Hello Again Lovely People!
This week in the City of Angels...
So life stuff, I saw JOE PUG on Saturday at The Mint on Pico. If you know me, you know Joe Pug is my future husband (I hope he never reads this...unless he has a secret crush on the girl wearing the jean jacket and rocking the feather earrings). But really, I have seriously considered getting his album art forever tattooed on my body (still not off the table...I digress). In short, his concert was amazing, as always. Long story though is that he has really inspired me to push myself in all directions. I mean, Rihanna is now a famous actress after starring in that 2012 nugget of gold
Battleship. In all seriousness, I am pursuing acting to affect others with a performance like I am affected by great performances in film. I want to give that gift to others, like the gift Joe Pug's lyrics and music are to me. Here is a picture I took last Saturday. Soak up the passion and the inspiration. You're amazing Joe! I might even try to write a little ditty because of you...maybe about you...I haven't slept with your vinyl next to me in bed since last Saturday...too much?
Moving on,
Acting wise, I have been reading a nice little handbook called
So You Want to Act in Los Angeles? by Patrick Donahue, nice guy, nerd, aspiring hero, and Virginia Welch. I am a little salty I did not have this when I first moved here last August, so for all you aspiring movie stars...starving actors out there, pay the
$4.99 and buy this online book and study it. It is chock full of useful information on how to look and act professional and do it on a budget, or at least within reason. There are SO many people selling actors things: classes, head shots, reels, etc etc etc. This book helps you know how much money is too much money to spend and it spells out step by step what you should be doing to be successful. AND IT'S A LOT OF STUFF. I am truly inspired and ready to set some new goals and get some balls rolling. I've felt like I was floundering for a while now.
Step 1: I have signed up for an acting class with
Margie Haber. Since I have not necessarily been booking/being taken seriously enough to be called in to book anything, classes are a good resume builder. Especially with greats like Margie. Her orientation was amazing. SHE talked to us. Not just interns or other teachers, she did. And she seems great. I have also been reading her book
How to Get the Part Without Falling Apart. Another great read for all you actors who hate auditions. Read it. I dare you!
Step 2: I will be working diligently on my reel and a possible Facebook fan page (which makes me feel very conceded). Keep me honest people. Ask me about these things. I should be done with them in a few months. A reel is important because it puts me at the top of casting directors lists when I am submitted online.
Also acting related, I am auditioning this Saturday for some Shakespeare in the park. I was given a bit of advice from a director last October not to pay for acting classes, but to do theatre. This has not served me well, hence the registration for Margie Haber, but I keep submitting for theatre pieces because acting a little bit is better than not at all. And exposure, exposure, exposure! So wish me luck. I have to play the violin, guitar, sign and memorize a comedic Shakespearean monologue in less than 24 hours...GO!
Before I end with an LAism of the week, I want to shamelessly plug (and I used both of those words intentionally) my Twitter, caitscorner. It is still developing, but the basic concept is whenever I am tweeting, I am having a bowel movement. I have had TOO MANY conversations with men about how "girls don't poop." We do, and I never want to talk to you again. My Twitter is not only about poop or what I just went through on the toilet. It's usually just what I'm thinking about, or something else interesting on the Internets that I found and wanted to share (that's for the times I had to spend an extended period of time on the toilet and I was keeping myself entertained...too much?) In any case, I know, it's a little gross, but come on. It's hilarious...please don't judge me ;)
LAism OF THE WEEK: JACK BLACK AND THE ELEVATOR
For those of you who follow me on Facebook who did not see/hear the explanation of my encounter with Jack Black on Tuesday, let me tell you a tale, a tale of a fateful trip...
So I went to SoulCycle WeHo on Tuesday morning to get my spin on, but sadly/happily, the class was sold out and and I did not get down. With my head hung low and Charlie Brown playing in the background, I headed out and paid two whole dollars for parking and got on the elevator to go down to my car. SoulCycle WeHo shares a courtyard with an Equinox, so it is a great place to see celebs. I have seen quite a few there myself, but usually it does not get this awkward. Let me explain, I was heading down in the elevator to P4. The vator stopped on P3 and opened. A man about my height with long salt and pepper hair and a full on beard in standing outside obviously looking to go up not down. I look at him, look away, and go wait, that's Jack Black. I look at him, he looks at me, I smile and nod and my elevator door closes...and opens again for no reason. Jack Black and I were both a little shocked by this. I think he thought I recognized him and opened the elevator, and I tried to make it clear that I did not open the elevator but without saying anything. He just shook his hands indicating he wanted to go up, not down and I shook my hands and laughed like I didn't know why the elevator doors opened again for no reason, because I really didn't. So the doors closed...AND OPENED AGAIN! Luckily, he was already nestled in the up elevator and did not see my panic as I hit the door close button frantically. Nice to meet you Jack Black.
