We just had our opening night of THE HOUSEGUESTS, and I am filled with such gratitude and appreciation for this experience. As many of you know, I have not appeared on the New York stage in a very long time, and the role of John is so funny and juicy, I couldn't ask for more. It all happened because of Michael Levine, Maria Enns and Camille Marshall - thank you all for this opportunity, and for your ongoing support and encouragement throughout the production! In addition, our stellar cast (the aforementioned Camille as my saucy wife, Tony Del Bono and Margaret Curry) have been a great pleasure to work with, explore with, laugh with, and to join in mining the depths of Harry Kondoleon's script for THE HOUSEGUESTS.
For those of you not familiar with playwright Kondoleon's work, he was also a poet and novelist and wrote 19 plays between 1980 and 1994. THE HOUSEGUESTS was one of his final plays, written while he struggled with grave illness. He died of AIDS in 1994 at age 39. This incredibly prolific artist received multiple honors and fellowships, and his works have been produced in many acclaimed theaters. Just imagine the additional contributions he would have made if his life had not ended so early. Kondoleon's physical pain and mental/emotional struggles are clearly evident in THE HOUSEGUESTS, juxtaposed with outrageous comedic elements. It's a complex piece of art, and we are all honored to be a part of this production.
I am continually reminded, every day, about the importance of making your life what you really want it to be. It's been 6 months since I left my position at Calvin Klein, and what an amazing journey it's been. But let's face it - we never know where our journeys will lead us, or how much time we have to accomplish the things that really matter to us. I came home last night, on a high from the wonderfully responsive opening night audience (which included many dear friends!), and read the terrible news that a popular daytime TV actor, Nathaniel Marston, died yesterday from massive injuries suffered in a car accident two weeks ago. Reportedly, he fell asleep at the wheel. He was 40 years old. How many of us have done that, knowing that we really shouldn't be driving, because of fatigue or having one too many drinks? Yet another reminder to me to keep my own personal stresses and petty frustrations in check. In the grand scheme, how much do they matter?
Don't go through life in a zombie-like haze. Figure out what's really meaningful to you, and live your life to the fullest.
Peace and love to you all, and I hope to see you at THE HOUSEGUESTS!!