"The greatest critic in the history of social media." -Darren Evans, Theatre on Fire
As a young actor & auditionee, I steadfastly pursued Lee Strasberg on the streets of New York City for several years until his death in 1982. I read his obituary in an issue of the New York Times that I wrestled from a homeless woman who was wearing it as an undergarment. I've also spoken at Stella Adler, Arthur Storch, and Milton Katselas in various coffee shops and diners throughout New York. And while those venues have since ceased recognizing my patronage, I still press my face to the glass because it's always important to stay in touch.
I took a significant break from auditioning beginning in the mid-eighties and ending in the late nineties to mentor and coach many notably talented actors including Keanu Reeves, George Foreman, Hayden Christensen, Madonna, David Caruso, Tom Cruise, Tara Reid, David Spade, and Steven Seagal, just to name a few. I couldn’t be prouder of their accomplishments. I’d happily reconnect with each and every one of them, but an order of protection is literally a form of legal injunction which requires a party to do, or to refrain from doing, certain acts. And in my case to refrain from coming within 100 yards of said complainant.
At the turn of the century, I felt compelled to split with all artistic activities. I lost all focus and I became disenchanted and a little unhinged. Admittedly, I started doing drugs. And I mean the hard stuff like chamomile, passionflower, valerian and lemon balm. I'd occasionally cut those with methamphetamine and cocaine to take the edge off. There were days when I thought to myself, "I'll never make it to the Pay-O-Matic to cash my disability check." But I had to. I needed to feed my addictions. It was during this low point in my life that I briefly lost liver function and shrunk two inches, a condition that would forever adversely affect my ability to audition.
In the summer of 2013, I awoke to find myself in Boston, face down on the Rose F. Kennedy Greenway. What a beautiful start to my beautiful new life in a beautiful new city. And as I glazed around, I knew immediately what I had to do. I had to find a pair of pants and to put them on. But, alas, my time in Bean Town was sadly short lived. I don't remember any details of my kidnapping in late 2014, but I did somewhat enjoy my short stay in a very cozy 8' x 8' shipping container, which was thoughtfully discarded on the DC Southwest Waterfront. It was there, and after I gained consciousness, that I had time to reflect again on my life. And to enjoy what I could only imagine was an incredible view of the Potomac.
So now I find myself in the Hollywood for Ugly People and I couldn't be more terrified to check out the theatre scene here. And once my eyes have adjusted to the light and my skin has turned from a pallor to a ruddy complexion and I can walk a few feet without collapsing, I assure you I will be front row and center... doing my best to ignore the scratching sound of my slowly dissolving liver. Until then, do not even begin to attempt to go to the theatre until you’ve checked out my reviews.
I took a significant break from auditioning beginning in the mid-eighties and ending in the late nineties to mentor and coach many notably talented actors including Keanu Reeves, George Foreman, Hayden Christensen, Madonna, David Caruso, Tom Cruise, Tara Reid, David Spade, and Steven Seagal, just to name a few. I couldn’t be prouder of their accomplishments. I’d happily reconnect with each and every one of them, but an order of protection is literally a form of legal injunction which requires a party to do, or to refrain from doing, certain acts. And in my case to refrain from coming within 100 yards of said complainant.
At the turn of the century, I felt compelled to split with all artistic activities. I lost all focus and I became disenchanted and a little unhinged. Admittedly, I started doing drugs. And I mean the hard stuff like chamomile, passionflower, valerian and lemon balm. I'd occasionally cut those with methamphetamine and cocaine to take the edge off. There were days when I thought to myself, "I'll never make it to the Pay-O-Matic to cash my disability check." But I had to. I needed to feed my addictions. It was during this low point in my life that I briefly lost liver function and shrunk two inches, a condition that would forever adversely affect my ability to audition.
In the summer of 2013, I awoke to find myself in Boston, face down on the Rose F. Kennedy Greenway. What a beautiful start to my beautiful new life in a beautiful new city. And as I glazed around, I knew immediately what I had to do. I had to find a pair of pants and to put them on. But, alas, my time in Bean Town was sadly short lived. I don't remember any details of my kidnapping in late 2014, but I did somewhat enjoy my short stay in a very cozy 8' x 8' shipping container, which was thoughtfully discarded on the DC Southwest Waterfront. It was there, and after I gained consciousness, that I had time to reflect again on my life. And to enjoy what I could only imagine was an incredible view of the Potomac.
So now I find myself in the Hollywood for Ugly People and I couldn't be more terrified to check out the theatre scene here. And once my eyes have adjusted to the light and my skin has turned from a pallor to a ruddy complexion and I can walk a few feet without collapsing, I assure you I will be front row and center... doing my best to ignore the scratching sound of my slowly dissolving liver. Until then, do not even begin to attempt to go to the theatre until you’ve checked out my reviews.
