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Check out the video on Actors Reporter from the Feel Good Film Festival.
http://www.actorsreporter.com/2009/columnists/feel-good-film-festival-the-little-ceo/

I haven’t posted since the film festival, my travels across country, telling jokes at a synagogue, and Southern California going up in flames. Needless to say, I feel much like when you think of a good comeback… only it’s two days after you were dissed. But to be fair all these things I have to share are rockin’ not dissy, so here’s the late recap…

(1) FEEL GOOD FILM FESTIVAL – Fantastic! They did a stellar job — a fun festival with a great message. The yellow carpet was a blast. Our press escort, Jay, brought us to where we needed to go. I did most of the talking, but Vince, DP extraordinaire, did an interview in French. Then they turned to me and said, “Were you in his movie?” Hehe. A word of advice to you novice people, like myself– As good as they look, don’t drink the free blue vodka drink before a slew of press interviews. Get the vodka, hold the blue, or your tongue will look like Christian Slater served you a morning cocktail Heathers-style.

Little CEO played well on the big screen (thank you Josh Stevens for the DigiBeta help!), and we had a nice group who came out. Awesome that the actors were there representing: Ruby Wendell, Paul Swetland, Arianna Armstrong, and the star, Samuel Karplus, with his dad and sister. Thank you, too, to my friends and family who also came. Was a rockin’ turnout, and I am very grateful for all those who made it out. It’s been a lovely learning experience and I met a lot of wonderful filmmakers and musicians in the process. Blah Blah Blah.

(2) STAND-UP AT THE SYNAGOGUE- If you know anything about the Los Angeles comedy scene, you know that getting your chops means performing at any number of ungodly places: Laundromats, Youth Hostels, Homeless Shelters, AA Meetings, and worst of all, Comedy Clubs. So finally, I perform at a godly place… Visiting my mom in Illinois, I get a call from a friend who is doing a show and would I want to perform. “Um, YEAH!” I had about 5 hours to figure out what jokes I have or could write to play on a rainy Sunday night in Central Illinois, at of all places, a Temple. Dykes on Bykes– Scratch. Kiddie Porn– probably not. Farting at the gym– maybe, rabbis love that one. Considering the limitations, my set went over really well. Loved being able to make local references, and was really grateful to be a part of the night.

This is how I will always remember the summer of ‘69– 5769, that is.