Thursday, January 27, 2011

Dr. Stripper

I didn't want to mention it, but here I go. Tomorrow, I shall play Candy the Stripper in a staged reading at Theater Row. Candy, I've decided, is stripping her way through med school. That's not anywhere in the script, it's just something that helps me through the day.

Wanna hear my favorite lyric from the show?

"Mr. Hot Dog Man, come as soon as you can / I need a little meat in my roll."


Do you know what's funny about being a stripper? It actually feels like you're a stripper. There's no discernible difference. We're actually not doing anything racy that involves any nudity, so it's not like I'm super exposed or anything. But it's weird how if you're asked to "pretend" to get down and dirty, it's actually like getting down and dirty. The frame of it being a "performance" doesn't make it any less revealing.

In other words: pretending to strip in a play feels a lot like stripping for real. Because that is what you're doing. Because, like, plays are supposed to be, like, real. That's what acting is, man.

This post brought to you by Obvious: Making Obvious Things Obvious Since Forever, Obviously.

Also brought to you by: Felicia Is Low On Blog Material.


P.S. Here's what I'm thinking for my next post: "How Not To Stay In Shape." Thoughts? Seriously, though.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Rehearsal for Real-Life, Real-Life Rehearsal

Today's is a food for thought-type post.

To all you working actors out there: Before performing professionally in NYC (or beyond), in your amateur days did you ever suspect you were merely "rehearsing" for an eventual "real-life" theater experience--one that would be vastly different in its professionalism?

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Getting Started in the Biz of Show

Oftentimes, aspiring actor-folk email me with nuts-and-boltsy questions about Showbiz. The main trend I see is that young performers are curious about the process of getting started. How, they ask, do you go from complete newcomer to employed NYC actor?

Thusly, I present to you, Felicia's Quick Rundown of How This Shiz Works, with accompanying photo of Felicia doing jazz hands.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

An Outrageous Sequel Medley

In August 2010, my li'l sis and I presented an outrageous thirty-eight song medley using no papers or notes -- only our tired memories. This, my friends, is its outrageous sequel.

Filmed in one take (again, with no notes), it picks up where Medley 1 left off ("Valjean's Soliloquy" Les Misérables) and ends with a triumphant homage to our collective youth.

Or, better yet, ends -- for now. Because in a world of outrageous medleys, every ending is a new beginning...