Saturday, May 31, 2008

Street Karaoke

I have been so absent from my blogs as to almost feel they no longer existed. Wrong. I'm here, I'm pissy: get used to it!

Nah, actually I'm feeling a LOT better than I have in months. I wouldn't say my anemia is 'cured' but I am for damned sure better than I was - meaning I'm not panting like a 12 year old boy at 'nude' Miley Cyrus photos every time I walk up a flight of stairs... or just down the street. So yeah, I seem to have more oxygen floating around my blood stream, which is a GREAT thing. Happy ME! I feel a lot more energetic, my naps being naps now instead of all day affairs killing time until it's time to go to bed at night. Seriously, for someone with my degree of 'natural' insomnia this sleeping 18-20 hours a day has been a novelty and a pain. I'm not used to it, and while it was delightful at first to close my eyes and simply slip into the arms of Morpheus (no actually, we're just good friends) it became disturbing when it was no longer a choice but a symptom of my 'condition' and thus not something I had a lot of control over. But now it seems weeks and weeks of mega doses of iron and lots of sleep and water and rest and more sleep have started to pay off and I'm feeling much better.

So much better in fact that I am writing here to bitch a wee bit.

While I have many, many things to be grateful for, one that I am not so grateful for is the fact that there is a street fair on second avenue today. That's a skip and a jump from my place and I have the misfortune to be on the corner where they put the bandstand. Now were The Niagaras performing I would be happier than a pig in the proverbial... um...mud but since it's not them I find the reverb of bad cover bands annoying as all hell. Not only can you not 'really' hear them, but what you do here is like a bad night at a karaoke bar - we're going through Donna Summer's Last Dance right now and I'm about to pull my hair out.

I could just close the windows I suppose, not that it would drown it out entirely but it might help, trouble is that the humidity here is so high right now that if I closed all the windows the dog, demon cat and I would all expire. I'm not wiling to go that route just because a bad band can't figure out how to equalize the speakers.

So I'm bitching a little here - just a little. And hanging onto the happy thought that not only am I feeling better, but that The Niagaras are actually performing tonight! Not on my street, sadly, but at Stout here in NYC. So if nothing untoward happens - like my anemia-induced narcolepsy hits me later this evening - then I'll be going to see them. A decent hemoglobin count and the Niagaras - a girl couldn't ask for much more.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

God help you all

It took a week, but here it is. That long-anticipated video of the (eeek!) performance . The laugh you'll hear most prominently is Gary - who is holding the camera so he was trying very hard to be quite - I suppose I'm just too funny, aren't I?

The first couple of introductory lines were cut off due to unavoidable camera issues, but you'll get the idea. The essay was inspired by the image displayed behind me. The other four essays (and their readers) were great, but again with the camera issues (battery time/memory size) we only got my piece on vid. This is the first time I've seen any sort of video of myself onstage since the early '80s. The 1980s. Ha-Ha, yes they DID have video cameras back then... with sound even!
video

Many thanks to everyone who helped me with this - apparently it takes a village for Joy to write an essay and read it aloud. Robert for precision editorial assistance; Lori for being my live audience and her incisive direction; Gary for trekking in from the hinterlands with his camera; and of course, Kate Tellers who was kind enough to let me do this piece in her show.

And thanks to all of you reading this who've been so supportive and special thanks to the braver among you who actually sat through the video! God love ya! xoxoxoxox

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

For those who asked

The show on Sunday went well. I managed not to trip or stutter - I consider that a success. Gary was able to video tape the whole thing and if we can load it up I'll post it here. I will write more (whether you like it or not!) but right now I'm just sooooo tired.

I haven't been 'well' for the past several weeks... right now I'm battling some seriously annoying (though not life-threatening) anemia that is leaving me exhausted after any little exertion. Less than 10 minutes on stage on Sunday and I ended up sleeping for more than 18 hours on Monday. I'm a little on the weakling side at present.

As soon as I have a little 'vroom' and possibly some tape of my 'performance' I'll post more.

For now, thanks for hanging in with me and my less than steady posting schedule.

Monday, May 05, 2008

Nervous much?

I do so enjoy doing things that scare the hell out of me. OR I should say I enjoy them after they are done. It's the nyah-nyah syndrome. But before I do 'em, oh lordy lordy do I suffer with the anxiety. And therefore everyone I know gets to suffer too! Ah, lucky them! Lucky YOU!

On Sunday, May 11th little miss tough-stuff over here is going to be having an anxiety-attack to beat the band. I'm going to be performing something I wrote... in front of people... who paid... money. I intend to wear black to avoid any pesky worries of tomato stains when the audience starts throwing the rotten veggies at the vegan onstage.

I have never read aloud, performed or otherwise 'done' my own material for an audience. Unless you count every poor soul I run into on any given day who I do my 'act' for 'an audience'. It's usually more of a one-on-one thing. I have no fears of being on stage - as long as someone else has put the words in my feeble little mouth. Doing my own stuff? Someone pass the xanax, and keep it coming!

Of course the point of all the blogging I do in its various incarnations is to actually voice my own opinions and stories and blather. But I'm alone in front of a toasty computer screen, usually in my jammies, with a bottomless coffee cup, a/k/a SAFE when I do it. This time, not so much. This time, real live people. AiiiiiiEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

My tendency towards self-deprecation makes it difficult to simply be excited at the prospect of telling one of my silly stories to people like this - that nagging "what if they hate me" voice just will NOT be quiet! The truth is there's a part of me, the part that's hiding out right now looking for a pillow and a blankie to go sleepies with (since that's what I do when I'm a-scairt) that really IS excited about this. Because this is a sort of meeting point of acting (which I love) and writing (which I love) and talking about myself (which, let's face it: I blog, you do the math). It's an opportunity to be a real-live storyteller. Which is what I'd love to be, so I should just be THRILLED! Instead I'm thrilled AND covering myself with nerves because I'm terrified of failure. And, of course, people throwing rotten fruit.

Despite that terror I'm actually advertising here! Hellllllll-llllloooooo crazy. Of course the show is on Mother's Day which allays my fears somewhat as I'm thinking that most of the people I know will not be able to attend *huge sigh of relief*. It's always easier for me with strangers. Though having friends in the audience is fabulous - if things go well. I'm conflicted. Shocking, isn't it?

Information on the show is below. If you're around, please come! Just leave the produce at home, would ya? Thanks.

SEE ME, HEAR ME: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
is back at the Magnet for a special Mother's Day show on Sunday, May 11 at 6:30pm featuring five original pieces all inspired by one image.
This month's show features:

Swaha Devi (Body & Soul, Alternative Medicine)
Michelle Fix (Off-Broadway, No Filter)
Joy Keaton (Off-Broadway, A Brief History of An Orphan)
Kate Tellers (Off-Broadway, Rag Hag: Songs from My Closet)
&
Brian Tunny (ESPN Magazine, managing editor DigBMX Magazine)

This Sunday!
The Magnet Theatre
254 West 29th Street
(Between 7th & 8th)
$5
Reservations are recommended!
Call: 212-244-8824