

I felt right then and there that this was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. To have this feeling again and again.

And I’ve been chasing it ever since.

Because let me tell you, there is no better feeling in the world.

P.S. – I’d love to know “your feeling”. Please comment or email me if you’re so inclined to share and thank you!

The Feeling

Al Pacino’s memoir, Sonny Boy is a must read for any actor or artist. There are so many good passages that I’ve practically highlighted the entire book!

One that especially resonated is Pacino describing the feeling he experienced on stage which compelled him to want to act forever…

And then, one night, onstage, just like that, it happened. The power of expression was revealed to me, in a way it never had before. I wasn’t even searching for it. That’s the beauty of these things. You’re not looking for it. I’m opening my mouth and I’m understanding somehow that I can speak. Words are coming out, and they’re the words of Strindberg, but I’m saying them as though they’re mine. The world is mine, and my feelings are mine, and they’re going beyond the South Bronx. I left the familiar. I became a part of something larger. I found that there was more to me, a feeling that I belonged to a whole world and not just to one place. I’m thinking to myself, What is this? It feels as though I’m lifting off the ground. I thought, Yes, this is it. It’s right there and I can reach out and touch it. This is out there, and this is what I know now is possible. All of a sudden, in that moment, I was universal.

I knew I didn’t have a worry after that. I eat, I don’t eat. I make money, I don’t make money. I’m famous, I’m not famous. It didn’t mean anything anymore. And that’s lucky, in this business, when you don’t care about that. A door was opening, not to a career, not to success or fortune, but to the living spirit of energy. I had been given this insight into myself, and there was nothing else I could do but say: I want to do this forever.

Can you relate to this feeling?

And when’s the last time you’ve felt it?

If it’s been a while and you long for it again, then there is a solution. Find a play or piece of material that lights you up inside, and by any means necessary, go make it.

Not only can you have the feeling again, but also your fellow artists, as well as the audience who are lucky enough to experience the feeling in action.

It Always Sucks…Until It Doesn’t

No matter how talented or accomplished you are, making art, especially when you’re striving for excellence, is still really, really freakin’ hard. And most days you’re not gonna feel like doing it. That’s the resistance, or as Joan Didion says above, the “low dread”, and it never goes away.

Being a pro means getting in there day after day, no matter what. No matter the resistance. No matter the low dread. Doing the work when it sucks.

Yet trusting all the while, that if you stay at it long enough, eventually it won’t.

“Yeah. I Know. But…”

Fact: Someone way worse off than you, with far less resources than you, accomplished something far greater than what you’re trying to do.

The next time you hear about someone doing inspiring work, beware thinking these four words:

“Yeah. I know. But…”

Those four words are a trap. It’s the resistance talking.

Timing, age, condition, money, circumstance, etc…are meaningless. They’re excuses.

Know what you want. Have a strong why. Believe in yourself and the change you seek to make. Communicate your vision. Find the others. Take massive, consistent and iterative action.

You can do it.

Now, go get it done.

BAH! Humble Brag

A humble brag is still a brag. 

If you feel the need to brag, well then, just BRAG.  Don’t hide. Don’t hold back.  Don’t half ass it with a “humble brag.”

Go for it. Do it with style. Do it with some flair and panache. Give it all you got. Sound your barbaric YAWP!

P.S. – Bragging is a lot more fun when it’s not about you, but about the art you’ve made and the artists you’ve made it with.

I Mean It To Be

For any event that occurs…

Not thinking, “It’s meant to be.” (Or “It’s not meant to be.”)

But rather, “I mean it to be.”

Don’t let fate or fortune rob you of your power to choose. YOU choose what any event means to you. And what actions you take after that event. That’s what having agency is all about.

P.S. – Today is Giving Tuesday and Vs. Theatre Company is a 501(c)(3) non-profit.  So your contribution is fully tax deductible.  If you’re able to and feeling in the generous spirit, you can donate via PayPal Here or Venmo @vstheatre.  Thank you in advance for your financial support.  It truly means a lot.

P.P.S. – “To be or not to be, that is the question.”

Art Can Be A Bridge

Perhaps the answer to all our division and the cure for our epidemic of loneliness is to just go make some art together.

Check out this inspiring short documentary, “Beyond The Bridge” made by my friend Kim Z. It’s about doing just that and how it transformed a community.

Just Be There

I attended a funeral earlier today. It was a beautiful service for a beloved member of our local community. The eulogies given were powerful and moving, and as eulogies often do, they inspire you to give, love and do more. The below quote by Ernest Hemingway (also shared at the funeral) is a reminder that sometimes the greatest gift you can give another person is to just be there with them.

In our darkest moments, we don’t need solutions or advice. What we yearn for is simply human connection—a quiet presence, a gentle touch. These small gestures are the anchors that hold us steady when life feels like too much.

Please don’t try to fix me. Don’t take on my pain or push away my shadows. Just sit beside me as I work through my own inner storms. Be the steady hand I can reach for as I find my way.

My pain is mine to carry, my battles mine to face. But your presence reminds me I’m not alone in this vast, sometimes frightening world. It’s a quiet reminder that I am worthy of love, even when I feel broken.

So, in those dark hours when I lose my way, will you just be here? Not as a rescuer, but as a companion. Hold my hand until the dawn arrives, helping me remember my strength.

Your silent support is the most precious gift you can give. It’s a love that helps me remember who I am, even when I forget.

Just be there for them. Trust that it’s enough. It’s actually everything.

P.S. – Aim for eulogy virtues over resume virtues.

P.P.S. – “Stay in the game.” (h/t to Sahil Bloom)

Jedi Level Gratitude

Gratitude: Thankful for the “good.”

Next level grattitude: Thankful for the “bad.”

Jedi level gratitude: Not labelling things as “good” or “bad.” They just are. Being thankful for all of life. Amor Fati is the key.

Happy Thanksgiving dear reader. Thankful for all of you and your constant encouragement of this blog. Closing in on #1,300!

P.S. – Those aren’t pillows!