The Contrast

The Contrast
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Thursday, May 1, 2014

Some Nights...

It's nights like tonight where you understand why so many choose to take on the hard life of a performer.

"J'ouvre moi meme...et j'entre"


Yes, the music you sing is beautiful, the words you convey are deep, the dramatic creation of another world is invigorating, but in the end, I don't think I could do it if it wasn't for the incredible people you meet both on and off the stage.

My wonderful wig and make up lady.


A special bond is formed between those that create art. And I mean create in all forms, even if it's selling the tickets in the box office or building the set, or giving an artist a buck or two so they can make that next audition. 

That sneaky, sexy Carmen: Leann Sandel-Pantaleo and me as grumpy cat.


The stew of personalities mingling together to form these once in a life time occasions, the chance to make the art form in this manner, at this time, with these people. Carpe Diem embodied. You learn to love these strangers as your family. You can try to dissect it, make the feelings seem trivial and child like, or you can just embrace it. 

The supers and chorus.


Let it be. Love unquestionably the moments you're given with the strange exciting people and learn and live with their madness and intoxicating passion. Listen to their stories, laugh at their jokes, let those tears of sympathy and joy well in your eyes. LIVE IT, DAMMIT!

Me and my bro Andrew.


I could not be more excited, happy, overjoyed about this very moment in my life. To sing a role with orchestra, opposite of some of the most exciting performers I've ever come across, with a production and music team that has challenged and pushed me to be at the immense level that this house and repertoire demands has carved it's characters on the very fabric of my being. 

My Maestros: Robert Tweten and Kostis Protopapas


Like the scarlet letter I'll carry it on my chest well past the point of my existence as a corpse, but I will let it linger in story and fable told by those that share my same passion and folly for nights and moments like this: Where the stars cut clean and cold in a lonely city, but your soul is ignited through the flash, searing to the bone. The elements have no hold on you, your feet don't even touch the ground.

Jon Burton as Jose, Richard Ollarsaba as Escamillo, and Stefan Barner as Remendado


Pride doesn't even capture this decadent sin I feel. I can't let it go, nor will I. I only hope that my mortal wrongings won't incite rabid retribution because God himself will see what we have created and nod with knowing approval.


Regardless of what happens this weekend, I'll never forget these moments. I hope you come and see the show, and I hope you say hello to me afterwards (Tickets Available Online.) I'll be on the moon, line dancing with the stars, grinning from ear to ear, soaking in those redemptive beams of celestial glory.

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