I had fun at the Toronto auditions...even though I got cut
Jinx said:
Kevin, what did they have you lip sync to? For us it was some pimp-funk thing I had never heard before...and how exactly is one supposed to sync to a rhythm that one has never heard before?
Yeah, that pimp-funk thing was
EVIL! Even a Gilbert & Sullivan patter song would have been better...mainly because it would have been possible to make out the words!
It reminded me of a really hard improv game, in which you have to say everything in unison with your partner...and of course, you're both improvising, so everything quickly slows to an absolute crawl...which couldn't happen with that fast pimp-funk thing. Of course, for sentimental reasons, I wish they'd have used "Mahna-Mahna".
Still, it was great meeting all the other puppeteers who'd come from so far away to audition. I especially loved getting to play with Sebastian T. Frog, in the waiting area. I must track down his creator, and see about getting one of his relatives for my own hot little hands.
And of course, having a chance to perform nude (puppetically-speaking) for Kevin Clash was an amazing, and nerve-wracking, experience. I never expected to get beyond the first cut, because I've only been at this for about a year, but I got another great story to add to my memoirs. And my writing partner's little boy now thinks his Wacky Aunt Patte is even cooler, because she got to be silly for the guy who plays Elmo!
When I rode home on the subway with my own puppet (the blue bug-monster with the psychedelic eyes and the rainbow curls), I couldn't resist taking her out and letting her wave to the work-crews in the subway tunnels. It's amazing how even burly construction guys, working in dark, dirty, old tunnels, light up when they see a puppet!