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From the mid 80’s through the beginning of Y2K, Voiceover talent had the rush of running from casting office-to agent-back to casting office again. I lived in the thick of it in New York City and I enjoyed navigating from the Bronx to the Battery and crisscrossing in between. It reminded me of lacing a… Read more »
By the time a project hits the screen it’s gone through a myriad of incarnations. How does it get there? Who are the Creative Masters behind the art? The Begetters? The Chef d’oeuvres? The Taskmasters? The Contessas of communication, who bring the finished product to this farm- to-table world? Truly, that answer deserves its very own… Read more »
The room reeked of formaldehyde, a smell that still zings my gag reflexes. We were being asked to do the unthinkable, cut off the rear legs of a frog. This called for an immediate intervention of mass proportions. Mrs. Cleaver (quite fitting eh!), the Eighth grade science teacher had left the room for a moment… Read more »
In the 1970’s, I had a total girl crush on a certain freckled-face, unruly, red-haired, horizontally-challenged-pig-tailed girl from Villa Villekulla. Her name was Pippi Longstocking. Pippi had superhuman strength and could hold a horse up with one hand and boy was she ever groovy! After turning on my life-sized Zenith Television Set and wiggling the… Read more »
