Saturday, October 24, 2009

How To Thank Your Network

Kristine Oller is a marketing and career consultant for actors. She recently shared what I think is a fantastic idea: inexpensive but not cheap thank you gifts.

A successful acting career is about building and strengthening relationships; in fact most careers are about relationships. It's just that with most careers you only have to lean on your contacts once every few years for help securing a job instead of on a daily basis as actors do. Every time someone vouches for you they are risking a part of their credibility, it's safer not to recommend someone than it is to recommend them. With that in mind, when someone does stick their neck out for you, you should acknowledge it. How?

Every time someone refers a potential employer (CD, director, producer) or employee (agent, manager, etc) to you - even if you don't book the part or sign with them, you should send your referrer a token of your thanks. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it should be significant.
  • A hand-written card.
  • A gift certificate for a scoop of Ben & Jerry's ice cream.
  • Pull a Famous Amos and give them freshly baked cookies.
  • A gift card in the amount of the most expensive item on the menu at Starbucks.
  • A small trinket that the receiver would enjoy and not perceive as junk.
Yes this is an added expense, and yes you're probably poor and don't have a gift budget. That said, giving a small gift to acknowledge a contact's efforts on your behalf is invaluable. It lets them know you appreciate what they did, it helps to reinforce your relationship, and it makes future referrals more likely. It'll also make your grandmother proud.

Please write a comment with any other ideas you have for inexpensive but good gifts.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

A Snapshot of My Life Right Now

Taking a page from my buddy Sokrates' book, I'm going to fulfill my bloggerly duties in the simplest way possible, a list of what's going on with me.

  • I'm Now A Day Laborer: In an effort to beef up my wallet (and butch up my image) I'm now doing construction work with a college buddy of mine. The pay isn't great, but the fringe benefits are awesome: watching the sun rise, working outside, and coming home tired knowing that I've earned my keep on this planet.
  • Groundlings: I just received my mid-term written evaluation in Groundlings Level II, it said some good things about my characters, and then it shouted "GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD!" Note taken.
  • Seydways: My ongoing scene study class is going well. I'm currently working on open-hearted communication. That and trying to cultivate more leading man appropriate qualities in my work.
  • Headshots: I just picked up my shots from Reproductions. The focus might be a touch soft, but a bird in the hand and all that.
  • Target List: I've assembled a list of the shows and Casting Directors I want to target. I'll be signing up for Casting Director workshops shortly.
  • Around The World: I'm picking up some more Producer duties on the project. I've been getting unsolicited positive feedback from friends about the first episode and I'm excited for our last few days of shooting.
  • The Winners Circle: I auditioned for and was accepted into a non-dues-paying actors group. It's sort of like The Actor's Network but free and with more performance opportunities. I'm excited.
  • Self-Produced Series: My PeeWee Herman meets Bill Nye The Science Guy show concept is shifting, in what I think is a positive direction. It's time to write some episodes already.
  • B-Side: I've been working on a redesign of the B-Side Radio website, and if I may say so, it's looking awesome. I'll be posting links once it goes live.
  • Cooking: I recently baked a peach pie, an apple crisp, and will soon be baking a pear tart. I'm super excited to use the recipe from the Cook's Illustrated Cookbook my sister gave me for my b-day.
I have a fair amount of stuff going on in my life, and I'm happier for it. Thanks for indulging me in what was essentially a mental dump, I'll be posting more of what your used to once I acclimate to my new schedule.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Three Tiers of Actors Auditioning in Los Angeles

Daniel Gamburg was a guest instructor at Seydways Studios this evening and he laid out what he feels are the three tiers of actors auditioning in LA:

  1. Those who are Nervous: These are actors who come into the audition nervous, it's clear in their reads, and things are a little flat or too pushed. These folks don't get an adjustment and they definitely don't get called back.
  2. Those who are Competent: These are actors who have been in town a few years, beaten their nerves, and turn in a very competent performance. They nail the requirements of the scene, but don't bring anything particularly charismatic to their work. They may get an adjustment to see if they can up their game in their second take.
  3. Those who get Called Back: These are actors who absolutely nail the scene fresh out of the gate. They also bring something unique to their performance that elevates the scene above what is written on the page. So long as they fit the physical requirements of the part, these are the actors who get called back. Any one of them is good enough that you could put them on set and get the performance you need.
These seem like pretty reasonable bins to sort auditions into. The eventual goal is to master your nerves, and know yourself well enough that you are always bringing a Callback quality performance into the audition. If you do this, you experience the freeing effect of knowing that casting decisions will come down to issues beyond your control like height, physical type, and your star meter on IMDB.

The truth of the matter is: TV directors have little desire and no time to direct you. They are looking to cast pre-directed performances that can be lit and shot as quickly as possible. Bringing anything less than broadcast quality work into an audition is a waste of the Casting Director's time and yours. So whatever it takes, whatever it is you need to do to get your work to that level: do it.


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

What a Baguette Taught Me About Being Human

If a falling piano can take your life in an instant of cartoon irony, can't you also begin to live in an instant?


Yes, we are the sum total of our past experiences and our future expectations, hopes, and dreams. But we are also the people we choose to be moment to moment. People will often state character flaws as immutable, and thus forgivable, aspects of their being. "I'm a selfish person." No you're not, or at least you don't have to be.

The beginning of the end of one of my romantic relationships was marked by what my friends know as "The Bread Incident". I was hosting a dinner party for some acting classmates in the Bay Area. I had the stump of a baguette in my hand which I was looking forward to eating. My then girlfriend asked for a bite, to which I replied "No." Let us say, because of my selfishness and insensitivity the rest of the evening did not go well.

I would like to say that days after our eventual breakup and some reflection I came to realize the error of my ways and was living as my new better self. I wasn't. I was the same selfish bread-hording person.

It wasn't until I was out to dinner with my family a few months later that I arrived at a moment of clarity. My mother asked for a bite of my meal and I replied "I ordered this because I want to eat it." My grandmother was apalled, and said to me with great disappointment "Donovan, Keiths share."

Mine is not a family with a strong sense of honor or connection to our ancestors. Sure there were stories, but they were mostly funny recollections of my Great Uncle Bug's many misadventures. The behavior expected of a Keith had been never codified for me until that moment. When my grandmother invoked family lineage and made clear that my behavior contradicted established norms, I was incredibly ashamed.

After her words hit me, a small aspect of my life turned on a dime. I decided that from then on I would make a point of sharing my food. It wasn't easy at first, and happened in stages. It started with me grudgingly giving bites when directly asked, to offering tastes of delicious meals, to my now taking great enjoyment in the preparation of food for others.

Breaking bread was sacred before the Atkins Diet deemed it a mortal sin. It's literally a life-giving act. From your reptile brain's perspective you are risking death by offering up the only food you may ever see again so that your companion may eat. In learning to share food, I learned more of what it is to be human.

I realize this is a behavior I should have mastered when I was five, and is nothing to be particularly proud of discovering so late in life. But it is evidence that people are capable of change, instantaneous significant change.

You can, right now, change a defining aspect of who you are. You can flip the switch from selfish to giving, from timid to confident, from careless to attentive. It simply takes the desire to change and an act of will to see it through.

Q: How many Psychologists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: One. But the light bulb has to want to change.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

There's No Excuse for Excuses

It is human nature to take the irreducible, slap a cute theory on it, and call it a day. We are absolutely cunning at maintaining the status quo through seductively reasonable excuses. Thing is: most of the excuses we give ourselves are hokum, but they seem true because we don't challenge them. They look like ducks, and they quack like ducks, so we never check to see if they taste good with plum sauce - which they assuredly do not.


The most recent example of this from my life is "I wouldn't be broke if I could just find some freelance work." Last week I had some project concepts approved and was given the go-ahead to put together some bids. A week later, no bids have been submitted, and I'm no closer to rectifying my finances. Why?

I haven't done the work. The premise of my problem was all off. I wasn't broke because I didn't have freelance projects, but because I wouldn't do the work even if a project sat itself in my lap. My finances begin and end with my willingness to persevere through the moments of prolonged discomfort that work and budgeting can bring about.

Lately, I'm discovering that despite my mental machinations, the buck does in fact stop with me. The reason I don't have an agent, is I haven't genuinely pursued one. The reason I'm not being cast is I'm not putting myself out there. The reason I don't have six pack abs is I haven't paid for them in sweat.

It's a scary thing to live life stripped of excuses and extenuating circumstances. Knowing it's all up to me, how do I move on? Am I capable of meaningful and lasting change? Or am I destined to become the same asshole I've always been, just wearing a different hat? I'm hoping it's the former, even though a new hat would be nice.

MJ, care to sing us out?
"I'm Gonna Make A Change,
For Once In My Life
It's Gonna Feel Real Good,
Gonna Make A Difference
Gonna Make It Right . . .

I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgtWIx2zLtk

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Litany Against Fear

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
Dune, by Frank Herbert

Despite its truly nerdy source I really love the above quote.

As emotions Fear and its mustachioed-twin-brother Doubt don't seem dangerous. In fact, they seem quite the opposite - they really only crop up when your body is trying to keep you safe.

Fear and doubt may be sentries protecting you, but they are also the persistent voices that kill dreams through a thousand cuts. Your doubts will sabotage your career, your fears will prevent you from achieving greatness. If you let them.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Pesky Nature of Right and Wrong in Art

As a child I took pride in being a good student. I was quiet when the teacher spoke, I raised my hand at every question, and I aced every test. Not so surprisingly, I've discovered there is little advantage to being a teacher's pet in the real world, in fact it can be diametrically opposed to the goal of being an actor.


My first-grade teacher Mr. Rice had a fantastic classroom management tool - a series of pockets and green/yellow/red cards. Each student had their own pocket on the wall, and each pocket had three cards. If you misbehaved in some fashion, the top card was pulled and placed behind the others. If you got a yellow card it was a big deal, and only the worst of the worst, those kids destined to become rapists and murderers, would ever end up with a red card.

Well one day, self-satisfied about something or other, I yammered on too long and I got a yellow card. I was shocked, resentful even. How dare Mr. Rice accuse me of wrong doing?! Surly and confrontational, later in the class I spoke out of turn... repeatedly. Mr. Rice approached the board; my breath stopped. His hand traced over the pockets; my pulse quickened. He eventually landed on mine; something caught in my throat. He grasped the yellow card, lifted it out of its slot, and placed it behind the green card (already in the back). Staring back at me, for all the class to see, was a red card. In that instant my entire world went topsy turvy. I was no longer a good kid, I was a bad kid. I choked back tears.

I spent the rest of class staring forlornly at my coloring book. I hoped that if I seemed sullen enough in my use of finger crayons, Mr. Rice would see the error of his ways and restore me to my position of honor by replacing my green card to the front of its pocket.

Despite my aggressive guilt-tripping tactics, Mr. Rice did not cave. I left that classroom feeling worse than I probably ever had. So bad in fact that as a grown man I still have clear enough visions of that day to write the above description. As childhood traumas go, this is not the stuff of a Dickens novel. That said, what it lacks in narrative punch it makes up for in revelation of character - you see, I'm not so different now from how I was in the first grade.

For whatever reason, I have a profound need to be good/right no matter the context. I constantly look to others for approval and validation. No semi-important decision is made without first consulting 10 friends, 4 strangers, and every how-to article to be found on the internet. But more important than being good/right is not being wrong/bad.

I know that if I just stopped caring about what others might think, and whether what I'm doing is correct, my acting would be much more alive. It would be more spontaneous, it would go places I didn't expect, and it might actually create a genuine unexpected emotional response. The thing is, I don't want to be bad, I don't want to be wrong. It terrifies me. So I play it safe, I make smart soulless acting choices. The work isn't great, but it isn't as bad as it could be, it's a warm puddle of mediocrity.

Very little great art occurs at the intersection of WantingToBeRight Road and TerrifiedOfBeingWrong Massive Fucking Highway. The solution seems simple enough, turn off the part of myself that needs to be good/not-wrong while performing and turn it back on after. The problem is, unless I strip it from myself part-and-parcel it will extend into my acting career as a whole. Bad actors who believe in themselves will be cast long before good actors plagued with self-doubt. The question I'm now asking myself is this:

Do I want this badly enough to work through the fear of being wrong? Or, do I want to stay safe and guarantee I'm never at risk of succeeding? In other words: Do I want to be an actor (and all that entails), or don't I?