The cello sang from the corner.
Dmitri’s hands had been aching to play whilst waiting several weeks for his fingers to heal after the long winter had ravaged them. Now, in the flushes of Siberian spring the men sat idly about Shura and Mikhail’s open front room within the Volosnikov house as they were want to do most Sundays. Grigory Boleslav smoking in one corner, Anatoly and Yevgeny playing cards in another. Andrey Tenderov lay prostrate, legs sprawled blithely in the center of the room thumbing through a pile of novels and pamphlets, thoughtlessly adding his own melodies to Dmitri’s concert.
“Oh Mitya do play the Bach Suites—number 3, the Sarabande, please, it is my very favorite. Oh, say you will.”
“Yevgeny,” sighed Dmitri Petrov, “I cannot do the 3rd, my thumb is still healing.”
“The second then. Even just the Prelude. Come! No one does mournful cello better!”
“Yevgeny, I am almost as weary of the Bach as I am of you. Now be still, stop nagging, and don’t let Anatoly beat you with a pair of fives yet again.” Anatoly smiled broadly at this—he loved to win.
“I wouldn’t know a Prelude or an Allemande if it jumped up and bit my arse but I like the sound of Sarabande—is she spoken for?” joked Tenderov not even looking up from his books still sprawled upon the ground, his hair gleaming even in the ambient light. The men chuckled approval. Yevgeny was unfazed.
“Please…” he pleaded, head inclined, eyes batting, smiling with his signature endearing influence.
There was a very deep sigh from the corner.
“Oh very well,” he grumbled, agreeing only to silence his nagging, though the sincere light in Yevgeny’s face was, admittedly, charming, “but the Second—and only the first movement.” They cheered at the predictable delights of the mismatched bunk-mates.
There was a lull in the air in anticipation. And then at last Dmitri began to play.
There are times when we witness a creature being essentially itself—it happens when we watch beavers build their dams, when birds launch into the heights of the open skies, or as mothers feed their young. In this we witness a kind of glory, not with our senses but with something else entirely: the essential parts in us respond to it, our nerves tremble, and we are ignited with a kind of knowing.
So it was when Dmitri Petrov played his cello.
There was no visible shift in the men. They soaked in long strains and mournful chords as they continued to sit and read and stew and smoke. But the shift was there; real and present, the Cellist crying out to the essential with these inessential men.
09 June, 2013
07 June, 2013
04 June, 2013
The Styles of Nikka
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| I mean: please. |
LOOK: you know that girl whose mom was "'smokin' hot in her hayday" (and, frankly, still is) and thus cleans up great for a party because she is wearing all her mother's hand-me-downs?
That same girl who can't get her act together to look like anything more than a clueless tree-hugging 7th grader in her everyday life?
Well. That's me.
Or that WAS me, until Nikka Lanzarone told me that color was my friend.
And that it wasn't okay to wear a headscarf every day.
And jeans four sizes too large stolen from a donation box were just not going to cut it after junior year of undergraduate school.
That I could love my shape.
That looking great was not just for dancers and models and people who liked fashion.
That looking great was for everyone.
Was for me.
That I could be that girl: The girl who can absolutely wear structured pieces and jeans that fit and vintage picks and look fabulous all the time.
...Not just at a party in her mom's clothes.
Thanks Nikka.
I thank you, and so does the world who
has to look at me.
Nikka is one of my favo(u)rite pals.
But she should also be your stylist.
She is more than a rockin' bod, signature wHit and able to put her leg above her head.
Nikka is one of my favo(u)rite pals.
But she should also be your stylist.
She is more than a rockin' bod, signature wHit and able to put her leg above her head.

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New York
01 June, 2013
People I Went to PROM with: A List
| "HAVE A GOOD TIME!" |
1. Bill Bradley
He was Mr. Webb and I was Mrs. Webb. He was John Jasper and I was Rosa Bud. He was a Senior and I was a Freshman. It was the scene of the "my-Dad-put-on-a-tux-and-jumped-out-of-the-bushes" crime.
It was super awkward and I was the only Freshman there.
But we got Slurpees afterward and that is what matters.
2. JP Zammit
I don't think I will ever know what JP Zammit was thinking when he asked me to Prom my Sophomore year--I barely knew him, truth be told. His mom sometimes came into the Greek diner I worked in, and he kind-of-sort-of lived around the block, but there must have been something about his portrayal of Lazar Wolfe the Butcher, combined with the fact that he was in super rad band (and still is), combined with the fact that he was nerdy-cool-but-cooler-than-me. We never really talked before or after that night, and our Prom "date" was short, utilitarian and pretty business like: he showed up, we took some pictures, we ate, we danced, we went home. Scene.
But you know? I remember how he came to my house a few weeks after Dad died, and despite my pajama-ed, grief-stricken state, we had a gentle, meaningful talk. I remember the way he sat on the end of the bed with his hands in his pockets aching to know what to say. The truth was I didn't know what to say either. But ultimately it was his mere presence at the end of that bed that meant the most. Because people forget--they forget to come over and just sit at the end of your bed a few weeks later. I doubt he even remembers so brief and uneventful an encounter, but it meant a lot to me at the time. It still does. All of which revealed to me that JP Zammit was, and is, a super great guy.
3. Nick D’Emilio
Now this is pretty weird. When I was 14-15 I was having a rough time. 1997-98 are sorrrrrt of a bluuuuur. I was having trouble with "girls" at school, my Dad was very ill, and the summer of 1998 at Camp was when I made some of my closest, most enduring, lifetime friends. It was the summer of The Alexandra Sisters and hurricane of charisma that is Oliver Friendly (who ended up marrying one of us). So, when a huge gang of us decided to gather in Washington DC at Oliver's House for New Year's Eve, my parents didn't bat an eyelid-- they let me go have a really special, utterly memorable New Year with what I knew would be a group of lifelong pals. It was magical. Then there was a blizzard that kept me in DC a few extra days and I got to meet a few more of Oliver's DC friends-- one of whom was Nick D'Emilio-- budding photographer.
I dunno. It was in the early days of AOL chatting-- IMing was like some sort of miracle-- WOOOOOW you could talk to multiple people at once from anywhere in the country just by typing. Remember that? I kept in touch with Nick and one night online, he asked me to go to Prom. In DC. And the crazy thing was? My parents let me go do that too. It was on a boat. I barely remember it, but I do remember sneaking into The National Zoo and kissing him in the Rainforest Room before seeing The Phantom Menace.
I never saw him again.
Good times.
4. Jeremey Catterton
Sure! He dyed his hair constantly (my favorite being “Number 44B for African American Women”). Sure! He had a piercing in both ears (and eventually in his nipples). Sure! He was more than a little manorexic, and okay, he waxed on and on (and on) about how everyone on planet earth besides him was a philistine.
But he also held me like a cross between a boy, a man, and a desperate teenager, all of which he was. He wrote beautiful love letters, and poetry, and the best book inscriptions you have ever seen all in his glorious left-handed scrawl, and hell, it all came from a pain I think he may, at least at that time, had only ever shared with me.
All that said, my parents were still, understandably horrified.
To hell with matching boutonnieres-- this was MORP, Interlochen's version of Prom (it is "Prom" spelled backwards you see, and "Stag, Fag, or Drag: YOU GO") and this time my date matched his nail polish to my dress.
It was the most romantic dance I ever attended.
5. Michael Arden
| O...MG. Babies. |
And we went to Prom.
AT MIDLAND HIGH SCHOOL.
There were cowboy hats.
We did not fit in.
6. Michael Arden
Eager to not be outdone by our turn at Midland High, High School besties must go to MORP together and we did. We went in a big group of Theatre heavy-hitters and had an amazing night.
There was a giant yellow school bus.
And gowns made out of duct tape.
And epic dancing.
And bowling.
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I like to make lists,
Interlochen,
Michigan
22 May, 2013
She Loves Me Conversations
Fun little interview with Ted Sperling and Paul Rosenblum of Caramoor Music Festival about the upcoming 50th Anniversary concert production of She Loves Me with an unbelievable cast.
Georg - Santino Fontana
Amalia - Alexandra Silber
Ilona - Montego Glover
Kodaly - Ryan Silverman
Mr. Maraczek - John Cullum
Arpad - Etai Benshlomo
Sipos - Brad Oscar
See you June 22-23!
Georg - Santino Fontana
Amalia - Alexandra Silber
Ilona - Montego Glover
Kodaly - Ryan Silverman
Mr. Maraczek - John Cullum
Arpad - Etai Benshlomo
Sipos - Brad Oscar
See you June 22-23!
Labels:
Broadway,
Music,
She Loves Me,
Theatre
01 May, 2013
I practiced (reflections on a Carnegie Hall debut)
| ©Julia Murney |
Okay... well most of us know the joke.
"How do you get to Carnegie Hall?"
The answer is not the corner of 57th Street. It's
"Practice, Practice, Practice."
There really aren't words to describe the feeling of stepping out onto the stage at Carnegie Hall for the first time.
But, perhaps oddly, one of the words that crossed my mind as I stepped out on to the boards was "YES..."
Yes-- I thought, I am humbled, I am honored, but I... "practiced."
Let's do this.
I am ready.
It was a privilege of extraordinary proportion to make this debut alongside not only members of the Broadway community I admire so profoundly (Judy Kaye--who has always been a trail-blazing role model, not to mention the golden-throated, utterly dashing Jason Danieley, the legendary Anita Gillette, and Jim flippin' Dale).
But of special import was the joy of playing opposite one of my very oldest and most loyal pals Santino Fontana (who, the morning of the show was nominated for his first Tony award--wow). Santino and I met at summer camp in 1999--two teenagers, one anothers' first scene partners. We reunited at the NFAA A.R.T.S competition the next year. I even soooooort ooooof followed him to college (in the days when I went to the University of Minnesota... for 8 weeks... --some of you don't know that story, but believe me I was there, before 2001 "happened...").
All of which is to say: we have been there for the highest highs and the lowest of lows
(and there sure have been both...)
Santino might not always wanna snuggle about it exactly, but he is the loyalest pal on earth.
Not to mention a talent beyond belief.
We used to chat online during his matinée of Billy Elliot and my evening performance of Carousel and dream big dreams... that made the entire experience extra special...
...
Work hard, readers.
Work harder than you think is necessary.
Find a goal and move toward it with "courage and integrity" (as you know I love to say).
Don't be negative.
Don't be a jerk.
Believe in dreams.
...and, of course, practice.
Believe me-- it is worth it.
Labels:
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Kit,
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Opera,
Singing,
Song of Norway,
Theatre
27 April, 2013
Song of Norway - Rehearsal
Music written for a MOSQUITO.
Invisible Trolls.
...and their cakes.
Hey old friends.
Broadway legends...
Over and out.
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Music,
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13 April, 2013
Song of Norway
On April 30, 2013, old Interlochen Arts Camp pal and I Santino Fontana make our Carnegie Hall debuts opposite one another in a concert presentation of the great 1944 operetta Song of Norway. The cast also features Jason Daniely, Judy Kaye, Marni Nixon, Walter Charles, and The Collegiate Chorale.
Enjoy the video below, and see you on April 30!
Enjoy the video below, and see you on April 30!
02 April, 2013
from Broadway.com: "Falling Crazy in Love with Angela Lansbury, Shameful Pop Songs & Her Literary 54 Below Show "
"...Broadway newcomer Alexandra Silber (Master Class) will take fans on a musical celebration of all things bookish in her new 54 Below show Ex Libris: A Trip to the Library. The self-confessed bookworm draws from some of her favorite prose and celebrates the many forms of the written word during her "book-stravaganza" on April 3. Before she takes the stage, Silber spills about her shameless love of pop music and her obsession with Angela Lansbury."
Enjoy!
* * *
What record/album was your favorite growing up?
Without a doubt Judy Collins' Wildflowers. It literally orchestrated my life. Completely by coincidence I ended up going to high school with her niece, and I melted when I got to thank her for her music at our graduation.
What concert most influenced you as a performer?
When I was little, I went to Interlochen Arts Camp, and they always had an amazing festival of performers each summer. I'll never forget how Rosemary Clooney just sat there and sang from her guts with epic class.
What is your go-to audition song?
"Will He Like Me?" from She Loves Me. Amalia Balash is my spirit animal.
What song are you most excited to perform in your show?
"Yakko's World" from The Animaniacs. Yeah...you heard me.
What musical theater track is the most played on your iPod?
"Run, Freedom, Run!" [from Urinetown]. Hands down eclipses all other musical theater tracks by a number in the 100s (and actually the only consistent one on my iPod...) It is perfect. "Literally? YES."
If you could invite any performer onstage for a duet at 54 Below, who would it be?
It is no secret to anyone who knows, follows, or lives within a five block radius of me that Angela Lansbury is my idol. She is probably the only person on earth I would not be able to compose myself in front of if I met her in person. Her contribution to the entertainment industry inspires me every day, and I have loved her from the moment my dad brought home Til the Clouds Roll By and The Court Jester, to Bedknobs and Broomsticks, to a full-on obsession with Murder, She Wrote to ALL of her endemic, pivotal musical theater performances. I respect her. I aspire to be like her. I love her. No: I crazy love her. It would be Angela and I wouldn't sing because I would be beside myself. So SHE would sing "It's Today" and I would just gaze at her.
What musical theater performer from the past do you wish you could collaborate with?
Danny Kaye. Gordon MacRae. Bea Arthur.
What album was the soundtrack to your 20s?
40 Days by The Wailin' Jennys. (I have a closet Bluegrass person inside me.)
What’s your favorite love song?
I can't choose. Somewhere between "Dammi i colori... Recondita armonia" from Tosca, "I Can't Help Falling in Love With You," and "One Hand One Heart."
What song makes you feel sexy?
Adele's "Someone Like You." Magic stuff.
What is your favorite workout track?
I have a playlist on my iPod created for workouts called "Pop music you should be ashamed of but are not," and THAT is all I am going to say about that.
What's the best hidden gem on your iPod?
The great Zoë Keating.
Favorite break-up song?
"So What" by P!nk. Hits. The. Spot. Believe you me. Plus "Jolene" and of course, "Send in the Clowns." ::Sigh...::
What song most makes you smile?
Have you ever heard "Boum" sung by Charles Trenet? It is a charming French song from 1938 with irreverent lyrics about falling in love in the springtime and features a lot of onomatopoeic animal sounds. It's a hoot. Also, Gogol Bordello's "Start Wearing Purple" and "Jump in the Line" by Harry Belafonte.
Labels:
Angela Lansbury,
Broadway,
Music,
New York,
Theatre
28 March, 2013
Business with the sea...
My knees dug in the shore
Pacific waters called again
And asked my soul for more
But there's no more to sacrifice
My heart is just a sieve
The land has stopped, sea appeared,
I've nothing left to give.
And they say the tides can pull you
No matter where you flee.
It's life you must attend to
So the waves won't let you be.
When you have business with the sea...
Labels:
Inspiration,
LA,
Poetry,
Travel
10 March, 2013
Important Teachers: A List
I have been so blessed with truly remarkable teachers in my lifetime.
As discussed with Jean Gaede, whom I see often (at my Broadway performance of Master Class, and a woman who has flown over from America specifically for weekend performances of Fiddler and Carousel), that people should consider themselves extraordinarily lucky if they have even one spectacular, life-altering teacher in their lifetimes--I have been blessed with many.
I have also been blessed with some terrible teachers. And I say "blessed" deliberately for these teachers, though they may have taught me little (to nothing) of the subject on the “tin,” taught me an awful lot about how to educate myself, how to get by, how to be tough, patient, diplomatic, and oftentimes, flat-out do their job FOR them.
...You have any of those? Yeah. Those were valuable men and women in their own right. Thank you bad teachers: you mattered too.
So without further ado, the list (and thank you, Mrs. Zarider, who taught me to count…) in no particular order.
*
1. Joanne Devine & Barbara Zarider (1st grade - 1989-1990)
Two new mothers who wanted to be a part of their young children's lives but still wanted to teach? Mrs. Devine and Mrs. Zarider decided the best way forward was to team up! Mrs. Z took Monday, Tuesday and every other Wednesday, and Mrs. D took the end of the week. Mrs. Z specialized in all things numbers, Mrs. D was a language and reading expert for the district. When I entered first grade at El Rodeo I was new in the area and at the school, most everyone else had come up from pre-school together and they took me under their wings and made me feel special and noticed and right at home. Nothing like the "tandem-team" that taught me how to read and how to count. I'll never forget them.
2. Tom Kearny (Science - Derby Middle School 1996-7)
Mr. Kearny was one of those teachers that comes along once in a lifetime—the kind you never forget, never forget what they taught you, and never forget that they taught you how to learn and love something that you never would have even considered loving so passionately were it not for their influence. Mr. Kearney was more than a science teacher, he was a poet-- one of those men who saw poetry in the clouds, in the water cycle and the stars, and you could feel that poetry oozing from him like a perfume. He was that teacher you become friends with... when you are twelve.
3. Jean Gaede (Russian Literature & Contemporary Classics - Interlochen Arts Academy 1999-2001)
When Jean Gaede and I first crossed paths, she thought I was a lightweight—and I suppose, at least on the surface, I very likely was.
I had come to the Academy from the summer camp (where the attitudes of students are not at all academic), and a substantial adjustment must be made. I was also adjusting to being away at boarding school, a secret introvert masquerading as an extrovert, awake-in-the-dark-of-the-night nervous about my father's health, and, crucially, making an excellent show about how... none of that was the case.
Pushkin first captured my imagination, then Tolstoy's short stories which invigorated my conscience, and eventually the haunting and pivotal Dostoevsky masterpiece The Brothers Karamazov. Brothers K was our turning point—I read all 1,000 pages of it (unlike many of my cheating classmates!), I "got it," and she knew it. Our eyes locked one day after my oral report on Ivan Karamazov and "The Grand Inquisitor" and we never looked back.
Jean Gaede has flown over to London, and to New York to see every show I've ever done, and her influence on my reading life is irreplaceable.
4. Robin Ellis & David Montee (Acting teachers and Directors of The Miracle Worker, Snoppy! The Musical, She Loves Me, Merrily We Roll Along and As You Like It - Interlochen Arts Academy 1999-2001)
What is there to say other than that these two taught me everything I know, or rather, every practical thing I know about being in the theatre? David and Robin fostered a love of the theatre so strong that no amount of external real-life beatings could ever extract it from my spirit. They raised the bar and told me to rise to it—then raised it again and again...
They "saw" me, they "got" me, and most pivotal of all they truly celebrated all that I was, had to potential to become, and could ever hope to be as an artist and a human being. All of this at a time in my life where every single moment was as essential and as relevant as breathing. I lived for their wisdom, humor, knowledge and guidance. They motivated me to work harder than I ever knew possible—help me discover another gear deep within me that formed the artistic being I am today.
I have journal after journals full of their lessons that I still use today in my work. The memories of the shows we did together are ever-present and inexorable from my memory, they were the ground-zero of my existence as a creative artist. I feel that in the universe of their glow I truly became the artist I am today. I came alive at Interlochen, under their watch. There is no better, higher, or more grateful praise than that.
5. Judy Chu (British Literature - Interlochen Arts Academy 2001)
Lady Chu is THE Lady Chu. Click on the link above for everything my heart could ever say. Need I say more?
6. Mark Saunders (RSAMD 2002-2005)
Mark was one of those teachers that learns with tremendous joy alongside his students.With the exception of two final year projects (The Bite of the Night and Here Comes a Chopper, to be specific) when I look back at my time in Glasgow, the projects and experiences that stand out all have one connecting factor—Mark Saunders.
He was the head of the student government on which I served as a representative for my year group, and we made great strides in their together. He was my movement teacher, and, having always been a keen "mover" his lessons ignited my imagination—from Le Coq's 7 movements, to Levels of Tension, to Elements, Buffon, clowning and mask work. But it was working with him collaboratively—with him at the helm guiding a group. Though I played a small supporting role in Pericles (one of the Second Year Shakespeare plays), I enjoyed every second of it; as well as the Voice and Movement Project: a 10 week experience that serves as a culmination of all you have learned in both departments. It is devised, based loosely on a theme, and the source of extraordinary frustration for some, and joy for others. My group's offering was trans-formative for all of us.
I'm also glad to say that I now see Mark annually in some city or another and it has become a great tradition of ours to explore the city we are in with as much vigor and gusto as we brought to the classroom.
7. Adrian Howells (Guest Artist and Director of Here Comes a Chopper - RSAMD 2004-05)
Adrian's theory of teaching and directing is that everyone operates at their best when their "love tanks" all full! And of course he is correct. He is also the originator of the sentiment that in creation, "IT IS ALL ALLOWED." Sensitive, thoughtful, charming and profoundly creative in the most glorious way, Adrian is an artist first and lives artistically-- he taught me by example how to be an artist in the world, but he also taught me that magic lies beyond the comfort zone. When I look back at my higher education, Adrian's influence is rooted in the memory—so much of what I transformed into in Glasgow was because of him. I am honored to have been lead by him as a young person, and even more honored to call him a friend in the present.*
[*Update as of 2014: Adrian Howells sadly took his own life in 2014, at the too-young age of 51. Words fail to express the loss to my own little life and the world. However, I wish to send him every good wish, no anger, and remind him that even in his absence, "it is all allowed—" even leaving us too soon.]
*
This of course is a list of people who had the "title"— not to mention the countless mentors, role models and colleagues that always have wonderful lessons to share.
Who are your greatest teachers?
As discussed with Jean Gaede, whom I see often (at my Broadway performance of Master Class, and a woman who has flown over from America specifically for weekend performances of Fiddler and Carousel), that people should consider themselves extraordinarily lucky if they have even one spectacular, life-altering teacher in their lifetimes--I have been blessed with many.
I have also been blessed with some terrible teachers. And I say "blessed" deliberately for these teachers, though they may have taught me little (to nothing) of the subject on the “tin,” taught me an awful lot about how to educate myself, how to get by, how to be tough, patient, diplomatic, and oftentimes, flat-out do their job FOR them.
...You have any of those? Yeah. Those were valuable men and women in their own right. Thank you bad teachers: you mattered too.
So without further ado, the list (and thank you, Mrs. Zarider, who taught me to count…) in no particular order.
*
1. Joanne Devine & Barbara Zarider (1st grade - 1989-1990)
Two new mothers who wanted to be a part of their young children's lives but still wanted to teach? Mrs. Devine and Mrs. Zarider decided the best way forward was to team up! Mrs. Z took Monday, Tuesday and every other Wednesday, and Mrs. D took the end of the week. Mrs. Z specialized in all things numbers, Mrs. D was a language and reading expert for the district. When I entered first grade at El Rodeo I was new in the area and at the school, most everyone else had come up from pre-school together and they took me under their wings and made me feel special and noticed and right at home. Nothing like the "tandem-team" that taught me how to read and how to count. I'll never forget them.
2. Tom Kearny (Science - Derby Middle School 1996-7)
Mr. Kearny was one of those teachers that comes along once in a lifetime—the kind you never forget, never forget what they taught you, and never forget that they taught you how to learn and love something that you never would have even considered loving so passionately were it not for their influence. Mr. Kearney was more than a science teacher, he was a poet-- one of those men who saw poetry in the clouds, in the water cycle and the stars, and you could feel that poetry oozing from him like a perfume. He was that teacher you become friends with... when you are twelve.
3. Jean Gaede (Russian Literature & Contemporary Classics - Interlochen Arts Academy 1999-2001)
When Jean Gaede and I first crossed paths, she thought I was a lightweight—and I suppose, at least on the surface, I very likely was.
I had come to the Academy from the summer camp (where the attitudes of students are not at all academic), and a substantial adjustment must be made. I was also adjusting to being away at boarding school, a secret introvert masquerading as an extrovert, awake-in-the-dark-of-the-night nervous about my father's health, and, crucially, making an excellent show about how... none of that was the case.
Pushkin first captured my imagination, then Tolstoy's short stories which invigorated my conscience, and eventually the haunting and pivotal Dostoevsky masterpiece The Brothers Karamazov. Brothers K was our turning point—I read all 1,000 pages of it (unlike many of my cheating classmates!), I "got it," and she knew it. Our eyes locked one day after my oral report on Ivan Karamazov and "The Grand Inquisitor" and we never looked back.
Jean Gaede has flown over to London, and to New York to see every show I've ever done, and her influence on my reading life is irreplaceable.
4. Robin Ellis & David Montee (Acting teachers and Directors of The Miracle Worker, Snoppy! The Musical, She Loves Me, Merrily We Roll Along and As You Like It - Interlochen Arts Academy 1999-2001)
What is there to say other than that these two taught me everything I know, or rather, every practical thing I know about being in the theatre? David and Robin fostered a love of the theatre so strong that no amount of external real-life beatings could ever extract it from my spirit. They raised the bar and told me to rise to it—then raised it again and again...
They "saw" me, they "got" me, and most pivotal of all they truly celebrated all that I was, had to potential to become, and could ever hope to be as an artist and a human being. All of this at a time in my life where every single moment was as essential and as relevant as breathing. I lived for their wisdom, humor, knowledge and guidance. They motivated me to work harder than I ever knew possible—help me discover another gear deep within me that formed the artistic being I am today.
I have journal after journals full of their lessons that I still use today in my work. The memories of the shows we did together are ever-present and inexorable from my memory, they were the ground-zero of my existence as a creative artist. I feel that in the universe of their glow I truly became the artist I am today. I came alive at Interlochen, under their watch. There is no better, higher, or more grateful praise than that.
5. Judy Chu (British Literature - Interlochen Arts Academy 2001)
Lady Chu is THE Lady Chu. Click on the link above for everything my heart could ever say. Need I say more?
6. Mark Saunders (RSAMD 2002-2005)
Mark was one of those teachers that learns with tremendous joy alongside his students.With the exception of two final year projects (The Bite of the Night and Here Comes a Chopper, to be specific) when I look back at my time in Glasgow, the projects and experiences that stand out all have one connecting factor—Mark Saunders.
He was the head of the student government on which I served as a representative for my year group, and we made great strides in their together. He was my movement teacher, and, having always been a keen "mover" his lessons ignited my imagination—from Le Coq's 7 movements, to Levels of Tension, to Elements, Buffon, clowning and mask work. But it was working with him collaboratively—with him at the helm guiding a group. Though I played a small supporting role in Pericles (one of the Second Year Shakespeare plays), I enjoyed every second of it; as well as the Voice and Movement Project: a 10 week experience that serves as a culmination of all you have learned in both departments. It is devised, based loosely on a theme, and the source of extraordinary frustration for some, and joy for others. My group's offering was trans-formative for all of us.
I'm also glad to say that I now see Mark annually in some city or another and it has become a great tradition of ours to explore the city we are in with as much vigor and gusto as we brought to the classroom.
7. Adrian Howells (Guest Artist and Director of Here Comes a Chopper - RSAMD 2004-05)
Adrian's theory of teaching and directing is that everyone operates at their best when their "love tanks" all full! And of course he is correct. He is also the originator of the sentiment that in creation, "IT IS ALL ALLOWED." Sensitive, thoughtful, charming and profoundly creative in the most glorious way, Adrian is an artist first and lives artistically-- he taught me by example how to be an artist in the world, but he also taught me that magic lies beyond the comfort zone. When I look back at my higher education, Adrian's influence is rooted in the memory—so much of what I transformed into in Glasgow was because of him. I am honored to have been lead by him as a young person, and even more honored to call him a friend in the present.*[*Update as of 2014: Adrian Howells sadly took his own life in 2014, at the too-young age of 51. Words fail to express the loss to my own little life and the world. However, I wish to send him every good wish, no anger, and remind him that even in his absence, "it is all allowed—" even leaving us too soon.]
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This of course is a list of people who had the "title"— not to mention the countless mentors, role models and colleagues that always have wonderful lessons to share.
Who are your greatest teachers?
08 March, 2013
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