We offer you an issue filled with many points of view and from across the generations—with Michael Miller and me holding up the more senior perspectives. (Though it doesn’t seem to come with any accompanying serenity which I could swear was promised when I was younger. I can’t speak for Michael but I’m still...
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THE EARLE R. GISTER MEMORIAL CELEBRATION was held on April 2nd. A filmed recording of the event is presented here for those who could not attend. The order of speakers: Walker Jones, J Michael Miller, Laila Robins, James Bundy, Dan Cooney, Carey Gister (Earle’s eldest son). Photo montage by Kimberly Ross Leonard, Sandy Robbins,...
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About five years ago, Anne Cattaneo invited me to join an interesting group of actors, directors, designers and playwrights to discuss the trends and nature of theatre production today. Anne is the brilliant dramaturge at the Lincoln Center Theater Company. She and I had been talking about a trend we had noticed off-off Broadway...
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In this issue, we have asked that sterling actor Michael Potts to be a guest author of Michael Miller’s Ongoing Concerns column. This feels fitting as Michael Potts’s ongoing concern arose out of a lunch he shared with Michael Miller. And since the two of them were so very much on the same page,...
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(Or: My Continuing Juggle/Struggle to Act and Teach Professionally/Simultaneously)by Peter Jay Fernandez This column is a personal examination of the joys and frustrations of a middle-aged actor teaching part time in an MFA professional training program in NYC and attempting to maintain an active acting career. February 15, 2012: As I check the class...
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March 2012 It’s opening night For the past two and a half weeks I’ve taken leave of my teaching job in order to rehearse “Boeing-Boeing” at one of the professional theatres in the city. I teach in a mid-sized liberal arts university theatre program that specializes in training musical theatre “triple-threat” performers in Edmonton,...
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It’s been almost three months since I last wrote, and it seems only fitting that I pick up the proverbial pen (Macbook) while riding the bus through Ohio and on into Canada. The bus has become more than a second home but less than a first home. What it is in fact is a...
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I had a boss who used to tell me I was passionless. Regularly. She was mean (if only to the help, but I was one of the help) and she was also inaccurate—about me, at any rate. I am riddled with passion, though, like many a WASP from Buffalo before me, I appreciate its...
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