Okay, so a record number of posts on that topic. So lets stay in the same vein. 1995 was a heckuva year for me as well, as it marked the year USM first took an ACTF show to the Kennedy Center - CATFISH MOON starring yours truly, Ben Craven (who's off getting laid somewhere as we speak) Canady Vance-Thomas (newly married!) and C. Glenn Matthews(who's probably never taken the time to come to our little site!) Our TD was frequent poster and BOONE vet Scott Mc. It was a hell of an experience. Weirdly enough (and many of you know this so bear with me) at the Region IV ACTF fest in Greensboro, NC that year was UK's version of LEND ME A TENOR (with Laurie Genet, and directed by Mike Freidman) and Christopher Newport U's THE FABLE (staring our own Rick St. Peter). When I came to work at BOONE for the first time in 96, Mike Freidman gave me endless shit about "keepin me from going to the Kennedy Center, you bastard!" and years later while having drinks at the Rosebud Laurie and I would also make the connection (with an almost unison "I KNEW I had seen you before!")... ditto with me and Rick at his welcome to Lex party at Russell and Mere's last year. Small friggin world, people... Anyhoo, that summer was intersting as well cause I did the Summer rep for the first time at USM (also w. Scott Mc, and the DIVA master, and too many others to mention...)
SOOO....what's your memories of the summer (or any other time, for that matter) of 1995? I daresay most of you were out of single digits by then...unless of course Dakota Fanning Googled herself recently and is lurking the boards... and also, if any of you were in said season of SAT or at siad ACTF fest, I'd love to hear your rememberances...
BTW- Fletch tied things up with the GOV'T CHEESE reference...so it's he and Nat neck and neck w. 6 big point, but we still have a ways to go to the BIG PRIZE!!!!! This one is definitely a 90's joint....
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raining in baltimore, counting crows.
oh my god...i can't believe i actually got one!
oh, and the album is august and everything after...ro something like that
i was a really stupid 19 year old who moved to chicago for the summer on $200 knowing only an ex boyfriend and his friends. i ended up having a wonderful summer (with the exception of getting attacked right at the end of the summer and having the crap beaten out of me) and got cast in a few plays but had to turn down the roles to go back to college. i also lived off of stolen bread for the entire summer (except when i went out on dates and was taken to diner)...how very jean valjean of me.
oh, and it was so hot that summer that cows were exploding in the midwest...i remember hearing that on the radio and finding it very funny.
married, didn't do a thing.
Counting Crows it is!! And one of my favorites by them, as well! Congrats , Synge. You're on the board!
I have a most memorable quote:
"Stand by for the Time Twist!"
--Scott O., stage manager for "Time and the Conways".
Fanny was a Sweet 16. Months, that is. I remember this summer (July specifically) well because Dakota's mother Miranda was going through postpartum depression. It didn't really surface until Koda was about a year old but we could all tell she was feeling pretty down. My uncle's at the time new wife's ex husband's mother-in-law (I know, I know) knew the Fannings from attending Conyers First Baptist Church and decided to have a pot-luck dinner at the Peachtree Gazebo in Conyers Park. Now let me tell you, this place was a DUMP. But it was rather inexpensive, and truthfully the people of Conyers hadn't been to much better unless they went up the highway to Roswell or even Hollis, Georgia. Hannah (my uncle's wife's ex-husband's mother-in-law) took up a collection and planned on giving Miranda a weekend getaway at a Spa in Athens, Georgia about 90 miles away. One, we were surprised to see she collected enough money to get her the spa package (a $450 tag! I think the church threw in a little money) and two, we didn't even THINK about what she would do with little Dakota. (I suggested she go and stay with her cousin Montana who lived a few miles away but her family were going to be in Austin on vacation.) But I'm getting ahead of myself. I was staying with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Sissy (no, really) and was invited to this pot-luck dinner. Well, everyone knows that the southern pot-luck dinner is the absolute shit, so I made it a point to be there if nothing for the food. When I got there I realized that there was nothing I could eat because everything was cooked with some kind of animal. Being a Veggie (since 1994) and trying to eat at a southern pot-luck dinner is like a broken pencil--pointless. Even the deserts were cooked with lard. Bacon bits in egg salad? Ham hock in the corn? Anyway, after safely eating from four different carefully selected and well researched jell-o mold salads it was announced that the gift was about to be presented. I got close to see her get this great $450 2 night stay at the Spa in Athens. It seemed like a really nice getaway for this poor woman who was feeling lost, even with a lovely daughter like Kota. Well, I sould smell trouble, literally. Miranda was trying to put up a strong front for everyone but we all knew she was fragile. Only I however, knew she was drunk. Not one of those sloppy kind of drunks, but one of those I'm-so-tired-I-could-fall-asleep-right-here-and-@$#%-you-if-you-got-a-problem-with-that kind of drunks. Only later did I realize she was also popping Diazopam to help her get to sleep. And apparently to get lit up too. And she was. Like an old Christmas tree. Suddenly she didn't want all these people around her prying into her private struggle. You've seen those moments on tv or in movies where people start saying really shitty things to the guests when they are drunk and everyone just stands around and listens--people shaking their heads and mumbling and everyone looks embarassed. Well, fictional dipictions of it give the real thing NO JUSTICE AT ALL!! You CAN'T BELIEVE it is really going on in front of your eyes and the fear of them catching your eye and reading you the drunken riot act is excruciatingly painful. But you want to stay to see what else that could say. She looked at me during one point in her rant and said, and I quote, "And who the *&@# are you? Some freeloader looking for free frood?" Yes, she said "free frood." I said, "No, I'm just here for the FOOD and the entertainment and neither seem to be any good." Well, I didn't really. But I wanted to. So she screamed and cried and blamed and cried and cussed (those Baptists sure like to swear) and finally threw-up behind the gazebo and passed out in Decon Hovis's car. She never went to that spa. And never did thank Hannah for all she did. When Kota was almost 4 Miranda got over her depression. It was then that she realized that Dakota wasn't a burden, but a moneybag with teeth and the rest is history. I tell this story to Dakota every so often to keep her grounded. It is good to remember where you came from.
Other than that 1995 pretty much sucked.
You really gotta switch to decaf, man!
Kota's mom sounds hot.
. White bronco chase...
WAY off on that, if you;re thinking OJ- that was 93,94 at the latest, dude.
ANd that FAR inferior piece of Theatre PLAYED DC BABY!!!!WHOO-HOOO!!!!! Bada BING!!!!!
oh skoehler! shit...i can't get away with anything can i?
no, the chicago hooters application and interview conducted entirely to my breasts was in '97.
and rick8, the birth of "yeah, thank you, buh-bye" will forever be a milestone in my memory...i even remember the year because it was when i was on tour.
This is the last you will be hearing from me.
Summer of 1995...hmmmm...uh..oh yeah...that would be the summer i was holed up in a high stress bank job so my husband could do plays, drink coffee with McElheney, Ben and Glen at the on campus coffee bar, play raquetball and basketball with buddies, and rack up points in some silly game called TAG.
We moved into "family" housing. In August...in Mississippi...where there was NO air conditioning. Thank god (literally) for the Mozingo Mafia who recognized we were too broke to buy a window unit an let us "borrow" their brand new one. People who take care of strangers are the real angels walking on earth in my opinion. That gesture taught me alot about not judging someone by their appearance or your first opinion.
I remember a debacle called Mary kay. Doesnt there mission statement warn against women who DONT wear makeup trying to SELL it??
I remember Friday Nights with you...Mulder and Sculley and Pembleton. Pulling out the sofa and eating chinese take out and watching those shows.
I remember the guy whose idea of foreplay was strumming his guitar and the 20 second orchestra of porn that followed.
JUST FOR THE RECORD!!!
That guy was not ME- he lived next door to us...every time he started playing that damn Goo Goo dolls song I knew we were in ofr it! (lol) NO WAY that woman got so excited in THAT SHORT of time!!!
FYI....My orchestra of porn lasts at least...twice that long :)
Hmm. Guitars with the orchestra would have been a nice combo.
1996. Twilight Zone year. The year just before I walked into a theatre. I think I was in a coma. I don't remember a damn...
No, wait. I remember. My wife had me grounded.
Yep. That explains it.
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