When we were putting Showing Up together, Riad and I decided we would not appear in the film. It was more important for us to simply be the messengers; the “invisible” characters in the telling of our story, whatever form the narrative took. Several people have asked since it was released why I didn’t tell my audition stories or share how I feel about the process and the answer has always been the same: I told it through the actors I wanted to honor in the film. We also didn’t want to be tasked with the added burden of deciding which and how much of our contributions were worthy of inclusion. It was hard enough to cut 100 hours of interviews of actors down to 80 minutes. Like any other actor who has been at it for awhile I’ve got my “war stories” and moments of inspiration, success and failure, and I’m certainly not shy about relating them. But I felt it was more important to be the listener in the conversation – one of the most important things one must be as an actor, as those who do it well know - and it turned out well for the story but I do have one I’ve always wanted to share.
Foundation ThinkAgain! is the organization - led by our friend Patty Kerrigan - who stood with Seamus, Riad and myself during our journey, every step of the way. We literally would not have made it through without her help. They do so much for children and families affected by cancer and brain tumors.
They are hosting a "Bowling for Brains" fundraising event on February 6th in Studio City, CA. If you bowl, sign up and get out. If not, here's the link to donate; you know the drill.
Recorded as part of Spinout Records' new show "The Process".
What I find most astounding, unbelievable - and disturbing, really - in the wake of the Supreme Court decision on marriage equality is that fundamentalist politicians, because they have the pulpit and megaphone and drive policy momentum, use their religion to openly, brazenly, defy the law.
My son, Seamus, submitted an essay to the Cancer Support Community Valley/Ventura/Santa Barbara inaugural essay contest. He won 1st prize. Here is his letter to cancer:
Dear Cancer, It’s Me, by Seamus Morrison
It’s me, the boy whose dreams you shattered, whose innocence you soiled, and body you stomped on. I have something to say about that.