Sunday, August 24, 2014

Poetry in motion

• Poetry in motion

Being an entertainer is a struggle. It becomes a battle after every failed audition, bomb on stage, lack of ticket sales, and of course any expression of art turning to a flop. Even when you don't feel your creative juices flowing, that can push you to hide. There comes a point when it feels easier to run away and get a “real” job, than continuing on. Every performer has ups and downs. It comes with this job. You must have your “A” game every night, every day, every moment... oh, and you are told you should also come prepared with new material each time. Some of us are even self destructive. So, Why want this life? Is there a point if in the end we can't handle all our failures? And if there is such failure, why try at all?

Recently Robin Williams had passed away by a self inflecting end. He and I suffer from depression, bipolar disorder, and the need to make others happy despite our own impending frail sadness. I suppose recently I've been considering my end game. Not to end my life, or to give up. But, the idea that, if Robin Williams couldn't take the world anymore-- Or rather, his life within this world, what chance do I have? He was a standard in life. A person who brought purposeful glow to those sad, afraid, or people committed to a finality of any given situation. I am not here to speak about Robin's death, or why he killed himself. I am here explaining that even the unknown, and known, have their battles.

I suppose I am saying; if you can, and are willing, keep on failing upward. We will have trails and tribulations. When we lose fellow soldiers of entertainment it is our job to remember what they gave to make it possible for us to fail within a business they helped nurture. When we are on stage, respect all those who had/have been on stage and those who wished they had strength to be up on stage. A fearlessness to break free of excuses and become apart of that magic. If you can't see yourself being successful, stop, breathe and rethink your plan. If you are not Networking, Marketing and Practicing; then you are standing still in your amazing, awesome and unique talent. Poetry alone is nothing if not in motion...

“No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.” ~ Robin Williams

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Friday, August 1, 2014

I hate, hate; but most of all, what the hell

• I hate, hate; but most of all, what the hell

The traveling adventures continue: When It comes to being out networking and marketing, I am a very open person. One of my well known traits is how expressive I can become around new people, or even strangers. I know my actions can be different for every person; but what the hell!? Let me explain. I was walk around New York City creating conversation with people. I walk up to groups, but rarely will I approach a single standing person. I want people to feel comfortable. However last night was different. I kept seeing individuals walking small cute dogs. Seeing this, I would look at a dog, not the person, and say to myself “Aw, look a puppy, cute puppy” And variations on that.

What am I getting at!? Oh, so there was this old lady walking her dog and I said the aforementioned statement and she says back to me “Asshole.” First off, her dog didn't bark, jump at me, look at me, or try and take her master for a run. It just kept on its way. Second, I only said it to myself, not her. The funnier part was I turned to one of my friends and said, “Did she just call me an asshole?”, and then I hear her say “Fagot.” Let me get the puns out of the way; A) do I look like a bundle of sticks? B) I am not a cigarette. Okay, with that out of the way; I was very confused by this moment as I think people should be a little nicer in life. To boot, my sexual preference is not determinate by how much I like puppies.

Her cruelty made me think about how often I am kind and open. My life is about making people laugh and entertain their emotions in a positive way. So when this lady said what she said, and all the rest of it, I also got to thinking how calling me a Fagot isn't an insult. She didn't understand situational context since I am not a homosexual. Clearly she wasn't utilizing the other terminologies of Fagot. I did place into consideration that she was very old and maybe Fagot was an insult back in the day. To me, I wish I could have just made her smile. I did nothing wrong, and maybe she wanted to be in her own space. But I was talking to myself at the time. You can't always win with people, but what the hell!?

Speak to people, it is more entertaining than you might think... plus, they have seen a different world than you!

• Make A Right Left Here (My official page website)
• BBR Productions Inc. (Direct company link)
• Top Of The Bottom Pile (Comedy Tour I Am On)