The Young Man

You know my son.

Well, you know of him.

You know what I’ve written, you may have seen the post of one of his old poems to me, and you’ve seen pictures of him.

He’s an actor, you know, my son.

During his sophomore year in high school, he joined a spoken word club. He and a class-mate formed a spoken word team and they won a school sponsored competition. The team performed outside of school at local venues; coffee shops, clubs, and the like. One of the drama teachers caught wind of Michael’s performance, and suggested he take a drama class. During his junior year he auditioned for three plays and got roles in each one, playing the lead at least once. Over the course of the next year he was in several more plays, performed in poetry in many more venues. Somewhere in the midst of all this performing he made the choice to attend Columbia College, where he continued in the same way he finished high school. He was in no fewer than two shows a year through-out college and since graduating has had a number of acting jobs and though

I haven’t seen any of his writing since he moved out two years ago, I know he’s writing, still.
Now, though he isn’t able to make a living through acting alone, he’s developing a repertoire of work and a following among the Chicago theater community. They guy is a networking fiend, I tell ya.

I’ve mentioned before he’s garnered a role that has fascinated him since high school. The play, currently in rehearsals, opens to previews next Thursday. I’ll be in attendance on opening night, Sunday, the 26th after which, I’m sure I’ll have more to say. In the meantime, hear a bit of what he has to say.