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Life in a Northern Virginia suburb of Washington, D.C. B.M.A.T.C., and Etruscan typewriter erasers. Blogged by David Gorsline.
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Leta gets a paragraph all to herself in Michael Toscano's notice of her show, I Never Sang for My Father.
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If I had the time and money to devote, here are the classes I would take to help me become a better actor:
- Voice and breath support: I still need help developing power and volume, though I think I'm getting better at it. My voice sometimes gets lost in the CenterStage theater, especially when I'm positioned upstage.
- At the Studio Theatre's school, there is a class called Character and Emotion, known more informally as Crying on Cue.
- Working with a mask: how can you convey character without words, without your eyes?
- Shakespeare, a lifelong study.
- Anything that improves my awareness of what I'm doing with my body, and that opens up new possibilities. I'm tall, and naturally head-centered, so I have an unfortunate tendency to hunch over on stage, like Snoopy's vulture persona.
Dialects and vocal qualities I do okay with: I have a couple passable American Southerns, a Cockney, and a British RP (BBC English). What I don't do well are Celtics and Brooklyn.
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8:19:03 AM
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Today is National Chili Day, at least at Hard Times. Get a free bowl with purchase.
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7:48:50 AM
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