Update to Last Post: Fun With Cover Letters
Hi All,
I discovered this the other day in ye olde email bin:
from: [name redacted]
to: craig davidson <craigdavidson11@gmail.com">craigdavidson11@gmail.com>
date: Tue, Sep 29, 2009 at 10:02 PM
subject: Re: King Me
mailed-by medievaltimes.com
Sep 29 (2 days ago)
Craig
Very interesting. Can you come in on Friday Oct 2nd at 3:15pm for an audition?
Regards,
[name redacted]
Show Cast Manager
Medieval Times Toronto
www.medievaltimes.com
1-888-WE-JOUST
... so may it never be stated that farfetched cover letters don't yield interesting results. Now all that's left is to head on in there, put on a plummy English accent, and NAIL THAT PART! I AM King Phillipe, baby!
Notwithstanding the fact I haven't acted since the Grade 11 TV Arts class opus: "Frank Gibbons: School Cop On The Edge" wherein I played an unhinged, out-of-control hall-monitor-style cop who roamed the halls of my highschool meting out his own brand of rough justice; the definitive scene of that particular cinematic spectacle was when I stage-beat a buddy of mine because I thought he was sniffing 'Bolivian Marching Powder' when in fact he'd only been sloppily consuming a powdered donut. Back in Grade 11 that was the height of cutting-edge socially relevant humor. I mean, it really made you THINK. About donuts, mainly. At least that's what I was thinking about.
Then there was my other acting experience, as 'the bad kid' in a Grade 12 Business Arts class (Business Arts---oxymoron much?); I seem to recall we were tasked with putting on a play that would teach viewers about spendthriftness and smart budgeting; all I really remember is that I played a punk kid who spent all his money on moonpies and firecrackers, which so incensed my father---played by a guy my exact same age---that he delivered these immortal lines to me:
"That's it, I've had enough of your wastefulness! You go sleep with the bums!"
... and thus I was kicked out of my own house to sleep with those aforementioned bums. The play sort of petered out after that. I don't think I was given a script credit on that baby. I sure hope not.
Then, when I was just a babe living in Ottawa, my Mom dragged me in for a tryout on 'You Can't Do That On Television,'---launchpad of Alanis Morrisette and the infamous 'Barth'---which at the time filmed in Ottawa. Somehow either my hilarious rotundness or childish antecdotes saw me pass up the ladder to the final three of that audition process; I was brought back three times before they finally saw though my charmless charade and dubbed me: Not Slime-worthy. I did get to do a scene in Barth's Diner, where he popped up behind the order counter to utter his immortal line: "D'yiii heard that!" It was when I insulted his burger, which had a plastic fly in it. Oh, the plastic fly gag. That NEVER gets old!
Ah, well. All of which is to say I'm going to cart my slim acting chops into the rehearsal hall tomorrow and kick ass. Or flame out spectacularly. There really can be no middle ground. If there is, I will have failed.
All best,
Craig.
Craig Davidson on 10.01.09 @ 04:54 PM EST [link]
