In olden days a glimpse of stocking...
Dec. 2nd, 2005 12:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceebeegeeYesterday was sort of crazy--I have a shoot this weekend, currently scheduled for Sunday, and we had a meeting about it at this cafe down in the East '20s. When I left for work I was wearing an orange top, the one that shows off my navel piercing, plus chocolate brown suede pants, but then I thought I should be a little less conservative since I was going to a jazz club later. After work I raced home and changed into my crumbled black top with the black maribou trim, and crumpled black velvet pants, plus my purple pointy pumps. And I put my hair up and anchored it with bobby pins (that's a good look, I have to remember to wear it that way more often), and accessorized with a gold hearts bracelet and gold heart earrings. It's like a Les Miz song, "Gold and Black." Gold--the color of aspire....black, the color of Astaire! The shoot is for this short film, non-sync, that's really damn depressing, about how just when you think everything's perfect, your kid runs out into the street and gets killed. I play the female half of the young couple in the car that ends up hitting the kid. The director is a Norwegian young woman named Katie who has no accent whatsoever (maybe on one or two words), who won a film festival and was offered a year's scholarship or something at the SVA. We met at this cafe right across the corner from the SVA, called Push--they had drink and wine and food and it was all very cheap and delicious. And they had live jazz!--a combo was playing in the front when I came in, and they have open mike nights every week. I will have to go back to this place--I ordered this triple-cheese puff pastry with sesame seeds that was amazing. And not expensive!
Katie and I talked about the shoot--she's worried about the weather, which is forecast to be crapola (rain/snow). She was thinking about changing the shoot date for the exteriors, but it was too difficult to get a crew for another day, so we're sticking with Sunday. While we were talking my phone rang--when I checked my voice mail, I found out I'd been called back for Anything Goes at DeBaun. This makes me happy--Clara happy--because I did NOT have a great audition. It was on Tuesday, and I was very, very nervous for some reason. I sang "Embraceable You" and then kind of messed up "Blow Gabriel Blow." I'm sure I didn't sound awful--I have too much training for that, but I'm better than that, and I never really "felt" either of the songs. I made up for it slightly with the dance, although I discovered--surprise!--one of my tap shoes are missing a buckle, so I couldn't tap. Luckily I brought regular black characters as well. They taught us a simple but long-ish dance combination which I served up with appropriate cheese. I had put down on the form I was auditioning for Reno but would accept Erma or Hope. Naturally they called me back for Hope--thin, pale-skinned WASP with long straight blonde hair playing a debutante? What were they thinking? ;)
After the meeting, I went downtown to the Zinc Bar to hear my cousin play. The Zinc Bar is on the southern edge of the Village, and is this tiny den of Beat iniquity and coolness. Tiny bar space and a slightly bigger performance space, with this wonderful red damask wallpaper that I'm sure hasn't been changed since at least the '50s. I found my uncle at the bar and squeezed onto a stool and after awhile Colin came out. He WAILED. He's an amazing musician--I was so impressed. I didn't know this but he's also a keyboardist and went back and forth between the two instruments. Just unbelievable. Between sets he came out and talked with me and his dad, and I met the other band members, two of who are twin sons of a famous jazz musician, Jaco Pastorius. The sons, Julius and Felix, had visited my old apartment the last time Colin visited me, and they were asking me if I liked my new apartment. Remember the size of that apartment, and imagine a 6-foot-plus Colin in it, plus his sax, plus two other musicians in it with their instruments, trying to jam. They were draped across the stairs. The manager was also hitting on me quite a bit--he was an interesting package as he had what looked like Hawaiian features, but he was also dark-skinned (part-black?) AND francophone with a French name. The whole thing was very interesting. He kept trying to ask me out and I said "If you keep hiring my cousin, I will come back here." I totally whored myself out for my cousin! What else is family for?
Katie and I talked about the shoot--she's worried about the weather, which is forecast to be crapola (rain/snow). She was thinking about changing the shoot date for the exteriors, but it was too difficult to get a crew for another day, so we're sticking with Sunday. While we were talking my phone rang--when I checked my voice mail, I found out I'd been called back for Anything Goes at DeBaun. This makes me happy--Clara happy--because I did NOT have a great audition. It was on Tuesday, and I was very, very nervous for some reason. I sang "Embraceable You" and then kind of messed up "Blow Gabriel Blow." I'm sure I didn't sound awful--I have too much training for that, but I'm better than that, and I never really "felt" either of the songs. I made up for it slightly with the dance, although I discovered--surprise!--one of my tap shoes are missing a buckle, so I couldn't tap. Luckily I brought regular black characters as well. They taught us a simple but long-ish dance combination which I served up with appropriate cheese. I had put down on the form I was auditioning for Reno but would accept Erma or Hope. Naturally they called me back for Hope--thin, pale-skinned WASP with long straight blonde hair playing a debutante? What were they thinking? ;)
After the meeting, I went downtown to the Zinc Bar to hear my cousin play. The Zinc Bar is on the southern edge of the Village, and is this tiny den of Beat iniquity and coolness. Tiny bar space and a slightly bigger performance space, with this wonderful red damask wallpaper that I'm sure hasn't been changed since at least the '50s. I found my uncle at the bar and squeezed onto a stool and after awhile Colin came out. He WAILED. He's an amazing musician--I was so impressed. I didn't know this but he's also a keyboardist and went back and forth between the two instruments. Just unbelievable. Between sets he came out and talked with me and his dad, and I met the other band members, two of who are twin sons of a famous jazz musician, Jaco Pastorius. The sons, Julius and Felix, had visited my old apartment the last time Colin visited me, and they were asking me if I liked my new apartment. Remember the size of that apartment, and imagine a 6-foot-plus Colin in it, plus his sax, plus two other musicians in it with their instruments, trying to jam. They were draped across the stairs. The manager was also hitting on me quite a bit--he was an interesting package as he had what looked like Hawaiian features, but he was also dark-skinned (part-black?) AND francophone with a French name. The whole thing was very interesting. He kept trying to ask me out and I said "If you keep hiring my cousin, I will come back here." I totally whored myself out for my cousin! What else is family for?
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