Ok, so it's not acting, but I'm still on stage a lot...
Yesterday marked my return to the karoake stage! Some of us hit the Crescent Lounge after striking the set and having a Linda's brunch. I sang Take on Me, by Aha. I was going to invoke the dolphin chirp, but people were having so much fun I didn't want to overdo it. I even had two baby dyke dancers! We high fived after I did my version of the high notes. :-) That was the first time I ever did that song (and the first time for Diana Ross' It's My Turn, which made me feel like a beauty pageant contestant during the talent section but people liked). I'm studying up on Hall & Oates and Air Supply and ABC and Kate Bush for the future.
I drew the basic layout for the next Seattle Spit poster. It's Dead Poets and Poets you Wish Were Dead. That means, you can, for one night of the year, read someone else's poetry. They just have to be dead or someone you wish weren't around to write crappy poetry! This poster marks one year exactly that I've been helping with the posters. And, in the tradition of my slaying of Jewel's poetry last year, this time I'm taking the tiny stage and doing the 'work' of another pretentious pop singer. Which one? Come on the first Thursday of November to the Wildrose to find out, or just wait for my blog about it afterwards. (Hint: he shaves his head)
The poster was based on Josh's sketch and I got to pick different poets to zombify. Then he'll finish it with the words and colors. (No super heroes this month) I sacrilized EE Cummings, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, Dorothy Parker, and Langston Hughs (I know less about poetry than I do theater, so some of these I didn't know were dead and/or poets!). I grabbed my pen, said these'll just have to look like them on the first try, and got it done. Then, I added blood, hollow cheeks, missing limbs, blackened eye sockets, the works. Yeay!
I'm also working on super heroine art for my art show in January, that'll be a cross promotional tool for our next Bad Actor play: Super Females! It'll be at the Starbucks in the U Village. I think I was supposed to do costume sketches and set designs stuff, but I don't do those things so I'm doing my drawings of generic super heroines (I won't even give them names) traveling through worlds made by collage. I just finished a background that's supposed to be underwater, and she'll be wearing an underwater suit with head bubble and stepping out of a portal made from a giant sea urchin-type thing.
OMG! Rent Slither, it's a sarcastic horror/sci-fi movie. I won't say more, just that it's got 80s influenced special effects and lines like: 'it's like looking for a needle in a fuckstack!' 'Margaret packs a boxed lunch!' (meaning she's lesbian) 'There's no fucking Mr. Pibb!?!'
I drew the basic layout for the next Seattle Spit poster. It's Dead Poets and Poets you Wish Were Dead. That means, you can, for one night of the year, read someone else's poetry. They just have to be dead or someone you wish weren't around to write crappy poetry! This poster marks one year exactly that I've been helping with the posters. And, in the tradition of my slaying of Jewel's poetry last year, this time I'm taking the tiny stage and doing the 'work' of another pretentious pop singer. Which one? Come on the first Thursday of November to the Wildrose to find out, or just wait for my blog about it afterwards. (Hint: he shaves his head)
The poster was based on Josh's sketch and I got to pick different poets to zombify. Then he'll finish it with the words and colors. (No super heroes this month) I sacrilized EE Cummings, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, Dorothy Parker, and Langston Hughs (I know less about poetry than I do theater, so some of these I didn't know were dead and/or poets!). I grabbed my pen, said these'll just have to look like them on the first try, and got it done. Then, I added blood, hollow cheeks, missing limbs, blackened eye sockets, the works. Yeay!
I'm also working on super heroine art for my art show in January, that'll be a cross promotional tool for our next Bad Actor play: Super Females! It'll be at the Starbucks in the U Village. I think I was supposed to do costume sketches and set designs stuff, but I don't do those things so I'm doing my drawings of generic super heroines (I won't even give them names) traveling through worlds made by collage. I just finished a background that's supposed to be underwater, and she'll be wearing an underwater suit with head bubble and stepping out of a portal made from a giant sea urchin-type thing.
OMG! Rent Slither, it's a sarcastic horror/sci-fi movie. I won't say more, just that it's got 80s influenced special effects and lines like: 'it's like looking for a needle in a fuckstack!' 'Margaret packs a boxed lunch!' (meaning she's lesbian) 'There's no fucking Mr. Pibb!?!'