Happy 2016. I just need to post my logos for technical reasons. Thanks to the lovely and talented Suzanne Cadgene for embroidering this for me. She’s the publisher of Elmore Magazine, btw.
I need to bring you up to date. I’ve started a new blog, as you can see, to support my new book about my experience teaching at 25 Manhattan high schools last year. That’s right: 25 in one year!
Meanwhile, as to the dream: Living it:). I’m spending much of my time in the little house in the Catskills, have bought a beautiful American Quarter Horse named Sophie and am writing my book.
My one woman musical comedy “Relative Pitch”* was produced last Feb Off Broadway at The Cherry Lane Theatre in their Mentor Project and …I’m writing what I hope will be a very entertaining book, also called “Yo Miz.”
It’s really a beautiful thang when you get to realize your dreams. Yes, I have more dreams but they are built on the one I’m already living. Wanna know what they are?
Yo Miz (the blog) takes off…thousands sign up to follow…great discussions ensue
Yo Miz (the book) gets published and becomes a best seller
We make a movie about the story
I become The Daily Show’s Senior Senior Correspondent
Sophie, my horse, succeeds in training me
I write more songs, make more music videos, keep playing and stay open to new opportunities.
Most of all, I hope all this seemingly self centered drivel propels my readers to take the next step toward living your dreams. I live to serve.
Please go to “Yo Miz” (the blog) sign up to “follow via email” …tell yer friends and I’ll keep you posted.
*aka “If U Want Me, U Can Have Me, Right Now!!”
…so I’m just saying, that the dream lives and you’re invited:
“If U Want Me, U Can Have Me, Right NOW!!”
Dec 12, The Lenox Hill Neighborhood House’s
“Second Sundays” concert series
331 East 70 Street, NYC 10021
2pm, $5 donation
Good and wholesome fun with a bad word.
Oh- got a nice review for our Incoming Tide Festival performance in September:
Dream…listen…breathe… let it soar!
Groove on this….
“Faith, absolute dogmatic faith, is the only law of success. When we recognize the fact that [a person] carries his success or his failure with him, and that it does not depend upon outside conditions, we will come into the possession of powers that will quickly change outside conditions in to agencies that make for success. When we come into this higher realization and bring our lives into complete harmony with the higher laws, we will then be able so to focus and direct the awakened interior forces, that they will go out and return laden with that for which they are sent. We will then be great enough to attract success, and it will not always be apparently just a little ways ahead. We can then establish in ourselves a centre so strong that instead of running hither and thither for this or that, we can stay at home and draw to us the conditions we desire. If we firmly establish and hold on to this center, things will seem continually to come our way.”
Ralph Waldo Trine’s “In Tune With The Infinite” (Bobbs Merrill) 1897.
Sunday morning. My iPhone is chiming a new message. I should check it. There’s a pile of papers on top of my desk. I should sort it. I need a new spreadsheet. I should do that spreadsheet. There’s dust under my table. I should pick it up. A depressive I know leaves me a message.. I should return it… I need to raise 25K to produce my show as an Equity showcase in the fall….whaa???
The “should’s” are hitting me. They’re being pitched at me like I’m a target in a batting cage. Without a bat. One by one, they’re smacking up against me. Ouch! That one hurt. Gotta get out of this cage. Now I feel like my body is slowly being crushed in a Should Compactor. It’s Sunday, for Gawd’s sake. A day of rest, renewal, respite. Instead the “should’s” are smacking me.
Waitaminute! I know what’s going on. It’s that Elizabeth Rose Monster, who’s living in my head, rent free. She’s pitching those “should’s” at me. Clever monster. She’s invented her own Should Generator.
Every time I take an action in the direction of fulfilling my dream, she pitches another “should” at my head. To distract me from my healthy focus. She likes to play to my fears.
“If you don’t do what you should, you won’t have anything, you’ll never have anything and you’ll die without leaving anything of value behind you. You should hurry up. That’s not fast enough. Not good enough. You should do better. You’ll never realize your DREAMS.”
“Hahahaha – who do you think you are to live your dream life? You should get a pedicure. You’ll never have your dream. Your toenail polish is peeling.”
I SAID SHUT UP!!!!
OK. She’s quiet for a minute. She doesn’t like getting this kind of exposure. She hates cyberspace. It’s too revealing. She much prefers haunting the innards of my blood brain barrier. I think she’s cowering in the pit just below the hypothalamus.
Let her cower. I’ve got a dream. The closer I get to it, the more she doesn’t like it. She’d much prefer I remain in a state of unfulfilled anxiety. That’s her nourishment.
Screw her. I know how to get out of the cage, how to neutralize that nasty Should Generator.
De-clutter. Get rid of the should’s. Make it physical.
I list all the “‘should’s” on a piece of paper. Then I burn them. Then I say – “Today I get to feel good.” That gives me some choice: Take a walk.. See a movie. Call a friend. Find something funny and laugh. Any more “should’s” come up, I write ’em down and light another match. See ya.
Tomorrow is Monday. It’ll take care of itself. Today is Sunday. Should-less Sunday. The monster recedes. The dream takes another breath.
Oh yeah – about that 25K. Not to worry. I’ll leave worrying to the cowering monster. Me – I’ll just organize some backers auditions, step back and allow 25K to flow towards my Off Broadway production….or something even better that’s beyond my imagination.
The dream trumps the monster every time.
“Let there be many windows in your soul, That all the glory of the universe, May beautify it…” “In Tune With The Infinite” Raph Waldo Trine
I’m sitting by the fireplace, as the small flames are crackling away, warming my soul on this sunny Sunday morning. Yesterday, there were tiny shoots of grass and bulbs making their way into the light in our backyard. It’s definitely the beginning of spring, the best time of year. The engine of nature is revving way high. I feel the energy of transformation: from sleep to a burst of color. It’s intoxicating. Early spring. Time to break through and go for full flowering.
So goes the dream seeker. Winter offers long dark evenings to let thoughts and ideas marinate in our brains. As the light begins to emerge, the energy of spring calls. “Get going. Just take one small prance in the right direction.”
This morning, after a busy night in the dream world which included walking from France to Ireland amid raging water and lard (don’t ask), I started the day. When I say “started,” I mean thinking. Listing. Stuff started coming up. Monkey mind chattering away. How do I get my show to Off Broadway? Who will produce it? Do I have enough Murphy Oil Soap to do the whole floor?
I definitely need help. So many questions, so little time. What’s the cure? Just take one small prance in the direction you really want.
Fact is….I need suggestions. More than that, I need advice from people who actually know what they’re talking about. Who do I know who knows about getting shows produced?
A name comes up. An actor/writer/producer with much Broadway success. He just completed a run of a hilarious Off Broadway show that I loved. I could send him an email. On Sunday morning? How desperate does that look? Oh well… it’s just one tiny prance in the right direction…
As I write the email, I keep it upbeat and give him an out, to wit:
“BTW, if you can’t stand the thought of getting into this stuff with me because
a) it makes your head hurt
b) it’s sinful to respond to biz emails created on the Sabbath
c) you have to make your own triple expresso and then clean the machine yourself…
…I still love ya, Dude, and totally understand.”
And, another actor/writer/producer comes to mind as I summon my courage and click the “send” button to the first one. This other actress has done it all: Broadway, tv, film. I email her a request for advice and click “send.”
So what, you may ask? You have some questions, you ask some people for advice and then go on with your day. What’s the big deal?
I’ll tell you what’s the big deal. It’s the part where I ask for help and actually hit the “send” button. That’s the challenge. Truth is, I have Promethian challenges asking people for help. Why? Please. Don’t ask. It’s just true. I’m sure there are a million reasons embedded in my psyche. But I have no more time for delving into these depths. Bor-ing. All I know for sure, is that I not programmed to ask people for help.
I descend from a line of self reliant types. Again my mother is a fine example. Starting at 75 years young, By her 80’s she was on a roll, doing tv comedy and print modeling. One day, she got a call, asking her to show up for a “go see” for a print ad. It was an audition but, since she was in her 80’s, living in Jamaica Estates, Queens, and the “go see” was in a land far far away (lower Manhattan) the producers offered her a round trip Town Car. Gratis. They’d pick her up at her home, drive her in great comfort, peace and cleanliness to lower Manhattan, wait for her to audition, and drive her back to Queens. Classy huh?
“Oh no – that won’t be necessary. I can take the subway,” my mother told the producers. She turned down the Town Car! She then put her NY Times in her rumpled cloth bag and ambled 15 minutes through her lovely ‘hood to the bus stop. She stood another 10 minutes waiting for the bus, watched patiently as the driver lowered the steps, clambored on and rode it to the subway. She climbed down into the subway, step by step, paid her senior reduced fare and boarded the F train at its last stop, Jamaica:179th Street . She rode the F train underneath much of Queens Boulevard, under the East River, under midtown Manhattan, all the way downtown, where she managed to switch trains to get to lower Manhattan. Once in the depths of Manhattan, she emerged from the subway and carefully found the studio where she had to wait in the lobby until the auditioners got to “go see” her. After her two minute walk in, hello…thank you very much…are you sure you wouldn’t like a Town Car back home?…Oh no, it’s not necessary, she grabbed her cloth bag and reversed the whole procedure. Five hours later, she made it back to her comfortable chair where she promptly collapsed into a nap. BTW – she didn’t get the job. Not that one. But she did get print ads. One of the big ones was hanging in subway cars for months: “The Big New York City Clean Up” ad in which she wore a most unattractive house smock and brandished a broom. She rode the subway every day for months for a sweeping look at herself. We were all so proud of her.
So, today, genetics notwithstanding, I took one tiny prance, asked for help and hit “send.”
May a Town Car soon glide me to my Off Broadway debut.
Who’s taking one tiny prance in the right direction…genetics nothwithstanding? Just post and hit “Publish”.
A fair question. Certainly in the business world, you do your research, create your plan, your marketing strategy and get non-disclosure agreements signed. Makes sense. Making business is making war. Highest security measures. The competition is your enemy. Divert them. Fool them. D-Day strategy: Eisenhower deceives the Germans into believing that the Allied Forces would land in Pas-de-Calais. Imagine their Omaha Beach Surprise.
So…isn’t it the same thing for us? If we articulate our dream in public, don’t we take a huge risk by alerting the “competition”? By yakking about it don’t we suck the power out of it? And what about the humiliation…you know… if we shouldn’t reach the actual goal? The naysayers who doubted us get to be “right”? It’s very middle school. Ouch.
With this blog, I’m hoping to establish a community for “dreams into action.” As Lady Blah Blah, I have to start by clearly stating the dream I want to put into action. I started writing, “OK, here’s what I want to accomplish: I’d like my one woman musical comedy, “If U Want Me, U Can Have Me, Right Now!!” to become a full Off Broadway production. As soon as I wrote this, I began to feel uncomfortable. My brain started to talk to itself.
“Elizabeth. Why Off Broadway? Why not shoot as high as possible?”
“Yeah. ‘Broadway.'” I paused before responding to myself.
“Well,” I replied, “If I say ‘Broadway’, I’m putting it all out there and if the show doesn’t get there…”
“So the show may not get there, so what? Who do you think you are? Carrie Fisher?”
“Well, if I don’t get to full Broadway status, I’m just another big mouth with a big goal who joins a big clump of dreamers who…..”
“Yo. Dude. Stop. Do you hear yourself? You’re already hitting Off Broadway in the Fall 2010. The Cherry Lane Theatre. Doesn’t that count for anything? How many people can say they have written and are performing their own show in a such a distinguished Off Broadway venue even for a limited run. Could you have imagined that you’d be at this point 5 years ago when a big professional disappointment led you to create this show in the first place?
“I see your point.”
“And, if you hadn’t clearly articulated your desire to get into this Off Broadway theatre early in the game and pursued it, Honey, you wouldn’t be opening there this fall.”
Ahh. The inner dialogue pauses for a moment of solitude.
Waitaminute! I knew I wanted this. I said it. I made phone calls. I had meetings. I was very clear in my intention. And guess what? I didn’t jinx my chance of getting to Off Broadway. I’m there. Who knew?
So -gentle readers…. hey! We need a name for this community. Dream Namers? Dreams Into Action? (Thomas Dolby album name from the 1980’s) Any ideas out there? Brave New Dreamers? Anybody wanna join in? Anybody brave enough to make a comment about that one thing that you really want to achieve? Lemme know.
“Whatever your dream…hold it close to your heart…give it life…listen to it…and it will breathe..”
This verse comes from the song that closes my one woman musical comedy, “If U Want Me, U Can Have Me, Right Now!! I hope that all of you who join me in this space are listening to your dream and allowing it to breathe.
Our dreams are not carved in stone. They are made of clay. They are flexible and they evolve as we evolve. It’s powerful to state your dream. Clearly. With passion. On a public forum like this blog, it can be very challenging. It takes a little nerve.
So…I have a little nerve. I’m going to write about my dream, as it is today. I’d like to encourage you to share your dream(s) with me here. If you’re not ready to do that, then, just stay “tuned” to this blog. My hope is that together we’ll build a community of artists, inventors, parents…a pretty diversity of folks who articulate their dream and support each other as we give them life, listen to them and let them breathe.