So after a pleasant drive in the capable (but Google-Navigation-skeptical) hands of dear Anne; a relaxed afternoon of “guy talk” with Elaine‘s husband and his college buddy; a wonderful evening on Broadway with friends Allison and Cullen, seeing George Takei’s powerful new musical, Allegiance (which needs to be seen by lots of people); and an absolutely soul-soothing night of sleep (where did you buy that mattress, Elaine?); I’m up early and here at the Starbucks across the street from The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, just around the corner from Shetler Studios, where I’ll meet Kris to take our photos.
(Apparently I use complicated, long-winded sentence structures when I’m nervous.)*
Oddly, I’m feeling pretty comfortable and relaxed, although it may just be that I’m focusing so hard on not sweating through this shirt before Kris arrives. At least I have a jacket to put on.
Sabre-toothed tigers. This is apparently what my physiology believes are waiting for me this weekend. This is the only explanation for the trembling hands, scattered thoughts, and tense shoulders. Fight or flight and all, which I suppose had its purpose in evolutionary epochs gone by.
What I’m actually going to be doing is driving up to New York with a good friend and mentor (yay), meeting the husband of a friend I haven’t seen in a couple of years (yay), having dinner and seeing George Takei’s new show on The Broad Way with another good friend tonight (yay), and then waking up at 7 AM tomorrow to go get head shots taken (AAAAAAAAAAAAACK!).
Yes. Photos. Of me. All I have to do, basically, is not throw up on the photographer and he (and PhotoShop) will do all the work. And yet… sabre-toothed tigers. Maybe I’ll just start the day with a nice, tall Bloody Mary. Except that I don’t like vodka. Or tomato juice.
I mean, when I go “shopping” it basically means I have in my mind’s eye an image of exactly what I hope to find, and heaven help a salesperson who shows me something that’s the wrong shade of mossy silver-green. Or whatever. (This is all hypothetical, of course.)
But today I went out (with two different “looks” in mind) searching for an interestingly textured dark grey dress shirt, and a grayish brown hoodie. And found… an interestingly textured dark grey dress shirt, and a grayish brown hoodie. Both of which fit me.
In fact, when I got home and tentatively modeled them for Mark, he–Mr. “I’ll Buy New Jeans When the Legs Fall Completely Off the Ones I Have”–made a subtle but unmistakably approving noise under his breath. I made some good choices.
And at CASA today two of the kids complemented my hair, which I had just after lunch gotten cut, leaving the bangs longer than I’ve had them since college.
So, taking inventory: I have jeans I love, shirts I love, a jacket I love. I have a haircut I feel good about, an amazing location for the shoot, and a photographer whose work (at least as much as his personality) really impresses me.
Oh crap. This means if the pictures don’t turn out, there’s nothing left to blame but my face.
“Always remember that you are unique,” says the coffee mug I used to carry around the college music building, “…just like everybody else.”
One of the things I love most about teaching is the way it reminds me (on my best days, of course) that, while we all may speak different languages and connect most readily with different metaphors and envy different role models, we all really are more alike than we are different. While in the course of a week I may see a couple dozen individual students—and to be sure, those couple dozen lessons often look very different from one another in goal, approach, and result—at their heart, all of those students struggle with what I think are three universal goals among artists. Every one of them struggles to:
overcome their own self-doubt,
claim and develop their incipient strength, and
demonstrate that they are individuals with unique voices, who find value in existing art but also have something to contribute to art and its longevity.
Callbacks are this week for CASA‘s next musical (Pippin—see the project page for details!), so the past several days have been full of the now-familiar mini-life-lesson scenario that I find auditions so often to be, at least in the educational settings where I’ve been privileged to serve. That scenario looks something like this:
Potential cast member (PCM) nervously enters audition room. Coughs a little just to be sure we know s/he’s fighting the same congestion we’ve heard in the other 23 PCMs we’ve seen today, what with it being November and all. PCM also exhibits at least one (but usually several) of the following:
pallid complexion and lips
wobbly ankles caused by the brand-new but ill-fitting shoes PCM hopes will distract from any performance weaknesses
“apologiarrhea”: the (usually situational) tendency to every response to a comment, observation, or question with “I’m sorry”
Music Director (i.e., me) greets PCM, asks for charts, ascertains start/stop points, tempo, and cue, and begins to play. PCM stumbles through fervent but terrified rendition, finishing with a “thank you” that sounds more like another “I’m sorry.”
In the “real world,”* where the point of an audition is to find the best actron to plug into the role to maximize the production’s first-week return on investment, this is where the audition process usually stops, at least for the PCM. They slink back to the second half of their split-shift at the diner, promising themselves that next time they’ll have found the right shoes, or the weather won’t be messing with their allergies so much, or the pianist won’t be quite so hard to follow.
But when I cast a show in an educational setting, I get to move past the self-doubt and the desperate attempts at feat-of-strength performances, and look for the individual behind the sweaty palms and the straining neck muscles. I get to ask “What do you love about the song you just sang?” and “What about this particular role really speaks to you?” and “If you could play any role on stage, who would it be?” That’s where I start to learn what this voice has to say to the world—and if I phrase the questions carefully enough, the PCM starts to learn how this role could be a vessel for their own artistry, not just another “gig.” This, in other words, is where the snowflake starts to stand out from the rest of the storm.
That’s a really, really important part of the audition process for me—the reminder to the PCM of their own value as an artist. But I think the most important part of the process comes later, after the cast list goes up. And the ones who gain the most from the process are the ones whose names don’t show up on that list, at least not where they’d hoped they’d be.
On the “Co-Curricular Resources” page of my site there’s a link to Dr. Noa Kageyama’s blog, “The Bulletproof Musician,” which is one of the few “must-read” subscriptions in my RSS reader. Today’s post on that blog really digs into the value of those “failed” auditions, and how achieving the goals we thought we wanted isn’t always the best thing for us as artists (or human beings, frankly).
In a nutshell, “succeeding” at an audition—getting the role we wanted—may be a great ego boost, but it does less to help us improve for future opportunities than our “failed” auditions do. (And in fact, chances are good that we won’t do as well at our “dream role” as we hoped we would, which can end up being a downer in the long run if we’re not careful.)
So does this mean artists are doomed to lives of pessimism and self-doubt? Only if they do it wrong. If you ask me, “perfect” art is far less inspiring and empowering than the more common kind. That latter kind—art that’s about “flaws”—is, I believe, a very good thing for the world.
One week from right now I’ll be in New York, trying (if I know me, with limited success) to relax and prepare for Sunday’s photo shoot with Kris Rogers. Once I get those photos back (which will probably take a couple of weeks, I imagine), I’ll plug them in to the various corners of the site, and I’ll have no more excuses not to go live officially!
That huge “before website launch” checklist I mentioned earlier has continued to tick away, but while I’ve really been enjoying stretching my wings with the structure, design, and coding of the site, I’m also recognizing that “you’re obsessing, David” knot that develops in my right trapezius when I’ve been doing detail work for too long. (I’m torn between wishing my muscles would just let me do my thing, and wishing they’d somehow warn me earlier when I’m engaging in behavior that’s going to get me in trouble.)
Anyhoo. I’ve moved a few of those “before launch” items to a new list—”Picky Things to Look at After Website Launch.” Now that I’ve gotten the overall design to a place I feel good about, and have the site functioning as fully as I can be sure of (before the Murphy’s Law crucible that is actually going live!), I’m reminding myself that little CSS details (like making sure all of the various fonts and styles match up exactly between plugins) can wait.
And now, with my shoulder throbbing a bit, I think it’s time to celebrate a good productive Saturday afternoon, and go spend some time with hubby.