
So, let's see how this goes,
shall we?
To begin, after
spending the entire month of September dividing my time between learning lyrics
and working on my new manuscript, I finally did two shows with 90 To Nothing. They were both in October and both during
the second-to-last Halloween weekend of the legendary New Orleans haunted
attraction, The House of Shock. This
was to be the final year for this long-running show, which blends stage special
effects and theatrics with some of the most terrifying twists and turns that an
actual walk-through haunted house could have legally.
We played for the crowds
as they waited to get into the stage-show area, and it was yet another incredible
culmination of hard work and preparation. Everyone was pleased, and it was during this weekend that I
broke through any barriers that I might have cultivated with regard to my being
able to perform again in the capacity of lead vocalist. I know what it is that I do and do
well in the music scene of this city, dormant all along like so many other
things in this new and unfolding tale that is my life.
Then November saw the beginning
of rehearsals for the play. That's
right, I was in a play. Let me
explain.
But nothing could prepare
me for that November night when I first walked into Rivertown and met director Ricky Graham.
I had no idea that "the director" I'd been hearing so much
about would be this familiar face I'd seen for most of my adult life in
the entertainment section of The Times-Picayune,
alongside some of the greats of the New Orleans theatre scene. It was truly an honor to meet this man
and to, for all intents and purposes, work with him for as long as I did.
The cast and crew
welcomed the band as equals as Scott Frilot, Woody Dantagnan, Brian
Drawe and myself settled into the pit to begin the rehearsals for the British farce that
was to be Richard Bean's hilarious "One Man, Two Guvnors." And I knew immediately that this would be
an experience that I would never want to end, and night after night of rehearsals and actual performances did nothing to
lessen this emotion. I understand
now the feeling of absolute sadness that actors claim overcome them when a film
or television series wraps.

The rest of the cast included
my lifelong friend Gary Rucker alongside Erin
Cesna, P.J. McKinnie, Shelley Johnson Rucker, Lara Grice, Logan Faust, Michael
P. Sullivan, James Howard Wright, Matt Reed, Kyle Daigrepont and Joshua Talley.
So, let's review. So far since coming home I've been in a
short film directed by John Beyer called "Sis-Tours," joined 90 To Nothing as their new lead singer, got a request for a full manuscript from a
potential literary agent, and was featured (that's right, even the musician's names were printed in the
programs and on the lobby poster!) in a New Orleans theatre production. Whew.
Which brings us to the here
and now, where again I am that guy who has launched a blog, not updated it
as regularly as he would like due to a complete lack of personal assistance, and is now promising in his latest post to keep his website updated.
And so like I said only paragraphs
ago, let's see how this goes, shall we?