The reviews are in!
November 13, 2013 —
I’m going to go out on a limb here and write about something I rarely do in this column—me. I know it’s unusual and not at all in character to touch on personal issues in this forum, but I’m hoping, dear Reader, that you’ll indulge me. All kidding aside, a good deal of the past week has revolved around my doing something quite different and risky, pushing boundaries far outside of my comfort zone, and I’m thankful that I managed to escape (for the most part) unscathed.
For years, I have been urged to put my big toe back into the frigid waters of “performing” (something I did professionally as a youngster), but I’ve been loath to do so, especially having spent the last few decades offering up my “humble opinion” of actors, singers and artists, and the vision of rotten tomatoes being flung in my general direction has kept me at bay. That said, show business is a risky business, and feeling fairly safe, tucked away here in the Upper Delaware River Valley among friends, I decided to take the plunge. “After all,” I decided, bouncing some ideas around with the dog, “what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like anyone will be reviewing me.”
Having less than no desire to hit the stage in a play, or a musical, at this stage in the game, I decided that my strength (or lack thereof) remains in storytelling, so I timidly approached Patti Devine about doing just that—an afternoon of sharing personal stories—at her place (www.cafedevine.com) in Callicoon, NY. To my surprise, Patti readily agreed to host my “little experiment,” and before I knew it (and with little preparation) the dreaded day arrived. Sure, I had scribbled some notes and (with the help of The River Reporter’s graphics guru Amanda Reed) put together a poster, a program and an ad, but still I was pretty unsteady as I took my seat in front of what turned out to be a crowd, cleared my throat and began to speak.