So I’ll keep this short, it’s 3:52 AM and I’ve been playing Freddie Mercury interviews because right now apparently I don’t feel sad enough. I wanted to discuss something, potentially with likeminded creatives/actors and you, no matter what you do, if you’ve got something you want to say about it.
As we all know, we’ve lost many greats in this month alone. 2016 is shaping to be a pretty grim year, particularly for fans of British anything (which I am, massively). Bowie, Lemmy, and Alan Rickman and we’re all crossing our fingers that that’s all for one year, thank you very much.
But the thing about these people, despite the fact they’ve no doubt influenced your childhood/life/taste in one way or another- is they’re freaking mad. No really. They were renegades in their fields. People who didn’t fit in the playing field so much as dig a man size ditch, jump in and responded anyone trying to shove them out with a hearty FUCK OFF and a poke of the shovel.
They were absolutely folk that we responded to for that reason. We wanted to be as happy as they were to be themselves. I did too. I do too.
But, I consider myself a performer first and foremost (I used to call myself just an actor, not so anymore- that’s a story for another day)- and as such I work* in the entertainment industry, and they do not encourage renegades.
There was an article I read about what it took to be cool, and, pompous as that concept was, it did raise an interesting point about how people buying out the entire radio business essentially killed music movement as we used to know them: 60’s psychelics, 70’s punk, 80’s electronic, 90’s grunge- countercultures, the article argued had effectively died with this move, and it shows in the entertainment industry. Every new young and hip ‘rock’ embraced by mainstream culture looks like Mumford and Sons.
This isn’t just in music though. More than ever before, folks are looking for strong men to lead the charge in acting. It’s no surprise Chris Hemsworth is the face of Australian tourism- like it or not, it’s what people want on their screens now more than ever.
And here I am- the birth result of a troll and a lorikeet, growing out my hair and wanting tattoos… and I really don’t feel like I belong. And I know, I know, I should follow the people who’ve passed this month’s example- dig my ditch and defend it.
But honestly? I don’t actually know if I even have the ability to dig my own ditch anymore. I fear our need for safe entertainment and reality TV on public channels has removed my chance at even getting a grip on the shovel.
Still, if they’ve locked it up in the shed, I guess now’s as good a time as ever to try and find me some bolt cutters. God knows that I can’t give up now.
First photoshoot in the morning. My first real step back into acting in about a year. Wish me luck.
*when I get paid