And so it begins..

My Upcoming Romp Through The City!

So, I got pretty regular about this whole blogging thing for a while, then dumped it by the wayside as Brighton Beach, School, and other things began to cloud my vast intellect (Har Har). But seeing as how I'm about to embark on a two week journey that could very well change my life, I think it's a good time to start up again. Why? You ask yourself. Why would Ben think of us little people in the midst of this life-altering adventure? Oh, I'll feed you baby birds.

No journey worth undertaking is one you do alone. Take the Fellowship of the Ring, or Lost in Space, or any crappy SyFy movie; You need companions to make the journey more bareable and to keep your head on straight when it's spinning in circles. I hope that you, my reader, whomever you may me (most likely mom and dad, the only ones who love me enough to bother reading this garbage) will cast in your lot with me and enjoy the head trip that these next two weeks will be. There's sure to be adventure, improvise, magic, and if I'm lucky, I might just learn a thing or two about what it takes to become a working actor.

Catherine Fitzmaurice

Ah, the Grand Pubah herself! Catherine is the founder of one of the three major schools of thought on vocal performance in the entire world (Wikipedia her!). She teaches all over the world, and is teaching a 5 day intensive workshop in the City along with her fellow master teachers. Think of her as Yoda, supreme presiding wisdom over the Jedi council. She has gathered about her hand picked experts, teachers of the highest caliber each with their own specialty. These make up her Jedi council, masters of her way (The esteemed Joey Bates is one such master). I am one of the young boys you see in Episode one, barely old enough to walk, let alone master the force. Joey is my Qui-Gon, plucking me from rural obscurity to seat me before the masters and be trained in the art of breathing and vocal performance. Cool stuff, and it will be 5 days that will knead me into dough in the hopes that I can withstand the fire and become bread (Credit for the Star Wars analogy goes to John Tourtellote).

Sleep

I love it. And in the coming weeks, I probably won't get nearly enough of it. However, I can make sure I get plenty tonight, so farewell my chick-a-dees, I will write again tomorrow after I've arrived in Joel's matchbox!