Author Archive for Vincent Hannam

03
May
12

Baseball on the Fourth of July

Nothing Finer Than the National Pastime

July 5, 2011

On Monday, July 4th, the DPS boys gathered at Georgia Park in St. Cloud, FL to celebrate our Independence with a full out nine inning game. Such a game had never been attempted, and in the end proved a major success. Despite the 90 degree summer sun, the game was blessed with a large rain cloud providing a cool overcast through the first eight innings.

Taking the field this day were the Injuns, headed by Max Hannam (his first managed game in over a year) and the Cavalry led by none other than Vincent Hannam. As could be expected by the their namesakes, the game was not easily fought, resembling more of a battle by the end.

The Cavalry charged ahead early with a 7-1 lead and in the bottom of the 2nd, pitcher Armando Rivera continued his impressive performance by holding Injun hitters to just one more earned run. However, the tide soon turned after the Injun’s came away on the winning side of several controversial and critical plays- including one when Cavalry runner, Roger Thacher, was called out after a close slide at second base; this coupled with Joe Williams replacing Max at the mound, completely hobbled Cavalry hitters as Williams struck out two and held runners to their bases.

At the top of the eighth inning, the Cavalry were down 13-12 and everyone knew the game would come down to the wire. As expected in the constantly fluctuating tide of war, by the time they were done they had scored five runs to sit 18-13 and were subsequently matched in the bottom of the frame with five Injun runs.

The two embattled squads were now heading into the ninth inning with a tied ballgame and the Cavalry knew this would be their last stand. Staring them down, however, was Joe Williams. The first Cavalryman up was Armando Rivera who soon struck out, but Roger Thacher benefited from a fumbled ball by first baseman Ed Rivera and safely reached first. Proven hitter, Shane Burger was then up, but he too fell victim to Williams’ fastball. Next to hit was Vincent Hannam and on an 0-2 count, connected with a high fly ball to center that miraculously bounced from Colton Carter’s glove ans scored Thacher from first. Hannam was now on third base and clean up hitter, Lucas Rolison came to the plate. Previously in the game, Rolison had connected with a pitch to launch it towards the moon and beyond the outfield trees marking a new distance record but that ball had been ruled foul; Williams was to pitch aggressively nonetheless. His gamble paid off as Rolison uncharacteristically struck out, stranding the runner at third.

After only scoring one run, the odds seemed daunting for the Cavalry defense and after Ed Rivera lined out, the Injun onslaught began as first Hannam missed a ground ball and finally Thacher missed a Joe Williams flyball to center. It was all that was needed, as Williams hit a walk-off triple to end the game 20-19 in favor of the Injuns.

24
Apr
12

Actor’s Prayer

Holy St Genesius,
martyr for Christ,
by the grace of the Holy Spirit
through your acting
you came to discover
the truth of the Christian faith.
In your first profession of that faith
you were baptized through the shedding
of your blood,
offering your life for the praise and glory
of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Pray for those who dedicate their lives
to the theatrical and cinematic arts.
Like you may they find the presence
of the Lord in their work
and generously open their hearts
to his teaching,
living it in the midst of the challenges
and demands of their calling.

Amen.

13
Apr
12

Thoughts on Acting: Location

Recently I have been thinking more and more about Chicago- again, I know- and how I ultimately would like to settle down in Chi-town as a professional actor. Of course I was doing my semi-ritualistic viewings of Steppenwolf, The Goodman, Lookingglass, etc. and even apartment hunting in the Lakeview neighborhood (Wrigleyville, no less), but today I realized now more than ever I need to actually visit the city and get a feel for it.

I’ve read a million articles, blogs, and posts about how culturally wonderful it is, how you don’t need a car, the parks, museums, etc, and while that is alredy enough for me to pack my bags, I have got to get on a damn plane and see for myself. And guess what? I will have that time this coming Fall when I am not in school. See ya at the Biograph.

With all that said, I was having a wonderful lunch at the Moat today with an alumn of UCF Theatre named Jenny A. and her fiance. Now, Jenny is a beautiful, fantastically talent actress, with a lot of insight on the business and what she offered to  us today was the conception of location. After she graduated (in 2005) she moved striaght to Los Angeles, she did have a connection, and was able to find a career on the boards. Right now, however, she spends a lot of her time in New York and does agree that if you want to do theatre do not move to LA. Everything else though, she dispelled quite passionately.

I’be heard it before and I feel like every young actor has as well: New York is too hard, you can’t break in, and Chicago is where you’ll be able to make a name for yourself. Too which, Jenny said, “Screw that.” She drove home a very good (and obvious) point that I hadn’t fully realized yet.

NO WHERE IS IT EASY.

Acting is extremely hard no matter what city you’re in and most of the time, whether it’s in New York, L.A., or Chicago, it’s going to be who you know and being in the right place at the right time. How classic an idea. Someone then brought up they heard that if you rack up a lot of Chicago credits they won’t “transfer” to New York. Her retort was, they hey, if you’re good enough to get those credits then you’ll impress them in the NY room. Another terrifically obvious revelation!

Also, she said it is a lot of schmoozing, which I totally accept as the business side of the art, but the trick with that is to know what you are talking about. Every producer and director at the after party is going to assume that you’re another dumb actor and that you don’t realize they just produced Rent. Her advice, therefore, is to do your homework and surprise them with your vast knowledge of current goings-on in the film and theatre world.

With all that said, it’s a small world and an even smaller business, so be friendly, dedicated, and patient- good things come to those who wait, no matter what city you’re in.

31
Mar
12

Civil Seas

January 11, 1861

St. Augustine 

The ocean battered the barnacle infested banks of the fort as the sun rose, as only it does on a Florida coast. Before long the sleepy town of St. Augustine was awash in a brilliant haze of reds and oranges as roosters crowed and bells tolled.

This morning, however, new sounds joined the routine. Tones of excitement and hope, and yet a sadly ironic harbinger of the pains to come. Men and women who were already awake began to read the notices hastily tacked on to the doors and trees, and as they read, their sounds added to the gradual crescendo of noise rapidly filling the streets.

Now the bells really began to clang as woops and hollers began erupting from every store front and residential window. A gang of children unaccustomed to anything this early but milking cows, began setting off firecrackers. Drums rattled, horses charged, and above it all the cannons at the ancient fort silenced it all for a just a moment with a round of volleys that shook the air.

The pastoral sounds of routine had been replaced with the cacophony of revolution and the cries of independence!

31
Mar
12

Atlanta Campaign, 2012

This past weekend I found the completely new in the (what I thought) was the totally regular. I took a weekend trip to Atlanta, Georgia with one of my best friends, Terrance Jackson, and together we saw a lot of pretty interesting sights. First of all, I gotta say that Atlanta is like no other town I’ve ever been too. And for arguments sake, I will consider New York City and London in their own categories because, let’s face it, no other city can compete.

So therefore, Atlanta was totally awesome with its own unique vibe and culture. I have never seen a city in the South with so many skyscrapers before, with so many theatres, and so much history. Following the main strip, Peachtree Street through downtown, you can take all of this in and more. The Fabulous Fox Theatre’s marquee was glowing, restaurants were alive, and the buildings were loomed above like canyons. The only thing I will say though is that driving through this metropolis is a nightmare for the rookie traveler but after so many trips into the fray, I got used to it (somewhat).

However, the trip obviously started before then at a place I like to call Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, where we picked up a dozen hot and fresh for the road and then we hit that road for all of eight hours. Now what happened on this drive? I witnessed something I have ALWAYS dreamed of beholding- the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile- as it headed south on I-75. I almost cried because somehow I missed it coming and only caught it in my rear mirror…. we will meet again one day, Wienermobile.

We arrived in Atlanta, a town I had only driven through before- never stopped, and made camp at the humble abode of Terrance’s cousin’s house. They live a little ways outside the city, but it was still a quick drive into the downtown metro area. That night we did indeed drive into the city to visit the reason why we were there in the first place- the audition at the Georgia Shakespeare theatre company. Terrance had an audition and I was willing to drive him up because there was always a chance that I could also audition. Well, of course Fate has a funny way of doing things and that’s just what happened! They were able to squeeze me in the next night, right before Terrance.

Anyways, after our look-see around the theatre, we then traveled down Peachtree and took in the sights and sounds of downtown Atlanta. The aforementioned Fox and a trumpet player on a street corner! It was all just really cool, but unfortunately, after such a long day of travels, Terrance and I were both really bushed and really just wanted to get back to our rooms and sleep a long slumber.

The next day, on Sunday, we pretty much just relaxed at his cousins house and prepared for our auditions. However, we did take a drive around a neighborhood of the city called Buckhead, where all the rich people live, and man the houses that I saw there just blew me away. Unbelievably large and gorgeous homes. Also that day, I had dinner at the house with them and enjoyed some very good southern cooking.

Finally, that night we had our auditions at Georgia Shakespeare and I gotta say that it went really well for the both of us and we were very confident leaving the theatre. But we both know all too well that nothing is assured until we hear from them so we will see.

The next morning on Monday, we embarked out of Atlanta but not before visiting the Martin Luther King, Jr. National Historic Site on Auburn Street. This was definitely the greatest thing I saw on this trip, because I never knew it was there. The childhood home he was born/ grew up in, Ebeneezer Baptist Church where he preached, a museum of course, and a reflection pond where Dr. King and his wife, Coretta, are entombed with an eternal flame. It was all very awe-inspiring and special to take in and I was truly touched by it all. I highly recommend the site for anyone visiting Atlanta.

After that, we got back on the road and six and a half hours later arrived safely back in Orlando, glad to be home, but thankful for all we had accomplished and seen on our weekend roadtrip.

12
Mar
12

Isn’t There a Band Called the Dead Presidents?

Here is a list of the great Americans I have had the privilege to honor in person:

GEORGE WASHINGTON MOUNT VERNON, VA

THOMAS JEFFERSON MONTICELLO, VA

ANDREW JACKSON THE HERMITAGE- NASHVILLE, TN 

JAMES K. POLK STATE CAPITAL BUILDING- NASHVILLE, TN 

JOHN F. KENNEDY ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY- WASHINGTON, D.C.

And then this summer I’ll be paying a visit to….

ANDREW JOHNSON GREENEVILLE, TN 

WILLIAM HOWARD TAFT ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY- WASHINGTON, D.C.

ULYSSES S. GRANT NEW YORK, NY 

JOHN ADAMS QUINCY, MA

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS QUINCY, MA

MARTIN VAN BUREN KINDERHOOK, NY

…. among others to be determined.


23
Feb
12

Swan Songs I Have Seen- Feature Films

Fred Astaire- Ghost Story, 1981

James Cagney- Ragtime, 1981

James Dean- Giant, 1956

Clark Gable- The Misfits, 1961

Burt Lancaster- Field of Dreams, 1989

Marilyn Monroe- The Misfits, 1961

Paul Newman- Road to Perdition, 2002/ Cars, 2006

Pat O’Brien- Ragtime, 1981

Edward G. Robinson- Soylent Green, 1973

Spencer Tracy- Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, 1967

John Wayne- The Shootist, 1976

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Bogart, 21/73

Flynn, 19/53

Newman, 16/57

Gable, 15/68

Robinson, 15/86

Cagney, 14/62

Brando, 12/39

Stewart, 11/ a lot

Tracy, 10/a lot

20
Feb
12

Tree House

Year: The present. 

Time: July 3

JOHNNY is a young kid, about ten years old, and he is alone on stage staring up at a magnificent tree house that his father has just built. He is shaking with excitement and nearly jumps out if his skin when his older sister MAGGIE comes into the backyard. She is a teenager. 

MAGGIE

WOW!

JOHNNY

Can you believe it? It’s done! It’s done!

MAGGIE

Just in time, too!

JOHNNY

For what?

MAGGIE

Why do you think Dad’s been buying all those fireworks?

JOHNNY

Ohhh, of course! I’m gonna have the best view in the neighborhood from there! (He realizes all the kids are gonna want to come to his tree house) oh no, that means everyone’s gonna want to come up… and there sisters!

Maggie starts to chase Johnny around the base of the tree. 

MAGGIE

Hey, you brat!

They’re still running. 

JOHNNY

Dad forgot to build a ladder!

Still running until Johnny trips and falls over a root- it has visibly hurt him. 

JOHNNY

Gahh!

MAGGIE

Johnny, are you okay?

JOHNNY

Go away!

MAGGIE

Let me look. Oh, it’s just a bruise, thank God.

JOHNNY

It still hurts like a bitch.

Johnny realizes that he has just said a very bad word and that Maggie is going to go tell on him. Maggie realizes the same thing and can’t wait to tell on him. 

MAGGIE

Johnny!

She exits. 

Dad!!

Johnny turns to the tree and starts to climb it. 

JOHNNY

I can’t believe he forgot the ladder!

END SCENE ONE.

09
Jan
12

Sam

We  meet our protagonist, DAN, as he sits shifty and nervously across the desk from several powerful movie studio executives. They are reading through a script he has given them. Finally after much silence, the head boss sitting down, announces.

HEAD BOSS

It’s a piece of shit.

DAN

But-

HEAD BOSS

I SAID… it’s garbage. Rewrite it or take it to Universal, they’ll produce anything these days.

Dan is speechless and powerless. He slowly gets out of his chair and retreats out of the room. When he gets to the door, however, he turns and with an unusual gust of bravery, speakes his mind.

DAN

Mr. Boss, to be frank, this is a straight up detective movie. Film Noir at its most refined. Now I’m not proclaiming it’s a masterpiece or even an Oscar winner, which would be a one reason for your rejection, but sir, how does the man who attaches his name to “The Bumblee Stampede” even remotely thinks this script is anything but worthy. For… for… years I have labored at the keyboard to bring this to you at your very own…. commision! The plot is simple yet compelling, I’ve infused action and wit on an “Iron Man” level, for Christ sake the part was written for Matt Damon and…. and.. the girls ride motorcycles! So may I ask what is wrong with this movie!??

The room is deathly silent. The standing producers are at a loss for words. The Big Boss stands now, seemingly dwarfing Dan with his presence, and throws the script on the floor. It lands on the first page of dialogue and we see that the hero’s name is “SAM EAGLE.” Dan doesn’t get it and the Big Boss explodes.

BIG BOSS

Is this a fucking joke! Some screenwriter’s idea of a making a fool of me?? SAM FUCKING EAGLE??? Get your sorry, no good, ego-ridden, Yale-wasted, puny shit-for-brains asshole out of my office before I make you choke on this.

Dan is gone in a hurry, leaving the script on the floor. The Big Boss picks it up and hands it to another producer.

BIG BOSS

Call Disney and sell it to them. I’d like to see Sam Eagle in this actually.

THE END

 

 

07
Jan
12

Kafka Dreamin’

Tom is a college age bachelor sitting in his apartment by himself. He is cramming for an exam and it is not going well. Tom grows agitated and tosses his textbook to the floor. An exclamation is heard coming from the book.

VOICE

Hey, watch it!

TOM

Huh?

Tom gets up and picks up the book, examining it.

VOICE

Down here, stupid!

Tom looks down and sees the source of the voice. It is a cockroach. He can scarcely believe it.

TOM

What the hell??

ROACH

Yeah, that’s what I said when I saw your face!

TOM

But you’re a talking cockroach!

ROACH

And you’re ugly.

TOM

I’m ugly?

ROACH

There has to be some reason I don’t see any babes around.

TOM

I happen to be studying for an exam I have… in five hours… crap.

ROACH

You don’t say! What subject?

TOM

Women in the Middle Ages.

ROACH

Oh buddy, you must be desperate! Well, I don’t know nothing about Medieval chicks, but as for the 21st century I got ya covered.

TOM

But… you’re a cockroach!

ROACH

Yeah… about that-

At that moment a flash of light emanates off screen and a full grown man appears. His name is Charlie.

TOM

What the hell is going on!!

CHARLIE

It’s called transfiguration and you can call me Charlie. Now first things first, let’s check out the wardrobe. Come on, stinky!

Charlie exits into the bedroom. Tom remains seated and is in complete shock.

CHARLIE

Hey stinky! Do you mind if I have some friends over? They should be here any minute.

At that moment a doorbell is heard and Tom goes to answer the door. He opens it to only be engulfed by a swarm of roaches and other insects. Tom wakes up on the couch in a panick- he has been dreaming. Just as he recovers he thinks he sees a cockroach on the floor but he’s mistaken. As he begins to start reading again, however, the figure of Charlie slowly rises behind him.

THE END




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