Big Country Blues Trailer

Big Country Blues Trailer
Sarah e Jacobs recognized as OUTSTANDING ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES at LA Webfest! And nominated for BEST ACTRESS IN A DRAMA at ITVFest! Click to watch the trailer!

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Go Ahead and Laugh Away, After All It's a Holiday :)

Info coming soon for Episode 6 of Date to Mate. It was a blast to film, of course. My character's situation is getting a little more complex, which I love, and I can't wait to see what happens for her in the future. I'm really hoping for some serious conflict between me and my man in the show. I want some complicated relationship with serious screaming fights. Maybe I throw a Menorah and he ducks out of the way just in time... I don't know that ShalomTV would go for it, but I would love it. And, really, that's what matters. ;)

We closed Swingin Threesome to a rowdy and awesomely responsive audience. It's so lovely when you feel the support coming from the crowd and there's no doubt in your mind that they are fully entertained. We had a freakin' great time on the stage. At one point, one of the actors is to enter with a bloody nose, then I enter and usually I can't see the problem until he turns his head, to which I react and ask if he's okay...yadda yadda. Well closing night I come onstage to find that he had basically dunked his head in the fake blood and it was dripping all over his face. I felt my stomach tighten. I fought against the corners of my mouth trying desperately to turn upward. I tried my hardest. I took a deep breath and asked if he was okay with as much control as was possible (which was not much). The other actress on stage started laughing, and the two of us lost it. The audience went crazy, laughing uncontrollably to the point of gasping. It. Was. Awesome. I got through my lines and exited. I stood backstage waiting for my next entrance listening to the sounds of the actress left onstage trying to regain her composure. She was crying, she was laughing so hard. I would hear complete silence followed by her snorting and the whole audience losing their shit with laughter. We had a great time, the audience had a great time...Don't get me wrong, this is usually not a good thing - losing composure onstage in front of an audience. But the environment and the nature of the play allowed for this to happen without much consequence. By the time we lost our shit, the audience was already in on the joke. We left the stage saying, "God, that was fun!" which is the best feeling in the world. (And thank you to my friends that came to support. I'm glad I got to share that fun with you. It means so much that you all come!)

I worked some more outside this past week, as well, and I have to say my attitude about life during my shifts was much better the previous week. I was a bit of a Negative Nelly. It is interesting, though - Once I started connecting with strangers on the street, getting reactions from a simple smile, my mood did improve. It's just hard to get to that place mentally when you're about to physically lose your digits to frostbite. Yeah, yeah, yeah..."Mind over matter" and all that bullshit. Some days you just have to get through, and you're lucky at that. It is what it is. And it was a bad attitude. What can ya do?

I've since come home to the ATL to spend some awesome family and friend time over the holidays. My family's had some unfortunate bumps in the road this Holiday season, but it's things like that that remind us of what we have. We're lucky to be healthy and to have each other. What's bad could always be that much worse, you know? Today I enjoyed a beautiful White Christmas (crazy!) complete with baking Gingerbread and tons of presents, food and family.

Not much is going on in NY the next few days, so I've decided to stay through the new year. I'll get rejuvenated and hopefully go back to the city with a new found energy to hit the ground running (and I do mean literally. My ass needs cardio like nobody's business. I've been eating this holiday like it's my J.O.B...;). But in all seriousness, I would like to go back to NY with a clear plan. I know I need to print some more headshots. I need to do mailings. I need to get some good things going. Reach out to some contacts, get over it and ask for some favors. Lord knows I'd do them for other people... Huh. Look at that. I think I may have just stumbled upon a New Year's resolution... :)

Merry Christmas everyone. Have a wonderful holiday filled with family and friends.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Shake it, Little Mute Girl

In fact, I was getting sick. I have now been voiceless on and off for two days. I've spent plenty of time in bed, drinking tea and pumping my body full of ridiculous amounts of vitamins. I can't get sicker. No siree.

The first review is in for Swingin' Threesome. It's a positive review, so congrats to all my castmates who are awesome and kick ass continually. And, as a follow up to my last post, I did get a positive shout out in the review so I guess I didn't suck quite as badly as I thought. Though, I know I can be's Monday. And I intend to kill it Monday. BTW. :)

See the review here!

I also received a lovely letter today from one of the vendors on my shopping tour. He said he also sent a letter to my boss and wanted to tell me that I was the best tour guide! He said he loves that I work so closely with the tourists helping them shop and dress themselves well. He says I really take pride in the tour. I'm very excited to receive the compliment. It means a lot to me mostly because I really don't "sell" anything on the tour, I just give my honest opinion and the ladies end up looking and feeling fabulous! So nice of him to take notice.

With all this sickness, I've been a bit tired and cranky - which is a great combo for flyering in the freezing weather. So, I've been trying to combat my mood with the saying, "fake it 'till you make it." Example: I couldn't talk, so I was on sign duty (for those of you who don't know what this means... it means I carry a sign while the others pass out flyers. Tricky, I know). I wasn't interacting with people, clearly, and my team was a little down that day seeing as no one could feel their toes, so I put a smile on my face and... decided to get my dance on. I choreographed a little street number, making sure to incorporate the sign, of course. Running Man, here. Jazz Hands, there. A little drop it like it's hot ATL style. Scrubbin' the ground. I wanted to scream on the inside, but on the outside I was a dancin' fool. And I have to say, fakin' it worked. My body temporarily warmed a degree or two, my friends were smiling. Strangers had mixed feelings about my moves, but eff them. Most were accepting of the little mute girl dancing around like an ass for a lunchtime showcase, fakin' it 'till she was makin' it true.

I'm filming the next episode of Date to Mate tomorrow. Getting back to work - Love that. I'm a little concerned about my voice, but what can ya do? I was able to get the eyebrows done and the hairs cut today. So, I may sound like a Yeti, but at least I won't look like one in my close-ups. ;) I'll let you know how the shoot goes.

Busy weekend ahead. Perfect for getting some momentum and confidence back. Now if I could just get my voice back...

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Maybe I should Ask Stella...

I'm having an off month. I gotta get my groove my back. I'm definitely not my usual punchy self, and it's starting to get on my nerves. Somehow my confidence has been wounded and I'm not sure why or how to fix it. I seem to have lost the momentum that I had going, and I suddenly have very little energy. I'm thinking I may be getting sick...

But I do need to find a little inspiration. Go see some good movies, listen to some new music, read something that will nudge me back into the usual motivated self that I'm used to. I planned for Sunday to be a day to get my creative juices flowin' (that saying grosses me out, BTW), but I ended up passing out in the process and taking a much needed, but unplanned nap. But maybe it's time for a mental health day of inspiration... or at least half day.

Our second performance of Swingin' Threesome was Monday night. It was an odd energy flowing on the stage, and I have to say I did not feel all that fabulous about my own performance. I couldn't even tell you why, I just left the stage with a feeling of disappointment in myself (did I mention it's an off month??). This was particularly fantastic because most of my friends came to see the show that night...and so did a few reviewers. So that's freakin' awesome news! My friends said they enjoyed it and couldn't sense any awkwardness, but they're my friends. They lie. ;)

It is very hard having a full week between performances. It disrupts any helpful momentum we, as a cast, develop. Next week should be better, hopefully, because we have two shows in a row. Then we close. Ha. Isn't that always the case?

This week is cold as crap (astute observation, don't you think?). And yesterday I was outside passing out cups for free coffee/promotional materials for the opening of a new cafe. How does wind chill of 8 degrees sound to you? ...oh not pleasant? That's weird, because it was totally fun to lose all motor skills in my hands and have shooting pains through my wrists for the rest of the day. Totally. Fun. My friend and I were working together, and were very close to losing our minds. We started doing lunges and singing little ditties about grand openings to passersby (and, um... if I was singing out loud to strangers... you know there was some major mental breakdown going on...). We made it through and I've since thawed my extremities, which just means that I'll be doing this whole shebang again later in the week. My mother actually sent me a text offering me money not to stand out in the cold. I'm considering asking how much she's offering...

Shopping tours coming up this week. Hopefully some happy tourists can help me out of my lull. I need to find some energy, get my confidence back. I need to make some good shit happen. Pull it together, Sarah. No one's gonna do it for you.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Only in NYC

You know how I know it's officially winter?

I know because I had my first shift where I contemplated suicide by running into oncoming traffic while standing on the street corner passing out flyers. I know I said this last winter, but I swear I've never been so cold in my life. 3 pairs of socks, leggings under my pants, 4 shirts, a fleece, a puffy vest (for the record - the fleece and puffy vest are part of the uniform. I'm firmly against both articles of clothing in my everyday wardrobe....just...for the record :), two pairs of gloves, a beanie and a baseball cap mean nothing in this weather. Nothing. By the end my fingers hurt so badly that I had them in fists inside my gloves and I was freaking people out by handing them flyers seemingly from my palms. After two hours like that, soup has never tasted so good. It's like being reborn....I would imagine.

Swingin' Threesome opened on Monday, and aside from a few minor mishaps everything went well. One of the actors fell over while trying to drag another off stage and it was all I could do to keep a straight face. He toppled backwards with the girl landing limply on top of him, as she WAS supposed to be dead. And I AL-most lost it. In another play a girl dropped a line that feeds into another actor's line, that feeds into my line. So, after an awkward silence and my pouring a lot of water into two glasses, we just embraced the awkward, I skipped over that part and continued on hoping that they could pick up where I left off. Luckily it worked and the two continued on fairly seamlessly. Aside from these little bobbles, we got through the show and the audience seemed to enjoy it, which is really what's important.

My Commercial class was canceled, due to a family emergency. I was bummed, but I'm sure we'll reschedule. I sent an email expressing my concern/my interest in rescheduling so we'll see when that happens. Probably after the New Year.

Which brings me to today. It started out quite interestingly. It was the first day that I've cursed Williamsburg, for a hot minute, with a raw hatred that made even me question my sanity. I had two tours to give today, the first being a group tour from midtown. I left in what I thought was plenty of time to get uptown, print some materials from Kinkos, and grab a necessary coffee before meeting my tour at 9:50 am. I walked down into the train station to a waiting L train towards Manhattan shoved full of people. It was standing there for quite some time so, I pulled my headphones out of my ears just in time to hear, "There will be no L service between Bedford Avenue and 8th Avenue." I'm sorry. WHAT??!! I asked the guy next to me if this was some sick joke they liked to play to mess with the hipsters every once in a while (I thought it was a funnier joke than he did...), and he assured me that that was not the case. I quickly exited the station to what was mass hysteria in the streets. Skinny jean clad legs running in every direction. There was chaos in Brooklyn. It looked like the scene from a disaster know minus the blood, and the smoke and the crying babies.

I immediately spotted a gypsy cab and ran to flag him down. I noticed a girl in a near panic attack on the other side of the street and yelled to her asking if she wanted to share. She agreed, and somehow in the time she crossed the street we picked up two other strangers to join us in the trek across the bridge. It took FOREVER to cross the bridge, traffic was so horrific. But I really did have a lovely time with Noah, Rachel and Leona in the ride over. They were very nice people and I learned a lot about Rachel taking care of babies at day care, life for Leona's family in Mexico City, and Noah's awesome trip to Seattle last summer. He got to do a lot of boating... Only in New York City...

I made it to work without a minute to spare. I think I spent more money on cabs than I made giving the tour, but the smiling tourists appreciated my services which means a lot. No matter how shitty my morning was, I was still able to make some people's vacations even more enjoyable. And I met a few nice people in the process. I'm exhausted, but nothing a nap and a hot shower can't cure. I'm super excited to get my Holiday party on tonight. I need it! ...but not too much. I do have to organize/give a tour to another group of 600 highschoolers tomorrow.

A hangover is not an option. I certainly need to be on my game for that mess! ...Cheers to that! :)

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Smart, Sexy, Sassy and Standing in Spew.

Last week I handed out some salad samples, gave some tours, and tech-ed a show...among other things. Tuesday morning I had an email in my inbox that there was a last minute spot open in a workshop about marketing yourself as an actor. I was free at night, so I said, what the hell! I'm glad I did, too. I made some new contacts, learned a few things, and even signed up for a commercial class coming up this week. I didn't learn anything ground breaking in the workshop, but it was really nice to have some one-on-one guidance about headshots and resumes, networking and marketing materials. I realized I do need to make a few changes. And, this workshop helped me see how other people see me. It used to be that I was the naive ingenue most of the time. But I've evolved into the smart, subtly sexy, sassy girl. It's interesting to think about how the perception of me has changed. Now it's just what I do with this information that's important. I have a monologue that tends to get me the naive roles, but I've yet to find a good one that really nails the smart sexy girl. Something to work on.

Thursday was all sorts of hellish. It started with leaving my phone in a cab Wednesday night, and spending the very early morning hours on my friend's phone with 311 and various police precincts trying to track it down. The guy at 311 had the nerve to ask me, in a tone reserved for first graders, "Did you try calling it?" Well Thank God for THAT GUY! Of course I tried calling it, but thanks for patronizing me in my time of crisis, GUY. The night was a disaster, but I did end up talking to a very nice PoPo Officer at 4:30 am that had my phone in his possession. Swell. So I hopped in a cab with a very nice Australian friend and we made our way to the Upper East Side to retrieve my precious phone. (Before some of you judge me on my love for my technology... I know it's stupid how much I rely on that thing, but I can't help it! I had no alarm, no numbers, nada. And I was in a bit of a panic. So, I'm going to embrace my reliance on technology. It's what keeps me connected to the people in my life. Nothing wrong with that! So there.)

After 3 hours (maybe) of sleep I was up again to give a shopping tour. I was waiting outside in the FREEZING cold for about 20 min when I decided to call (because I could) the only number I had for the client. Her husband answered and said, "Oh no! You didn't hear? Her bus was delayed 4 hours..." Umm...what!? I got her cell number and after about an hour of trying to reach my boss/figuring out a plan to salvage her tour, we decided on meeting about halfway through the route whenever she got in. So I went BACK downtown and posted up at a Starbucks waiting (I ran into Sheryl Crow and had a nice convo with her about her son not running out the door and into the street....I swear. This happened. Weird day.)

After the tour I was on my way to a dress rehearsal for Swingin' Threesome. I was exhausted, to say the least. My eyes were burning and my face hurt from the fake smile I had plastered on it all day. When I got on the train I was reading texts from my boss, and not really paying attention. I headed through the doors and around to the two seater bench on the left. All of a sudden I hear about 7 people in unison go, "Ooooohhhhhhh." You know where it starts high and slowly descends (somehow everyone stays at the same pitch. It's a mystery how it happens. Kind of like how yawns are contagious??...). I looked up and realized everyone was looking at me. One woman slowwwly pointed to my boots. I looked down to see what the draw was, and....I was standing in a puddle of puke... Well, add that to my lucky day! I stepped out and immediately started laughing. There comes a point where everything is funny. And, lets be honest it could be worse - I could have been wearing flip flops. No one laughed with me...but whatever. I'm getting used to that.

Dress rehearsal went well considering I wanted to curl up in the fetal position upstage right. We got through it without any major mishaps. In one of the one acts (which we have not rehearsed nearly enough...) I come in and out of the scenes repeating the same lines with slight changes every time, filling water glasses, taking orders and bringing dishes on and off. I feel like I should have it down by now, but I am having some serious trouble remembering what comes next. It may be the hardest play to memorize I've ever seen. Every time gets better, and I've written the damn thing about a hundred times (memorizing technique)... I'm trying!

This upcoming week is busy busy! Opening a show, commercial workshop, tours, promos, holiday parties... Bring it on! I'm so over the first week of December.