Guess Who's Back?

I won't even begin to address my absence. Call it old age. Call it a lack of interest. Call it life getting in the way... All I can say is I'm back and I wanna talk about it. I finished my nearly 3 year run of Mamma Mia almost 2 weeks ago now, and I'm only just beginning to come out of the fog of those lost years! Not that I don't appreciate all the time I spent with the show, but there's a lot of baggage that goes along with it and it's time to start pulling the laundry out of the closet. I'm gonna try and go back and re-live at least some of the experience and catch you up on the past 2 1/2 years that I DIDN'T write about, so bear with me. It's not gonna happen overnight, or even over a few weeks, but I'm gonna try. I'll start by saying - it was a helluva ride! For an actor, ANY actor, to spend almost 3 years in a single show is an absolute blessing - and absolutelyanathema to his or her creativity. Not to say that one can't be creative in what they're doing, but the juices run dry after a while, and I'm quite sure mine did. There's lots more to say about all this and I'll expound on it over the next few weeks and months, but I just wanted to drop a note say "thanks for sticking in there" and "I'm back", whether you like it or not! ;)

The Day After...

Crazy night on Broadway!
First, Beth continued her absence from the show with a bad case of bronchitis. Corrine is her understudy and Boy, does that woman have pipes! She sang the hell out of the show - very impressive. Both shows, in fact.
Then, in the middle of the first show, David (Harry) blew out his calf muscle and pulled up lame like a race horse coming down the stretch! It's a wonder he finished the show, limping as he was and grimacing to the end. But he's a trouper and he follows the old but true adage, "The show must go on".
Unfortunately the weather didn't help, as the unusually mild and humid evening outside made for a warm evening in the theater. We were all sweating onstage! Under the lights is hard enough, but with the extra heat - nearly unbearable.
Two more shows tomorrow - busy holiday weekend!

Christmas Show

Strange Night. Everyone very excited about getting back from the day off, excited about doing a Christmas show. General love and good cheer all around. But halfway through the first act, Beth lost her voice - literally. Barely made it through Voulez Vous. So her understudy Corrinne Melacon went on for the second act. And WOW can that woman sing. It's such a treat to see one of the understudies get the chance to go on and show their stuff. Believe me people, it's a fine line between the "stars" and the "ensemble" - these people are all talented as HELL! She'll be on for both shows tomorrow, too.

Get well, Beth!

Christmas 2009

I wouldn't even know where to begin to explain my absence from blogging. So I won't. What an amazing journey it's been, especially over the last month. Certainly little time to write, and even less time to explain why. Door decorating contests (Amina Robinson and Halle Morse the winners!), Secret Santa (I had Holly Hanson, an electrician and Halle had me) and today, our final show before Christmas. It's been phenominal, and I'm looking forward to the one day break.
Back to work on Christmas Day. Merry Christmas, all.

Please enjoy the Mamma Mia 2009 Holiday video!

When Two Worlds Collide

I'm a bit of an open book. I can't hide too many things in my life - especially Christmas presents from my kids, but that's a different story. I have certain areas in my life that I try to keep separate from others. Not out of deceit or purpose, it's just easier that way. Less to explain. For example, I don't want to have to explain to parents at my kids schools what it is that I do for a living. Not trying to be coy or elusive, just keeping it simple. I don't go into detail at work (a bastion of liberal thinking!) that I'm Catholic and go to church (nearly) every week and send my kids to Catholic schools. Way too much explaining to do.
So imagine my terror when my hockey buddies, a group not known for it's finesse or theatrical savvy, found out what I do and where I do it:
"Mamma Mia? Dude, that's awesome! We gotta come see it so we can make fun of you."
Hockey is a world of its own; a brethren, a fraternity with it's own language - "Bert, throw it to the middle next time and stop playing like you read it in a book!" - and a level of communication that is both brutally competitive (and utterly impossible to repeat here) and darkly loving. We talk in a coarse and rough way; it's rude and inconsiderate and downright mean - and we love it. We call each other every name in the book, degrading each others sexual preference, be it for person or animal, and ridicule job and life choices (Though spouses and children are generally off limits; girlfriends, not so much.)
Theater, of course, is my life's devotion. The nuance, the commitment, the disappointments. There is so much that goes into the life of an actor, and so much acceptance and tolerance that is expected and welcome. It's how we, as artists, grow. We love the unexpected, the different, the inappropriate. It brings freshness to a performance and is the life blood of creativity - and seems, in so many ways, the exact opposite of the hockey culture.
Friday night saw the terrifying collision of these two seeming disparate worlds as the first of my many hockey buddies (this time it was Scotty and his girlfriend Linda) came to the theater and experienced, firsthand, their own "Minut" and "OC" (my aforementioned nicknames) singing and dancing to Swedish Pop songs! The terror was all mine, I'm sure, as I know they only expected a fun night out at the theater, while I, on the other hand, had very different expectations.
I can stand in front of 1500 people on a nightly basis, sometimes with family or industry people in the audience, and perform unfazed. But cross my hockey world with my theater life? I literally broke out in a cold sweat:
"Oh man, I can' believe Scotty is out there?!"
I found myself nervous and preoccupied. I laughed at my folly, that I would be more disturbed that a hockey player was in the audience than a casting director or producer. Or my mother! Ahh, the power of the hockey brethren!
In the end, Scotty & Linda had a wonderful time, topped off by pictures in the back of the theater with us 3 "spandex clad" dads.(Yes, we're STILL fundraising for BC/EFA.) Now I've got some blackmail material if Scotty starts to give me a hard time!

In general, the show is going very well these days. I find myself very interested in audience size and response, as so much of our performance seems based on this. But it's an intriguing equation to contemplate. This past Wednesday proved to be the smallest house (audience) the show has had in 8 years! Dreadful, and tough to get the energy up for and to play to. Then Wednesday night? SRO! Great house, lots of energy!
You never can tell. But the show continues to be a blast to perform.

Catch-Up

Sorry, sorry, sorry! I realize it's been nearly two weeks since my last post. The excuses abound, not the least of which is I had my PDA (phone) in for repair, and that's where I do most of my writing (I'm doing it now, in fact) and my desktop seemed to tank at the same time (hence the need to purchase a new HP 750GB hard drive, 8GB ram, Intel Core2Quad processor, for you computer geeks). But luckily I'm back in the running.

*Thank you to all concerned about my voice after my last post. It was tenuous and a bit frightening, but I did make it through the show. I actually seemed to get stronger as the show went on, but I was very nervous that it wouldn't last.

*There are many things to catch up on, and I can't remember half of them, but I will say the most recent and thrilling was the opportunity to share my MM! good fortune with my family this past weekend as my Mom, brother John and sister in law Sue, her friend Val and my brother's daughter (my niece) Erica came to the show over the weekend, all the way form Michigan! They actually had a busier two days than I did, shopping at Bergdorf's, seeing BILLY ELLIOT and MM!, dining out, taking taxis - I'm exhausted just thinking about it! But it was a treat to see them and share the joy of "the Mia", topped off by dinner at Joe Allen Restaurant, the perennial theatrical fave. Thanks for coming, guys, it was a treat!

*Also of note last week was my first "personal day". I'm allowed to take 2 days off a year for purely personal reasons (not sickness or vacation, just a day off). Now I'm not the kind of guy who takes days off easily. A few years ago I was doing a Broadway (lite) show called TWENTIETH CENTURY with Alec Baldwin (great guy) and Anne Heche (can you say CRAZY?) at the Roundabout Theater. I was sick as a dog one day, terrible flu, but you can bet I dragged my ass to the theater and got up on that stage. The show must go on, eh?

In any event, I had never planned to take a personal day even when I learned, in early September, that my daughter's Theatrical High School debut would conflict with my performance. She would just have to suffer without me, I thought. Well, last Friday morning (after a Thursday night of prodding by my fellow MM! cast members - Allison: "Are you crazy?", John: "You have to go!", Beth: "It's like suffering through root canal, but you gotta do it!"), I awoke with a start and realised, as her debut was that night, that I couldn't miss it! It was not out of guilt or obligation but the sheer joy of seeing my beautiful daughter, who had worked so hard over the last few months (between school and all her extra-curricular activities) - that I knew I HAD to attend! So I called my extremely understanding and gracious stage manager (Andy) and company manager (Tony) and explained the situation, and with their blessings I was off.

HUMBUG HIGH (A modern adaptation of Charles Dickens A CHRISTMAS CAROL) was a huge hit (not, in fact, root canal at all!) and the star (in my eyes) was the illustrious performance of "Madge the Dead Lunch Lady" inhibited with verve and comic gusto by my daughter Brigid. Bravo!

I promise to try the daily posting this week. There's always a lot going on, so it's easier to keep up by doing it daily rather than playing catch-up.

Slainte!

This Is A Test. This Is Only A Test.

Okay, I'm a little terrified today:

Yesterday, a Sunday back from a great Halloween off. Two great shows, a nice run through Central Park (and battling the aftermath of the NYC Marathon) and a birthday celebration (Beth Leavel's) in between and all was well. I finished the second show. Went to my dressing room to change and I suddenly sneezed. Twice. No big deal, I thought. I finished getting dressed, left the theater and headed down Broadway to my destination - home. It was two blocks away that I realized I left my wallet in my dressing room. I walked back and Mike, our doorman, let me in. I tried to say hello - but nothing came out! I got my wallet, headed back out and walked for a few blocks, talking to myself, trying my voice - nothing! I stopped at Starbucks, thinking a warm Venti Hot Chocolate might sooth the chords - I couldn't even order! I had to whisper in the barista's ear, "Venti hot chocolate with skim milk and whip cream." I think he thought I was making a pass at him. But I was terrified. I've never had this happen. Not a sound came out. What do I do?
Went home, took a hot shower, tried to rest my voice the rest of the night and all day today. My poor wife is having a rather invasive (read:colonoscopy) medical procedure today and I wanted to be there for her. Now I can only support her in a non-verbal way. It's 12noon now, I can feel it getting better, I only hope I can find my upper vocal register before 8:00pm tonight!

Quick story under the category of "New Yorkers - you think you know everything":
I'm running up Central Park West, against traffic and amidst all the Marathon finishers. Thousands of people are out and milling. It's hard to run, but I'm making my way. Suddenly, a man on a bike, pulling up next to me and also riding against traffic, points to my left with the directive "Dude, sidewalk." Not wanting to start an argument, nor giving in to his admonishment, I simply comment, "Yes, it's there."
His response? "You should be on it."
I found the irony of the situation to hard to leave alone and what came next, if I do say so myself, is what separates free thinkers from the rest of the world.
"I'm sorry", I said in a somewhat fake Hispanic/Italian/foreign accent, "I don't speak English. But I know an asshole when I met one!" And off I went.
I'm sure it's not the first time that line has ever been used, but I found the absurdity of the situation just too outside the norm NOT to respond.
New Yorkers - you think you know everything!

Wish me luck tonight!

Happy Halloween 2009!

Happy Halloween 2009!

So much happens so quickly backstage on a Broadway show that it's hard to keep up sometimes:

*Last Sunday we began an in-house scavenger hunt game titled "Bats, Rats and Riddles" (put together by our brilliant stage management team headed by the incomparable Andy Fenton!), consisting of clues in a book that lead to more clues, located inside AND outside the theater (often at OTHER Broadway shows) that concluded Friday night with the best team winning a top prize of a clothespin memento in the shape and form of a witch. A fun game meant to enhance the morale of the company - mission accomplished! Five teams of five or six members fought for supremacy, and yes, it's true, my team won. Hail to the victors! Clues were as cryptic as "Travel where it was red and blue - but not anymore, now yellow and blue will open the door" [Answer: the Broadway Theater where The Color Purple (red and blue) once played, but now Shrek (yellow and blue) is playing.] Or "Travel quickly through the stormy night, to see the NHL and NFL fight" [Answer: the Palace Theater, home of West Side Story and the (NHL San Jose) Sharks and the (NFL New York) Jets.] Told you they were cryptic. But fun none the less!

*Wednesday we began collecting for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights Aids by stopping the show at the final applause and making an audience appeal for donations. Our "Sky", Eric Morris, well spoken and articulate, made a generous and gregarious speech to a very appreciative crowd. Not just seeking donations, items are also sold, including our signed posters ($40), CD's of various Broadways casts singing Christmas carols ($20), a Mamma Mia apron ($30) and a Mamma Mia recyclable grocery bag ($10). The sentiment is well placed and altruistic, but (and I know this is an unpopular opinion) I think it's a bit much to do it after every show for six weeks. Talk about gilding the Lilly!

*Amidst all the offstage hoopla, I do enjoy my time onstage enormously and often, still, find myself looking at other actors in various moments and find some small discovery of joy or happiness. I think, ultimately, that the core of my character "Bill" is all about joy and adventure. He's a real man with many dimensions, but he's an action taker who doesn't wait for things to happen to him. He goes out there and looks for it. And that's what appeals to me!

Credit Where Credit Is Due

I play hockey with a bunch of crybabies!  Everybody wants their 15 minutes of fame and apparently they think I can give it to them. Assuming anyone beyond my family reads this blog, I now bestow celebrity and stardom on the following slackers:
Doug, aka "Bert", aka "Kovalov"- you're a weaselly puck hog, but you're also an artist so you get a bye.
Scotty - if you weren't such a (word I can't print here), you'd be okay too.
Uri - there, "Stinky", I mentioned your name, now stop complaining!
Coco the Racist Goalie - haven't seen you for a while, we miss your whitty, racist comments.
Fuzzball - Where the hell are you? Raising gerbils in Chicago?
Paulie - When you're not hungover, you're great between the pipes.
Billy - Ditto, only in front of the pipes.
Big Nick,aka "Gigantor", aka "The Ice Manatee" - Your girlfriend Scotty called, wants you to pick up some tampons at the grocery store.
Big Mike, aka "The Snow Ape" - Thanks for the continual supply of lefty equipment.
Terry - Seems you got swallowed up at the U.S. Open. Venus Williams shove a ball down your throat, too?
Val, aka "Valishnikov" - you're socks look snazzy, but you gotta finish, my friend.
I'm sure I've missed a few and I know I'll hear about it, but for a ragtag group of posers, it's more fame than you deserve.
Best,
Minut, aka "The O.C."
There, now that that's out of the way, we can get back to the business of "The Mia", as we call it.

Monday's show was like a group hangover, only with a great audience. They were very into it, but the end of a long weekend, and the knowledge that we're still in the middle of a 13 show run left us reeling from the long weekend.  But we're pros, so we take it in stride and move on.

Great Weekend!

Unbelievably exciting day and matinee performance! Not sure why, considering it's a humid, rainy day in NYC (and weather always seems to effect theater audiences), but I'm thrilled for it since my Aunt Kathy and Cousin Amy are here, visiting from Ohio and celebrating a certain someones 70th Bday! Happy Bday, Aunt Kath!
Funny clout moment of the day: I called Joe Allen Restaurant, the famous theater hangout, for dinner reservations for us and was told they were all booked up.  Then I "mentioned" that it was too bad, "I can only make it between my shows."
"What show is that?", I was asked.
"Well I'm in Mamma Mia, so I can only make it for early dinner.  And I DID work for Joe in the past - I was a waiter at Orso Restaurant (owned by Joe Allen).
The maitréd's response? "Well sir, you need to tell us these things first. Of course we have a table for you."  MM! membership has its privileges.
*And if the matinee was fun, the evening show was beyond!  What a day! Must have been something in the air.  Responsive, excited - full audience on their feet by the end!  When they're clapping along during "Take A Chance", we know they're a good audience.  Favorite moment? After the show and the cool down and the exit and the autographs outside the stage door and the walk through a rain-soaked Times Square and getting to my gate at Port Authority Bus Terminal I'm waiting in line for my bus with a young couple I'm front of me - a well dressed Indian gentleman and quite pleasant date.  After 5minutes of waiting, and some odd staring, he finally asks, "Are you with the...are you in the Mamma Mia?"
"Yes, I am."
You would have thought he was meeting Gandhi himself.
"Oh my gosh! It is you! I thought you were him, cause you look like him, the beard and all... Look-" he points out to his compatriot, "It's him! You were wonderful. The whole show - wonderful. Wonderful! So much fun!"  And he went on like that for the whole bus ride.  It was delightful, again, to chat with fans who are so appreciative of not only my work (which is nice to hear) but of the show itself.  Believe me, it's hard to come down from a day like this.  I didn't get to bed till almost 2:30am!
*Sunday, a different story.  Nice audiences, receptive, but not very enthusiastic.  We all felt like we were performing a show with a big group hangover. Whew!
*We're now we're halfway through a 13 show run. Brutal, but challenging!

I Went To The Theater And A Baseball Game Broke Out!

I was brought up to believe that you were nice and respectful to people. Especially your elders.  Decency and kindness were inbred in me.  I'm from the Midwest.  It's a trait that I fought against most of my youth.  I wanted to be different, unique. Not rude, but I never wanted to follow the status quo. I wanted to be "different".  I decided to be an actor.  To come to New York, where the action is.  Where people speak their mind and get what they want and "don't take no crap from nobody!"  That's what I wanted, too.  I thought.  Now, I'm not so sure.
I watched the Yankees battle the Angels tonight in the ALCS (you would think there wasn't a show!) and I came to a realization:  In Detroit - the place of my youth, the home of my heart, the anchor of my soul - in Detroit, we hope to win.  We hope to succeed.  We hope that with enough hard work and resilience and dedication (and maybe a little bit of luck) that we'll succeed and win that Pennant or that Stanley Cup or that we'll survive this economic downturn and come out the better for it.  We hope, with decency and humility as our backbone, that these things will come to pass.
In New York, they EXPECT it.  With no humility, no decency, little forgiveness and simply no class.  It's crass and ugly and comes at you like a truck driver on NoDoz.
"When we win (not if, but when), it's because we deserve it!  Not that we've worked hard or dedicated ourselves to the task or overcome obstacles (many of which may be true), but simply because we're New Yorkers and we're entitled to it. Period.  And everyone else can go f --- themselves.  And if by chance we should lose, anyone else's victory is inconsequential because it's not a New York victory."  To quote Billy Joel, this is the "New York state of mind."
I'm glad I've made the realization.  It allows me the clarity to do my job unfettered from the vagaries of petty regionalisms (Go Tigers!) and focus on the task at hand.  The job and task I love to do so much. Act.

The Brazilians Are Coming!

Astonishing to me that 25years into this business (the allotted time for an actor to fully develop, according to David Mamet) I can still feel like an impostor and completely insignificant.  A shocking admission, I know, but sometimes I just feel like I've worked so hard to get where I am, and then I ask myself, "Where am I?"  Working on Broadway, yes, but then what? Security? Happiness.  I ask myself these questions and then, of course can only answer them with a resounding "Yes"! (Well, maybe not yes to job security, but in this economy I'm doing okay.)
Wednesday night on Broadway, but feels like a Monday since yesterday was day off. Again, no day off as I spent it with my son at the New York Botanical Gardens in the Bronx.  Too close to the Yankees for comfort.
But I digress - what a 180° turn from LAST Wednesday audience.  This one?  Alive!  Vibrant!  Really into the show!
And it showed after, as well.  Walked out the stage door to resounding applause and a very appreciative group of Brazilian fans.  Most from Sao Paolo, some from Rio de Janiero, they were gaga over the show.  Gross generalization here, but the girls all seems gorgeous and the guys all swarthy and suave and debonair.  All were effusive in their enthusiasm,and that can make a long night of Swedish pop songs more than bearable, ebullient!

Celebrate Good Times, Come On!

Apologies for the delay. I too often make the excuse, but there never seems to be enough time in the day to eek out a new post. Here we go:

Busy weekend after an arduous start. If you recall, last week's audiences were less than generous, but they made up for it on Friday night. What a house! Loud, boisterous, really into the show and on their feet. The thrill continued through the weekend, both shows Saturday and especially Sunday matinee. Who'd a thunk it? But they rocked! Really loved it! And I continue to be amazed and very appreciative of all the visitors at the stage door who simply want to say hello, maybe get a picture taken or an autograph and express their appreciation for the show. A real treat to be a part of it.

Also got a personal surprise when my oldest brother John called me from out of the blue at 11:30 Friday night to say he was flying in from Boston the next morn - at 8:45 am! He's spending 2 months at Harvard Business School in this high powered Executive Education program. Sounds fascinating, actually, living and working with business executives from all over the globe. But he wanted to see his daughter, my niece, Erica, a freshman at Manhattan College in Riverdale. A pair of smarties, these two. It was great to spend a little time with them in the city. They didn't get a chance to see the whole show, but they did get to witness the last few minutes, including "Spandex Man"! Hopefully they're not scarred for life. I know they're coming back in November to see the full event, so I'm looking forward to that.

The other BIG surprise was that Sunday, October 18, was the 8th Anniversary of the Broadway Production of MM! WOW, do these people know how to party! We went to Toloache, this great Mexican Bistro on 50th St. right down the street from the theater. The show came down early, as it does on Sunday night, about 9:30. By 9:40 we were at the bistro, by 9:45, drinking Margaritas! And damn good one's too! Wow! The food was excellent, but the booze - margaritas, sangrias, lord knows what else - flowed freely for the better part of three hours, or at least that's how long we almost stayed. And I cannot tell a lie - I'm not as young as I used to be! Every time my drink was 3/4 empty, they'd take it away and replace it with a new one, so I never really knew how much I was drinking. Well, I found out this morning! Man, did that hurt!

But what a blast we all had. It was great to finally have a chance to talk with some of the people I have been working with for the last 2 months. Strange thing, that. You spend months at work, singing and dancing on stage with some of these people (sometimes nearly have naked!), and yet you know nothing about them. Who knew, for example, that my new friend Annie was a wine connoisseur on the side? Fascinating. And David our musical supervisor? His partner Michael, one of the funniest and driest wits I've ever met! Hilarious! (Even funnier, I suppose, after kicking back a few Margs!) But it was so great to meet so many fun and new people - and what a release from the show! Many thanks go out to our General Manager Nina Lannan for putting on such a Ritz. It was a blast! And many congrats to all involved for creating such a wonderful show that has lasted for 8 years. Here's to another 8!

Monday's show was a tough but welcome recovery from the previous nights antics. We all felt a bit sluggish, but still gave a great performance. The audience was a bit on the quiet side, as Mondays tend to be, but appreciative none-the-less. Met a very sweet woman and her three girls after the show who were in New York all the way from Southern Illinois to see their first Broadway show. What a thrill to think it was ours.

I continue to be awed by the blessing in my life that is Mamma Mia!

Tough Crowd

Okay, I'm just gonna say it - not the best audience we've ever had. In fact - well, let's just say, in the spirit of Rodney Dangerfield, "Tough crowd. Tough crowd!" (I could also say "I get no respect", but I wouldn't go that far.)
It was a tough crowd, though. Tough to capture, tough to please. The beauty of theater is that every night, every show is new and unique. You never know what you're gonna get. They certainly paid attention - even clapped along during the entré act for Act Two, but somehow we knew we just didn't have them. Or at least it felt that way for most of the show. I felt confident that by the end we'd get them on their feet. And sure enough, when the "rock concert" that is the finale - "Mamma Mia", "Dancing Queen", and our secret weapon "Waterloo" washed over them, the kool aid had taken effect and they were sedentary no longer. It's like a drug. A prescription that works every time. Astonishing.
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Okay, I can't tell a lie. I wrote that post before the end of the show, halfway through the second act. I was projecting, putting a positive spin on things. Hoping for the best. Boy was I surprised!
I am so angry right now! Angry at the audience! I know, "Who do I think I am? They paid their money, they can do what they want". Yeah, yeah, I know, but come on! I killed myself out there. We all did! Show a little appreciation. It started when we got no applause after "Take A Chance." None! Not a peep! What gives? Allison and I killed ourselves out there. And we're frickin' funny, dammit! Nothing?
Then, in the final number, "Waterloo", the killer-of-all-killers, the sure fire-get-them-on-their-feet, leave-nothing-on-the-table number --- nothing! Well, okay, something, but a very little something. Heads bobbing, small, placid grin on the face. Satisfaction, but hardly jubilation! And the worst offenders? Right down front - FRONT ROW - aisle seats (if you're reading this, you know who you are!) They had the gall - the GALL - to actually stay in their seats! Didn't budge! Sure they smiled and clapped a bit, a knowing grin of satisfaction on their faces. But I wasn't buyin' it.

"If you're gonna come to my house, you're gonna ROCK!"

But alas, nothing. Disgusting. I can only hope and expect that future audiences will show more self respect and behave accordingly. As John and I quote each night before our final entrance (and in the infamous words of AC/DC),
"For those about to rock, we salute you!"

Mondays and Gerbils

Monday night on Broadway. It just sounds wrong. But hey, producers gotta sell tickets, especially in a tough economy. And boy did they ever! Another sold out - or close to it - show tonight. But after Friday night, 2 Saturday and 2 Sunday shows, it always feels like we're tripping over something as we do the Monday night show. Just not quite in step.

Martha our resident director was here tonight, gave us a few notes after the show. It's a double edged sword; on the one hand, indignation -"Whaddya mean I need to raise the stakes in that scene?" "Quicker? But that bit is playing perfectly" - on the other, relief - "Oh thank God you're watching. I don't want the show to become a parody of itself." I think it's too easy for a show like MM! to get away from the core of it's sweet story and just become a parody, pandering itself - and the performance - to the audience. But we're a long way from that.

And now under the category of "From the mouths of babes" comes this gem:
First, some background. If you've yet to see the show, or read my bio, you can link to it here: http://www.mamma-mia.com/broadway/cast_PATRICKBOLL.asp
The final line of my bio reads: "Patrick lives in New Jersey with 2 children, 2 labrador retrievers and one wife." My sad attempt at dry humor.
My 6 year old boy's best friend Miles was babysitting his class gerbil over the weekend. My son loves it so much he decides he's going to ask for one for Christmas. Suddenly he becomes distraught: "But Dad, I can't get a gerbil."
"Why not, buddy?"
"Cause it'll mess up your bio in the program."
Is this kid wicked funny, or am I just being a proud papa?

Sunday Thoughts....

Sunday things I've yet to touch on -

* Friday's show was a terrific audience, enlivened by the fact that the production was shooting B-roll; footage to be used in commercials and promotional material for the show. Ray, our very funny "Eddie" in the show, was on a Jet Blue flight recently and saw a MM! promo and realized he was in it! He didn't even know it was out there.
The audience was amazing but they really threw the three Dad's off our game as we got major entrance applause. We never get that! We had to hold for a few seconds, waiting for it to die down before we continued. Strange but fun.

*Facial hair, let's just talk about it. I knew, deep down, that it was coming. It happened last week, actually, when Sandy our hair supervisor came to my dressing room and told me that word had come down from on high that David and I looked too similar and something had to be done. It was decided I should try and grow facial hair. I can grow a quick beard - 4 days and it's in. Well, they loved it - very scruffy and rugged. And a pain in the ASS for me! Now for the next year I gotta walk around looking like I lost my razor three days ago, and it itches like hell! Anything for theater - and Braun. They should pay me for sponsorship!

*And now, a word or two about choreography. When you're taught a dance step, you should do it every time. I was having so much fun tonight in our finale singing "Waterloo" that I messed up not one or two steps, but literally EVERY step. Embarrassing; and yet not, because ultimately it's all about the joy, and believe me, I was spreading it.

*Favorite moment - walked out the stage door and met an elderly woman and her 83 year old, wheelchair bound, disabled mother from County Claire in Ireland, here to see their first Broadway show ever - Mamma Mia! I'm humbled. Both were ecstatic and loved it.

I repeat the immortal words of Jerry Orbach, "They must pay us for the waiting around, because surely we would do the acting for free!"

Playoffs & Posters

I hate not writing, even if it's only for a few days, because I feel like I'm neglecting all the good backstage dish! It's constant activity behind the scenes and it changes every minute of every day. Case in point:

David and I not only share a dressing room but we've become the focal point, the gathering place for much of our floor because we have a TV. We didn't bring it, it was there when we arrived. And at this time of year, when baseball playoffs rule the airwaves, we're everyone's best friend. The games are constantly on, with fellow cast members checking in on scores and stats. The thought is not lost on us, either, on how unique this situation is - a musical theater production full of "straight" actors interested in sports and athletics and full of testosterone. But sometimes, it rears it's ugly head, with uproarious results.

The question was begged this evening (by yours truly, an admitted Detroit Tiger LOVER and New York Yankee HATER) that perhaps my issue with said baseball team is that in adopting the "championship or bust" attitude, they may have lost sight of any humility they once had. But perhaps the real problem was not that they could win or lose in the playoffs (by the way, when was they last time they were in the playoffs, or in the World Series, or won the World Series? Champs? How about Chumps! Detroit was in the World Series 2 years ago. Yankees? 8! Anyway...), but that they simply tried to BUY their way to a championship - unsuccessfully, so far. Well, this bit of reality does not sit well with certain of my fellow cast members who are strong Yankees fans. A certain cast member became incensed at the idea the the Yankees would buy themselves a championship and he went on to list a (small) group of player who were "homegrown", who came out of the Yankees farm system. He neglected to acknowledge, however, the overwhelming amount of Yankees that have been bought and paid for (A-Rod, CC Sabathia, AJ Burnett, Mark Texiera) with more millions ($) than the GNP of many African nations! The vehemence and vociferousness with which this cast member unleashed his vitriol was both shocking and absolutely hilarious! Who knew he loved the Yankees so much? Now I know the buttons to push.

The show continues to be a joy to perform. Audiences are deeply appreciative and I'm amazed that they show up at the backstage door after each show. Many people take pictures of themsleves with cast members. I'll try and get some to email me pics and I'll start posting them.

We're gearing up for fundraising season, the time of year when Broadway shows gather money for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights Aids, an organization dedicated to helping those who are living with the disease. Among the many fundraisers are the selling of autographed posters, so the signing begins now, with hundreds and hundreds of Mamma Mia! posters, nearly a thousand in all, circulating throughout the dressing rooms. Sherry Cohen, part of our fantastic Stage Management team, flits about the dressing rooms carrying stacks and stacks of posters, making sure that everyone signs in their allotted spot on the board. There is a "master copy" to which she can refer to make sure everyone in the cast - 33 in all - have attached their John Hancock. A daunting task.

I think I prefer the shorter postings from last week, so I will try and post with more frequency, but less content. Less is more, no?

Two more shows today (Sunday), one tomorrow, then we get a day off. A day off for an actor with two children in different schools is an oxymoron - like a "deafening silence" - but at least I get a day off from the show. Actually, it may be a day off, but it's not a break. I love doing the show!

Sunday With The Fans

I was a bit taken aback today to see the theater not nearly as full as it has been. Talk about spoiled! I've just been expecting a full house every time and suddenly there are empty seats. Gotta be careful of that, cause you start to think, "Well, less seats, less intense performance." Not true. In fact, just the opposite. It takes even more focus and energy for a show like this. Each house, each performance deserves the best that we can give. That's what I believe. And you never know who might be out there.
The fan base for this show is wide and varied, and it's wonderful to see. They come in all shapes and sizes, too. As I walked out the stage door, there were two of the youngest and cutest little girls, obvious fans of the show as their outstretched programs and MM! T-shirts denoted. One wanted her shirt signed, so I obliged. But the real fun came as I stood up, only to be accosted by four obvious middle aged men, tourists, seeing the show on a lark. They wanted to get their picture with me and wanted to congratulate us on a great show. How do I put this delicately? After years in the "biz" I have a petty good "gay-dar": it was not going off. It was not even registering! These were four straight men, obvious tourists, out for a good time, seeing our show. What a treat it was to meet them and know that they were entertained. Makes my job fun.

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And then tonight's show. Wow, what a difference. Huge house, full of enthusiasm and energy, made it a delight to do the show. Especially since Sunday night, end of a long weekend (with one more to go), it's a tough show!
And a again the fans! I'm beginning to understand how this show touches people on such a unique level. Let's just say I'm not the quickest dresser (my wife says I take forever, and I was the last one out), but there, waiting patiently was a gentleman who had come all the way from Germany to to see this, his 40th show! Let me spell that out - fortieth show! Of Mamma Mia! He has seen it all over Europe, Canada, the North American tour, and now Broadway. Again. And he said he might come back tomorrow night, too.

It's wonderful to think we give so much joy to people that they feel compelled and welcomed enough to come back again and again. Thank you, fans. You are amazing!

Well, one more show tomorrow and we rest. Whew, I need it!

Two Shows And A Snotty Nose

So excited to do two shows again. My cold has really subsided, though it helped that I took a hot shower last night and tried, for the first time, an "improvised" Netty pot, which is a kind of nasal douche. I took a cup of hot water, mixed in some salt, got in the shower and took an old medicine dropper of my kids and sprayed warm saltwater up my nose. Wow! It was disturbing, painful, somehow slightly erotic, and in the end left me dizzy and gagging - laughing hysterically as I blew snot and salt water all over myself! Thank God I was in the shower.
That done, I got a good nights sleep, ready for today's shows.
They did not disappoint. Terrific audiences for both. Really responsive, loving the show. I'm especially having fun with the "Take A Chance" scene with Allison. She's so great to work with, so receptive and open. I know she's enjoying it as much as I am and the payoff comes with the audience's enthusiastic response. It's just gotten better each time and what's wrong with bringing them a little joy, I ask you that?!
Can't wait for two more tomorrow!

Friday Night In Times Square!

Times Square on a rainy Friday night. The energy is electric. Hard to explain how this place pulsates - courses through my veins like blood pumping on steroids! Unbelievable.
The show had that same energy tonight. It was fantastic! The audience was great - fully alive! Pulsing. All cylinders clicking.
I'm sure I'm being far too optimistic - I've been accused before - or maybe it's just the wide-eyed Michigan boy buried deep inside me, but I can't see it ending! Nor do I want it too!