New York

May 29, 2008

Baby Death Gets a Burger

N36407889_32210467_8443 When standing in line for a burger at Shake Shack (the Madison Square Park staple) there is little to do but listen to your stomach.  Each step forward through the course of an hour (which is a typical wait time) finds conversation dwindling, as salivation overtakes social grace.  That is exactly where I found myself yesterday evening, as Lauren, Michael and I decided to treat ourselves to a late night burger and shake. 

Just as we were about to board the subway I decided that the light outside was too good for me to forgo taking pictures, so I ran back to my apartment and grabbed my camera case.  Not only were we coming up with creative children's book titles ("Baby Death Gets a Burger," the first in a new "Curious George"-like adventure series featuring a baby grim reaper doing grownup activities), but we also managed to turn the park into an episode of "America's Next Top Model."  Damn these gorgeous people!


 

(This was one of my first time taking close portraits as well!  Very fun, but also challenging.) 

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(Dreaming of burgers and shakes...and Baby Death.)

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("But I want an Oompa-Loompa a burger now!")

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("Never mind, I want to shoot a Gossip Girl ad.")

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("Do you think the people care that we're repeatedly using a flash while standing in line?")

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("Just wait until they check out Ranting Details, then they'll wish we had taken MORE!")

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("True.  They'll see I can sing my ass off AND do American Apparel ads.")

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("Whatever happened to Matt?!")

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("I'm EATING MY BURGER!!!!")

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("We ate so fast that we turned into fuzzy blobs!")

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("Oh, nevermind.  We're still giving it. But what about Lauren?")

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("Oh, she's giving "Sex and the City" poster for us.")

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("I certainly am.")

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("But now it's time to go home and collapse."  It's hard for them to eat burgers AND be beautiful.)

May 24, 2008

You Know You're In New York...

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(You know you're in New York when you walk out of your apartment and see this on your way to the subway.)
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(You REALLY know you're in New York when you are on your way to brunch the day after spotting the feathered woman above and you see this walking down the street.)

May 20, 2008

You Know You're in NEW YORK When...

Uh-oh!  The famous "You Know You're In..." series just dropped into NYC!
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(You know you're in New York when THIS is the "bargain" bin.)

April 11, 2008

Tell Me A Story: Irish Jig Edition

New Yorkers know that yesterday was perfect.  We're talking 70 degrees, no humidity, beginning of spring perfection that only pops its head in for a few brief weeks before the unbearable summer heat hits.  It was the type of weather that gives you a personal phone call to step outside and abandon all your other plans...which is exactly what I did. 

Armed with an iced chai and my "Elements of Journalism" book that I'm reading for my latest college course, I headed to Washington Square Park yesterday with the intention of getting some reading done in the welcoming sun.  Either NYU decided to cancel classes, or everyone decided the weather was reason enough to skip them, because the park was packed.  I found a spot along a fence and began reading.  It was only moments before a trio of musicians caught my attention and it was all downhill from there. 

It was the type of experience that makes me feel lucky to be a New Yorker.  Their talent was evident from the moment they started playing.  Typically jaded New Yorkers stopped, and stayed for a few minutes, to listen to the trio play their folky Irish jam session.   It wasn't long before I realized that my chai wasn't capable of taking hi-res photos, so I ran home and grabbed my camera.  Here are the results.  The first in a new series called "Tell Me A Story." 

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Womanoverit           

April 07, 2008

RANTING DETAILS INTERVIEW: Nick Blaemire

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Most performers move to New York and pound the pavement for a while in hopes of landing a job.  They set their sights on a dream and work their whole lives to get there.  With the demands inherent in the arts, it’s rare to find someone with the passion and determination to succeed in more than one area; but Nick Blaemire isn’t just “someone.” 

At 23 years old, the recent graduate of the University of Michigan, is busy in previews right now preparing to make his Broadway debut in the new John Waters musical Cry Baby.  Then, two weeks later, he’ll make another Broadway debut…as the composer of the new musical Glory Days.

I sat down with Blaemire a few weeks ago to make sure his head hadn’t spun off from the excitement pick his brain about what it’s like to make your Broadway debut…twice in one month. 

Can you talk a little bit about the origins of Glory Days?

Welll Matt (in my best important voice), I started writing Glory Days when I was 18, after I went through an experience with my three best friends from high school that was really life changing. I hadn’t really written much of anything at that point, but I loved musicals so much.  This period of in my life felt so important, and had so little written about that I just thought I’d try being the one to find a way to talk about it as accurately as I could through music.

Five years later, I’m still trying, but I’ve had some amazing help from my high school buddy (and book writer) James Gardiner, and our incredible director Eric Schaeffer.  He took the show under his wing three years ago, and has been helping us cultivate it ever since. The show used to be something I was really embarrassed by, that I didn’t really think was very good, but I always knew there was a reason I started it, and I’m so glad I didn’t stop working on it just because we didn’t know how to make the technical stuff around the heart work yet.

What initially drew you into writing musicals? Did it start during your time at University of Michigan?

I grew up on musicals (as I imagine most writers and performers in this community say) listening to my mom and dad's copies of Phantom and Les Mis and being overwhelmed by the grandeur and emotion of them. 

But the stuff I really listened to the most when I was growing up was my dad's rock music - The Beatles, Bruce Springsteen and Crosby, Stills, Nash ‘n Young were kind of my childhood.  So when I realized I wanted to write musicals, I decided that my way would be to combine those two worlds, and prove that any situation, no matter how naturalistic, could sing.

My writing partner and I call what we want to do "kitchen sink musicals" - they don’t have helicopters, but are still emotionally viable.  I kind of got that idea from being around musicals so much in high school, and loving them but not really connecting with much besides Rent, which completely changed my life when I heard it in 7th grade. 

When I got to U of M, my interest in writing only grew.  A big reason was because a student production company there called “Basement Arts” let me produce Glory Days (in an early, embarrassing form, when it was titled ASS BACKWARDS) for 3 nights.   It totally re-infected me with the idea that I could write AND perform, and that was what was going make me happy.

What songwriters are your most significant influences?

As I said before, rock music is a huge inspiration to me - but especially writers from this generation like John Mayer and Jason Mraz are doing things that give me so much hope for what’s possible to create under the umbrella of "pop music."

In terms of musical theatre, the one and only Stephen Sondheim is a pretty amazing teacher just by way of listening to his shows.  There are a ton of other musical theatre composers I really admire - but another huge inspiration in my life are my friends who also write music: Benj Pasek, Brian Mazzaferri, Zia Hassan, Danica Dora and Theo Klose, just to name a few.  They INCREDIBLE talents who constantly influence the way I think about writing music.   It's the best feeling in the world to be most inspired by the people who are closest to you; it’s definitely true for me these days.

What performers are your most significant influences?

Edward Norton, Matt Damon, Norbert Leo Butz, Brian d'arcy James, Tom Hanks - guys who seem like good guys, who have discretion in the stuff they choose to work on, and who give their all to it.   Again, I could name a million people my age who inspire me in that same way - it's really hard to be young and make an impression in this city.  So many of my buddies are out there doing just that, and it's so inspiring.

What were you out of town experiences like with "Cry Baby," and "Glory Days?"

They were both dreams.  I’d never been out of town with a show before Cry Baby, and literally the day I finished the run I went into rehearsals for Glory Days in DC;  it was kind of the perfect crash course. 

Cry Baby tried out at the La Jolla Playhouse in California, which is one of the most gorgeous, luxurious towns in America; it was like vacation. I actually spent most of my time there working on Glory Days, but when I wasn’t working there were palm trees and 80-degree weather to reap the benefits of.   Not to mention a really fantastic group of people working at one of the most technically advanced, prestigious regional theatres in the country on a new John Waters musical! Like I said, a dream.

We changed a lot out of town with Cry Baby and it made me realize how much you can’t have an ego about your work as a writer - that you have to let stuff go if it’s not working - and that was a great lesson to bring with me to DC. 

We did our Glory Days tryout at the Signature Theatre, where our director Eric is Artistic Director.  It was like a Frat house - 8 guys and 1 girl in a room just telling poo jokes, laughing so hard every day, and learning so much about each other. And in the process putting together a better version of the show than I ever could have dreamed existed.  It was the most fulfilling few months of my life.

How will you juggle performing eight shows a week in Cry Baby, with readying Glory Days for its Broadway bow?

Oh it's going to be awesome!   The people at Cry Baby are being so wonderfully accommodating to let me even TRY doing both, since I am most definitely under contract with them first.  Basically I’ll be at Cry Baby (since we're in previews) from 1-5 every day for rehearsal, and then at the shows at night, and then working on Glory Days every other minute of the day that I’m not sleeping.

It’s going to be a lot, yea, but I’m 23 and its the freaking chance of a lifetime so I’m not gonna let being "tired" get in the way.  The double duty time only really criss-crosses for a month, so it's probably just gonna be the coolest, most ridiculous month of my life.  I can’t believe I’m getting a chance to do this.

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(A little signage at the Broadway home for Glory Days.)

Have there been any significant changes to the material since the DC premiere of Glory Days?

There probably won’t be a lot of huge things changed in between DC and when we open  up here.  Mainly because the show is what it is: it's a small story with big themes, and we could keep tweaking it until we're blue in the face but that kind of editing could compromise the chemistry that our incredible four actors have found with each other.   That is the most important element of the show - much more important than us being clever or figuring out the most intelligent rhymes.  So we're being really careful.

I’m rewriting one song and there will be small tweaks, but we were really proud of the show in DC, and are really proud to bring that production to NY, and see if this town can relate to it.

What type of changes will the Glory Days undergo to play in such an atypical theater as Circle in the Square?

As of now, the plan is to transplant the set and lighting design from the DC production straight to Circle, and thankfully, it sounds like its going to fit in there perfectly!   The show was directed in a thrust configuration and that's exactly what Circle is, so it really couldn’t be more perfect for that space.  I can’t wait to be in there and see it - its such a dream come true.

How many times a day do you pinch yourself?

1,000,000,000 times a day!  Pretty much anytime anyone says anything about it. This is the biggest, greatest surprise I could have ever imagined, and I never expected it in a million years - so right now it's just about trying to prepare myself for whatever's to come.   But as I do, I keep pinching myself because I GET to prepare for THIS.   I would never let myself dream this big, and now that it's coming true, all I can do is pinch…and go to the theatre, I guess.

SEE NICK IN CRY BABY NOW!!!

BUY YOUR TICKETS FOR GLORY DAYS NOW!!!

December 22, 2007

Picture(s) of the Day: 12/22/07

I spent a lot of time in Times Square the week leading up to my departure.  While it's possibly the most despised neighborhood in New York, I find that I have a new love for it with my camera attached to my face.  Instead of running through the tourists like a convict escaped from prison, I waddled along with them and stopped to admire the neon glow emanating from the billboards.  Here are a few shots that I ended up with. 
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(Just another day walking down the street.)
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(I find filmmaking to be one of the most fascinating things to witness.  This man doesn't seem to share the same opinion as the crew sets up for a shot.)

December 21, 2007

Just Play It Cool Boy

Michelle A few days ago, while I fought through snot and emotions leading up to my departure to the arctic, I got a phone call from my friend Michelle Dorrance with a very special offer.  Last month Michelle became a full time member of "Stomp," and Tuesday afternoon she was merging with my favorite show Rock 'n' Roll "Xanadu" for the 19th Annual Gypsy of the Year Competition.  After months of fundraising for Broadway Cares Equity Fights Aids, all the shows gather together each year to put on an afternoon of skits, musical numbers, and over dramatic lyrical dances, all in the name of this incredible cause. 

I've always watched these events from afar, through photos and accounts of other theater goers on websites, but despite my cold I was ecstatic at the opportunity to sit in the audience.  The proceedings were hosted by none other than "Xanadu"'s reining goddesses Mary Testa and Jackie Hoffman, who were hindered by the addition of Bob Sagat.  The ladies elicited a barrage of laughter from the audience (mostly industry insiders) while Sagat proceeded to bring things down with his low-brow, and quite frankly, unfunny comedy schtick. 

Regardless of Danny Tanner's hindrance of the hosting duties, they were not the reason anyone was there.  Several shows (notably "Mamma Mia," "The Ritz," "Legally Blonde," and "The Color Purple") pulled out hilarious (and in the case of "Purple," dramatic) musical numbers spoofing various events in the theater world.  Despite their efforts, nothing could even come close to touching the main attraction of the afternoon: a reunion of the surviving members of the original Broadway company of "West Side Story." 

Only a day earlier, I had discussed the brilliance of this show with friends of mine, and suddenly there I was watching theater history.  To say that it was chill inducing, emotional, mesmerizing, touching, or mind-blowing are all vast understatements.  Being the sneaky blogger that I am (and seeing as everyone else around me with cameras noticed that this was an event not to go undocumented) I filmed the "West Side" sequence in its entirety.

Chita Rivera continues to amaze me.  The amount of energy and passion she brings to her sections rivals that of the dancers surrounding her who must be almost 50 years younger.  (A fun tidbit: the dancer standing directly to Rivera's left during the Mambo section is her daughter.) 

Before the show I had the chance to go backstage with Michelle.  We waded through a sea of jazz-pants wearing, vocalizing, splitting, and twirling dancers before arriving at none other than Annie Golden.  For those of you not aware of Golden, she's a fantastic singer who was discovered at CBGB's in the 70's before going on to star in "Hair," "The Full Monty," and most currently as an understudy in "Xanadu."  In addition to those wonderful credits, she did a TV show with my dad years ago while we lived in L.A.

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(LOVE IT.)

Michelle introduced me to her, and I had a vague recollection of my dad's association with her, so I figured I would give it a try.  The moment I mentioned my father's name, her eyes lit up and she launched into a recollection of his "big beautiful curly hair," and the fact that he was "moving his family to somewhere like Montana."  My jaw dropped to the floor as she continued to get a kick out of the bizarre connection.   She's such a vivid character and a warm presence that I wanted to spend more time around.  In addition to her glorious singing voice (she starts off the "Stompadu" video below) she speaks in a kewpie doll meets 10-packs of cigarettes rasp that is endearing.  While  I can't quite explain the reasoning behind the Stomp/Xanadu merger, I'm not complaining.  Check it out for yourself below. 

December 18, 2007

Goodbye New York

N126927_33628958_2641 (With Blaine and Marcelo saying goodbye for a few months.)

Setbacks are frustrating, whether they are professional, romantic, mental, or physical.  Over the past eight months I seem to have encountered just about every kind of setback there is.  With the recent addition of a horrible cold into the blender of my life, I’m confined to my apartment for what were to be my last triumphant days in New York until Spring. 

The past week has been extremely emotional for me.  As my departure to Montana draws nearer and nearer, there is no doubt that I am a little bit in denial about it.  While my friends assure me that it is just the type of thing I need right now, I am scared for a variety of reasons. 

Most pressing of those reasons is my health.  After eight months of trying almost everything except drinking my own urine (urine was the answer to every ailment to one of my Russian teachers in high school) I seem to be inching, rather than leaping along to full health.  Over the past two weeks, I was bouncing around more than ever and reveling in the fact that people were taking note of my improved spirits.  But every time someone noted the improvements, I heard silent thunder echoing in my brain.  What I’m starting to learn, as I ride the ups and downs of my illness, is that I always have an impending sense of doom.  I have started to live a bit in fear that for every good day I have, there will be a horrible day in the near future.  So far, I’ve been right. 

Even as I type this, I can logically say to myself that this is no way to live.  People in peak health have ups and downs.  To have every day bring constant sunshine and singing birds would become nauseating in its own right.  Yet, after eight months of fighting a sickness that still lingers, I have adopted this negative mindset, much to my dismay. 

With the arrival of my Dance Spirit article, I am elated to finally have a (fairly) definitive and concise account of my battle.  All of the friends who have stood in front of me, bewildered by my seemingly healthy self, will begin to have a sense of what has gone on beneath the surface. 

When I started writing the article, and working on different drafts, my editor and I joked that by the time the issue hit newsstands I would be living a normal life again.  Unfortunately, that isn’t the case.  If I were healthy, I wouldn’t be surrounded by two large bags and piles of books that I’m transporting to Montana tomorrow. 

I haven’t lived at home with my parents for more than a month since I was thirteen.  Suddenly I’m dependent on them monetarily, and leaning on them more emotionally than I wish to be at twenty-one.  Again, I’m able to see the foolishness of the words I type.  Parents are there for you to lean on and I’m fortunate to have fantastic parents that can support me through this difficult time.  Yet after years of working towards financial and emotional independence, it’s jarring to know that I need them more than ever. 

It will be nice to spend time with my family and a variety of friends who I haven’t seen much since jetting off to boarding school at thirteen.  I’m looking forward to working on photography, writing, and perhaps I’ll even start breeding dogs, or capturing leprechauns; there are so many possibilities.  Whatever I’m doing in Montana, there will always be the fact that my friends in New York are continuing on their own journeys.  The other night I had to say goodbye to Marcelo, Jackie, Blaine and David which was harder than I imagined.  Walking home through the wind as snow attacked my face, I noticed how much my inner mood matched the outer tumultuous night air.  Let’s hope that my mood and health will match the spring flowers upon my return to New York in March.

HERE IS AN ARTICLE THE MISSOULA PAPER DID ABOUT ME LAST WEEK:
A Bittersweet Homecoming

December 17, 2007

Oh, Blog

Img_5066 I've been a bit consumed over the past few days with these two sassy boys to your left.  After a brief trip to Ann Arbor last week, the lovely Michael and Max have blessed me with their presence in NYC this week.  Due to roaming around the LES with the boys, going to see some shows, writing final papers for class, and most unfortunately, catching a horrible cold/flu (on top of my friend Eppy) I'm having a bit of blog delay at the moment.  There's much to catch up on...most importantly sleep.  It's 8:30 which for this sick boy means bedtime.  Sorry!

December 11, 2007

Piss Palace

1211071915 Times Square just got a whole lot worse.  The tourist magnet, and neon explosion of a neighborhood, always seems to reach critical mass on the annoyance scale when the holiday season begins.  People stumble around the streets, flocking to the enormous Toys R Us, or gorging on cheese biscuits at Red Lobster with the enormous rotating crustacean out front.  Now there is an enormous bathroom to go along with all the rest of the giganticness.  No, I’m not speaking of the MTA Subway System, I’m referring to the second annual Charmin Bathroom.

I’ve always known Times Square was one of the worst neighborhoods to kill a few hours in, but tonight as I waited to see “Rock-N-Roll,” my patience was tested to its limits.  I took the scenic tour of Virgin Megastore, complete with music that pumped so ferociously through the loud speakers I reached senior citizen levels of noise irritability.  Then it was off to Toys-R-Us, where I admired the Playmobil and longed for simpler times.  A quick check at the newsstand led to the discovery that while it’s on its way, my first time in print has not yet arrived.  Suddenly, I realized I needed to pee.  Then across the street, glowing like a beacon of hope, was the recently erected Charmin Bathroom Building. 

Now, without getting into how bizarre it is that they even have this place, let me say that I knew I was in for disaster from the beginning.  Like most other businesses in Times Square, the folks at Charmin delegated one unfortunate soul to be a heckler of sorts for the toilet paper empire.  There he stood, banging away on a Charmin bullhorn with a drumstick, like a toddler reenacting “Stomp” in the middle of the street.

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A quick ride up the escalator led me to the weaving rows of crowd control that made me wish I was getting on “It’s a Small World” at Disney land, rather than just going to the bathroom.  That ride would have been a godsend compared to the annoying jingles pumping through the speaker system.  On top of pre-recorded music, there were television screens with dancing bears, and an assortment of helpers (aka bathroom cleaners) decked out in Charmin gear.  One even had a microphone with which he screamed out the number of bathroom you were to go to, and asked you to “Drop it like it’s hot,” or my personal favorite, “Ready, set, pee.”  I wish I were kidding. 

While the jingle blasting through the speakers urged people to “Cha-cha-cha-charmin,” I’d prefer to “Sha-sha-sha-shotgun.”  As in give me one.  Now.   

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