100.3 The SOUND

My sister Liz told me about THE SOUND radio station about 9 years ago.  “Molly, have you heard this new station?  I think it’s 100.3?  It is sooooo good!  They play ALBUMS!”  Liz loved music.  Back in the 70’s, she had her Columbia House music membership and got a new 8 track tape almost every week.  It was so exciting getting this music in the mail.  Music she paid for because she began working at age 16 and never stopped.  The music brought her great comfort in a tumultuous time in our family.  And because I was her roomie, it brought me comfort too.  Those were the days.  Her favorite was Elton John.  She had every one of his albums.  My sister passed away from breast cancer this past April, she was almost 59 years old.

THE SOUND was recently sold.  In a few days it will be no more.  Ever day I drive my car, this station is a part of my life and it connects me to Liz.  Inevitably I’ll be thinking of her and one of her favorite songs will pop on.  I know then that she is with me.  I will miss this more than my heart can bear.

Selfishly, I wanted to support THE SOUND  any way I could.  So I went to their facebook page to see what I could do to save this kind of in depth appreciation of music on the radio.  That is when I saw Mimi’s fund raiser for A CASE FOR THE CURE.  Mimi the-flower-child Chen is now a cancer survivor and she is raising money and awareness for this terrific home grown organization.  This non profit helps, among other things, pay for screening mammograms and diagnostic mammograms for women in LA County who cannot afford to pay.

I crumbled in tears.  It was almost like Liz lead me to the page. No one should ever have to endure what my sister, Mimi Chen or any other man and woman who have had breast cancer went through.  I donated and I hope you can too.  And what  lovely way to honor the greatest radio station that was THE SOUND.

 

 

THE GARAGE SALE IS LIVE

After 3 years of gestation this baby is now born!  From a simple idea to a very complicated interactive video, THE GARAGE SALE now lives because of so many people’s artistry.

To see this interactive dramedy that I wrote and produced please visit thegaragesalemovie.com.  If you like it, please do not hesitate to share it.  There are wonderful performances in this that should not be missed.  Be warned, unless your kid is as foul mouthed as I was, you may not want to share this with your kids.  There is a fair bit of swearing.

THE GARAGE SALE is best viewed on the FIREFOX and CHROME browsers.

Peace, health and happy garage sales to everyone.

Molly

 

Liberation!

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The audition process can be a soul-sucking journey through hell. At least it was for me. Worrying about what I did or didn’t do in the room to get a role took up a tremendous amount of space in my life. Trying to make sense and take control of the nonsensical and uncontrollable was a maddening exercise in futility. But then one glorious moment it all changed and I didn’t waste one more moment on “why.” I have told this story so many times someone suggested I write it down. If this could help one other person it will be worth it.

When I was in my late 30’s, I was being considered for a series regular role on a very funny show. It came down to me and another gal. My final callback for the network had the lead man in tears. Seriously, he was laughing so hard he cried. The other gal may have been terrific, but she was a foot taller than the lead. So I knew I had the role. I knocked it out of the park, I was the right size and they wept. I was clearly the choice.

Turns out I didn’t get it. I was stunned and deeply saddened. I wracked my brain trying to figure out “why. “ In the middle of me raging against God, the producers called and offered me a recurring role. This was going to be substantially less money. And I would have to watch someone else play my part. The part I so desperately wanted and thought I deserved. Did I mention I made them cry?

I needed the money, so I sucked it up and said yes.

This was a multi-camera show. The process involves rehearsing for four days and then performing for a live audience on the fifth. Normally, I love being on stage watching rehearsals even scenes I’m not in. The whole journey of creating a show thrills me.

But not this time. I drove to the studio that first day dreading it. I walked in, said hi to everyone, congratulated the actress who got my part, ate a bagel and was shown to my dressing room. After a few minutes a phone call let me know the first scene was being rehearsed and I wasn’t needed. Ugh. This is normally when I would head to the stage to soak up and enjoy all the other performers doing their thing. So I had a big talk with myself and said, “You are either going to be a part of this and enjoy it or waste an entire week being miserable. What do you want, joy or misery?”

I decided I wanted joy. I girded my loins, walked down to the stage and sat in the audience.   They read through the scene and then they started to block it. I watched like St Paul on the road to Damascus with scales falling from my eyes. I suddenly saw that I didn’t fit.   No way would anyone ever believe that I was a member of this family. It WASNT’T “my part.” I wouldn’t have cast me.   For whatever intangible reason, this woman, who was a foot taller than the lead, really seemed like his wife. She fit! I didn’t. I was an outsider. Which was exactly the role they cast me as, an awkward unlikeable outsider.

I felt like I was walking on air I was so relieved. I didn’t suck, I was not a bad actor, I simply wasn’t “right.”

I had loved working on that sitcom. Every time I was lucky enough to be on the show I enjoyed the hell out if it. It was funny, the people were terrific and it was extraordinarily well cast.

After that experience, I never second-guessed an audition again. There ARE things you have no control over. And even though on the page you may seem perfect for the role, it doesn’t mean you are. There are so many variables that make someone right or wrong for a role and 90% it has nothing to do with your ability.

My happiness as an actor grew exponentially that day. Now – this does not mean I don’t occasionally suck at auditions or that I’m never upset when I don’t get cast. But it does mean I no longer doubt my ability or agonize over “why.” I have been liberated from that misery for about 15 years.

I wish you the same.