A friend gifted me with a huge stack of vintage sheet music. I’m dying right now.
Corporate gigs #byrequest where you drive a long way and you forget your wallet in your other bag and haven’t eaten anything all day but some potato chips but then the piano player brought you some vegan gf chocolate he found for you to try just because which means you have something to eat in the car through LA traffic on the way home are awesome
2 corporate gigs #byrequest in one day when at the second one you sing 12 new songs with the pianist because you’re both brainstorming what else you both might know just because and then you remember you have wine at home because whew are awesome
Corporate gigs where you sing *twelve* new songs without rehearsal just because are f$ing awesome
Chocolate mint ice cream as medicine because your voice is tired after two corporate singing gigs in one day is awesome
Corporate gigs with winter diorama’s where you sing four new songs with no rehearsal just because are awesome
Jack Freimann (John Freimann) – my teacher, my mentor, my friend – wrapped his whirlwind tour of this life last afternoon.
Jack and I didn’t have the sort of relationship where we talked about “feelings”- we always talked about The Work. He took me seriously as an artist in a way that no one in my life ever had before, expected my complete authenticity and full presence in return, and would tolerate no bullshit, no matter what was going on with me at the time with my health, or anything else.
His belief and faith in me was a first, his support was real, unwavering and endless, and his high expectations were my benchmarks: he was the one I wanted to do my best for, he was the one I wanted to be proud of me. He still is. He had me mining for every ounce of life from depths I didn’t know I had, didn’t think I had, for every scene, every role, every production – I was terrified to let him down.
The pics are from Henry VI, The Plantagenets. Joan la Pucelle (of Arc), a part I wanted desperately, terrified me on so many levels – with its acting challenges (monologues and fiery death scene), and physical requirements (fencing and broad sword fights) – at a time when I couldn’t hold a pen in my hand or move an inch without pain. I auditioned, and Jack cast me, and never once asked me if I could do it, let on if he had any doubts that I could, or let me think I couldn’t. We just did it.
He is an indelible part of who I am as an actor, a singer, an artist, and a person. I am shattered, but I count myself extremely blessed to be part of the HJT that Jack Built.
Corporate gigs singing music that you love on New Years Eve are very, very awesome
Corporate gigs on Christmas with new friends where you get to invent harmonies as you go are awesome