Category: Inspirations


 

I know, I haven’t written anything here in more than a week.  I’m in the middle of one of those ‘A lot of things happening at once’ phases.  A couple big hurdles down, a couple big ones left to go.  This shouldn’t be the only time I write this week though (I think).

And I probably would have taken tonight off, but if you know me at all, you know I was reposting this.  The only thing I have to add is I’m only half joking when I say I was so hyped when I first saw this I contemplated wearing my cowl to the Avengers midnight screening later this week…

Later…

 

A lot going on right now.  Some I’m hyped about but can’t talk about (yet) due to Confidentiality Agreements, other stuff I can at least ‘tease’ without revealing too much…

A lot of what’s been happening lately has related to acting, and I love doing it, and as I’ve said before, that’s almost always the most ‘fun’ part.  But I got into this Game by working behind the camera, and I’ve been doing more of that than usual as of late.

This weekend I was apart of one of the smoothest, most laid back sets I’ve been apart of to date, working as an A.D. in this case.  So for those of you who enjoy seeing the crusty, unshaven, hoodie version of me more than the cleans up nice version, you should like this little photo diary.  Shots taken by young brother Major Latimer, who has a great eye for composing shots himself.

I’ll talk more about what we were shooting when the time comes.  You should know by now discretion is one of my strong suits…

 

Today was a fun day for me so I’ll tell a lighter story this go round…

For the first time in a little while I found myself driving through Hollywood at night.  Even though I’m more or less retired from being on the Strip, one of the things I’ve always enjoyed about living here, especially with summer coming up, is just cruising through the city with no particular place to go with a laid back song coming out of the stereo. As gas prices continue to go up, you don’t really go anywhere you don’t have to go as much as you used to, but you get my point…

I did a double take last week when one of my best friends in a conversation referred to me as a ‘romantic’; not to say I was offended, I just rarely see myself like that.  But when the right song comes on at the right time, I admit I go in.  Sometimes it’s an MJ ballad. Sometimes it’s one of many beautiful versions of ‘One for My Baby (and One for the Road).’  Tonight on the drive home, my IPad had the nerve to surprise me with this one, and if I didn’t have prior commitments, I might have driven straight to Vegas.

Enjoy.

For those of you who asked about my look in reference to yesterday’s post:

The quote above is a famous Stella Adler quote about defining a character through what they wear.

So this past weekend I was back in front of the camera.  My character was the ghost of a black kid from the 50s who was killed by a lynch mob for doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing.  In this case, ‘doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing’ meant talking to a white woman.  I wasn’t playing Emmitt Till (the young man pictured above), but the influence was obvious.  Trayvon Martin was never mentioned by name in the story, but again, the influence of his life was obvious.

As an actor, I wasn’t overly happy with my performance, but that comes out of my desire to constantly challenge myself and get better at the craft.  I also know from experience, ‘Lady In My Life’ specifically, that when it comes to television and film performances, a good editor will use your best takes from the shoot and create the best possible performance.  So we’ll see how the finished product turns out.

What this post is really about though is the larger issue.  Evidently someone got creative with a road sign in Michigan, there was a shooting spree in Tulsa last week that may or may not have been racially motivated, people are still marching here in Los Angeles and in other major cities.  It’s an…interesting time to say the least.  Across the board, we’ve often joked that we’re living in the ‘Too Much Information’ Era; it seems like we may finally being seeing the ugly side of that sentiment.  I highly doubt, percentage wise, there are more ‘extremists’ now than there have been before.  But as we now live in a time where all of us (present company included), can broadcast their thoughts to the entire world, we’re constantly learning who knows how to filter their ugliest thoughts, and who takes advantage of the relative safety of standing behind a keyboard to say what they really think.

Who knows where this is going?  All I know is I don’t like it, and I’m not the only one.  Dealing with people who operate in extremes is like dealing with children in my opinion: there are times when the best course of action is to ignore them so they won’t feel their behavior will be rewarded, and there are other times when you have to confront them head on to let them know their behavior is unacceptable.

What’s needed now is the latter.

The Return of the Rock

Time for my annual pre-WrestleMania post…

The main event for this year’s event is current poster boy John Cena vs. the last generation’s poster boy The Rock.  So who will win?  The answer is obvious if you know how pro wrestling works…

The last true ‘Icon vs. Icon’ match also involved the Rock, when he went one on one with Hulk Hogan at WrestleMania XVIII in Toronto.  The Hulkster walked in as the heel (bad guy), but the crowd instantly turned him face (good guy) for the sheer nostalgia of seeing the guy we all grew up with back at ‘The Showcase of the Immortals’ for the first time in years.  The Rock won that night, but the memory of the match is seeing one of the Icons of the Business deliver a show on the big stage one last time.  That match, in my opinion, should be the blueprint for Rock-Cena.

But should the outcome be different?  WrestleMania this year is in Rock’s ‘hometown’ of Miami; this time around the roles are reversed and he’s a bigger mainstream star than his opponent.  And (as Cena has repeatedly pointed out in his promos), Rock is way more celebrity/movie star at this point than wrestler.  He’s been that way for years.  And when was the last time a celebrity guest lost or was made out to be the fool at WrestleMania?  Think Snooki, Floyd Mayweather…it just doesn’t happen.

But this time it will.

And generational bias aside, this is why it irks me to no end when people hate on the Rock as a wrestler.

Rock grew up in the Business.  He understood, like Ric Flair and Shawn Michaels, that ring psychology thrives when you make your opponent look like a superstar.

I ask you, who sold a Stone Cold Stunner better than the Rock?

I ask you again, when Brock Lesnar was pushed to the moon, who (unlike some of his peers) put company first and dropped the belt to make the new guy legitimate?

So as much as I’ll be rooting for the Rock Sunday night, the smart fan in me knows he’s going to do what’s best for business and, in all likelihood, lose clean to John Cena.

But not without being The Most Electrifying Man in Entertainment along the way…

If all goes well, I’ll have a KU post going into Monday night…

ESPN’s documentary ‘The Announcement’ didn’t have too many revelations, but was a bittersweet trip down memory road if you were any kind of Magic Johnson fan.    So how big of a Magic Johnson fan am I?  Well for the uninitiated…

After Michael Jackson, Magic was easily my second biggest childhood idol, and my favorite athlete by far.  The first A I ever received in school was a book report about Magic, pro hoops was the sport my hometown didn’t have so like most black kids I gravitated toward the Lakers (and the lifelong bond was born).  The most infamous childhood photo that hasn’t seen the light of day is me cheesing wearing a varsity jacket style Magic Johnson sweater I got for Christmas while holding my new Light Gun to play ‘Duck Hunt’ on.  Simply stated, Magic was my guy.

So rewatching the press conference where he made his HIV positive announcement was chilling.  I do remember without shame I was one of those who cried my eyes out that day.  It’s hard to properly explain now that double whammy feeling: 1) my favorite athlete was retiring in his prime and 2) we were certain he was going to be dead in a couple of years.  That’s the part we all lived through.  Hearing Magic talk about how he doesn’t think he would have carried on if Cookie would have left him (I can’t imagine the personal stress of not knowing if you’ve also given your wife and unborn child this deadly disease) was nearly as heartbreaking.  As we all know now, she and their son came back negative. Magic became the face of the AIDS education movement, and with his business endeavors, became the lifetime unofficial mayor of L.A. for life.

To the best of my knowledge, no one in my regular social circles is HIV positive. I can only confirm I get tested annually and in spite of my most trifling efforts in my younger days, I remain HIV negative.  In terms of meeting the man himself, that was understandably memorable for me.  Me and Magic worked out at the same gym for a few years, so we did the head nod everyday for months before I finally manned up and introduced myself.  And I couldn’t front, I told the truth, “Magic, you were one of my idols growing up, and it just means the world to me to shake your hand.”  Yeah I simped out completely, but he gave me a firm shake and said, “Thanks, that means a lot.”  And the rest of the day I had a smile on my face like a 5 year old kid and had this playing in my head:

On a serious note Magic, if you’re reading this, thank you for EVERYTHING.  You continue to make us proud!

So as of today, one of the 5 greatest quarterbacks of all time will be free to ‘attempt’ (a word that can’t be used strongly enough) to add a few more years to his first ballot Hall of Fame career.  My team, the Kansas City Chiefs, is one of the teams considered to have a realistic chance at giving Peyton Manning a couple more years to see if he still has it.  Young defense on the rise, solid above average skill players on offense, we definitely have more than some other teams to offer someone who wants to win now (which Peyton is obviously going to want to do.)  I’ve heard skepticism about if it’s in the Chiefs’ best interest to bring Peyton on for a couple of years.  My counter to that is simple: how quickly you forget…


In my lifetime as a Chiefs fan, the ‘good times’ are few and far between.  There have been no Super Bowl championships.  As a matter of fact, I’ve watched all three of my division rivals (the Raiders, the Broncos and the Chargers, THE CHARGERS!) at least make it to Super Bowl Sunday.  My memories are of Lin Elliott.  My memories are of Priest Holmes getting the Bo Jackson injury.  My memories are Herm Edwards screaming ‘WE CAN BUILD ON THIS!!!’ (OK that last one has provided plenty of amusement but you see my point…)

Now do you want to know what my single greatest memory as a Chiefs fan is?  It’s not one of those 2 or 3 playoff victories or that year we needed 8 dominoes to fall on the last day and they all fell and we snuck in the playoffs.  It was October of 94, Monday Night Football, Chiefs at Mile High.  The Original Denver Broncos Quarterback I Couldn’t Stand, John Elway had led his team down the field in the 4th Quarter as he always does, and it looked like I stayed up late for nothing (again).  But this time we had Joe Montana.   Well past his prime, his best days behind him, playing mostly to prove the San Francisco 49ers shouldn’t have pushed him out the door even though he was coming off an injury that everyone had a right to feel had ended his career.  When Joe took us down the field and got us the win in Denver (which we never did in those days), I think I was pumping my fist and yelling as loud as he was.  Going to school the next day and bragging about it to my friends who turned off the game early only made it sweeter (we didn’t have the internet in those days kids).

Joe took us to an AFC Championship Game too of course, but beating one of our worst rivals on their turf is the memory that I hold closest.  You get a chance to get a player who has ‘It’, and maybe gives you a 2 to 3 year window to get to the Super Bowl, you do it.  You just do it.  That’s how I feel.

In the absence of a high quality video of the Monday Night Miracle, I instead offer this clip, which in also one of the greatest moments of my childhood as a Kansas City Sports Fan:

Now Stick That In Your Pipe and Smoke It!

One for the 80s Kids…

I’ve spent the weekend trying to think of the right way to express my feelings toward Whitney Houston.  As I remarked to a buddy of mine (and social media backed it up big time), the sisters loved Whitney Houston like family, so any attempts at sarcasm would get you cut.

Then a few of you reminded me we owe, with little debate, one of the most repeated jokes, black cinema or otherwise, to Miss Houston.  Enjoy.

R.I.P. Whitney Houston.

 

 

So, I want to make my first feature length film…

Step one, as is always the case, was creating the script.  I caught parts of Clooney on the Actors Studio over the weekend, and I agree with his sentiment that you can take a good script and make a bad film out of it, but you can’t turn a bad script into a good movie.  So the first of many sacrifices I’ve been in the process of making has been slashing my social life down to the bone.  By the grace of the Humblebragging Gods, there’s always something to do in this town and somebody I haven’t hung out with in awhile (and that’s not even counting private affairs).   But as I look at the Mountain I’m trying to climb, I’ve become hyper focused again about the difference between spending half my day ‘just chilling’, and half my day writing and rewriting.

So what can I tell you about the story?  Well it’s part stand up style special, part documentary.  From a functional point of view that means the majority of the film can be shot in one day.  I have no dreams of being Louis C.K. or Chris Rock, but especially with this subject matter, using my sense of humor and comedic timing is the absolute way to go.  As I started to think about blueprints, the irony was not lost on me that in many ways I’m going down the path of the original Tyler Perry blueprint (film your stage shows and market the ish out of those bad boys to your core audience).  Not that I’m the type to complete dismiss anyone’s hustle, but I was reminded of one of my favorite lines of Malcolm’s from the Autobiography: ‘…anytime you find someone more successful than you are, especially when you’re both engaged in the same business – you know they’re doing something that you aren’t.’

My superhero alter ego aside, this is also a Mountain that I would be insane to even attempt to climb alone.  I know who I want to direct it, I know who I want for a crew, at the moment I’m satisfied with the list of people I want to interview for the documentary sections of the film, and have little doubt the brothers and sisters I already have a personal relationship with are going to be willing to help.  As I’ve started the early process of building my team, I’ve made sure to drop a little caveat for my non-Muslim friends, of whom I have many: I need your support to make this happen, and you know me well enough to know I’m not ‘seeking’ to burn any bridges.  But that said, the nature of the subject matter and my point of view will rattle somebody’s cages (if I’m doing my job right).  But just because I can say something, I don’t want any of my people to catch heat because they have to answer to some person or group that has no jurisdiction over me.  So I need your support, but if you have to be a ‘silent partner’ or you have to sit back of the theater so your face doesn’t show up on camera, trust, I take no offence.  I’ll be glad to know you have my back.

So the first brick has been laid.  Now, in no particular order, I have to drop at least 10 pounds, perfect a song, touch base with Film Independent, IFP, SAGIndie, research Wichita, get a ‘number’, and start writing the sci-fi story I came to this town to make in the first place.  That’s what I can think of off the top of my head anyway.  I’ve got a big Mountain to climb.

But as the young people say, I’m trending upwards…

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