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The Other Brian Farrell by Brian Farrell

I got a call from the post-production producer of the new show 666 Park Avenue about an hour before I was going to drive over to Warner Brothers to work on my first ADR looping session, which is basically background work for voiceover actors, but it’s very lucrative work.  This producer, who is a friend of mine, tells me that there is a red flag on my name and that security needs to see my drivers license to make sure I’m not another Brian Farrell who is banned from the lot.  He asks me in jest, “Are you a communist?”  No! Suddenly, I’m terrified that I might have pissed off somebody in power enough that they would put me on the Hollywood blacklist, which I don’t even think exists anymore since the McCarthy era, but I still find myself scrolling through the rolodex in my head of people I might have offended and I eventually choose to let it go and let the cards fall as they may when I show my drivers license to security. There was a part of me that thought it would be cool to actually be banned from a major studio. It felt punk rock.  Was I not allowed to work in Hollywood because I said or did some cool controversial stuff?

When I hand the security guards my license, they both start laughing.  I ask them, “Was there another Brian Farrell who wreaked some havoc on this lot?” They tell me “Oh yeah!’ I asked them what he did and they said “What DIDN’T he do?!”  The only info they gave me was that his crime was mostly theft and it happened 20 years ago. 

Maybe it was this guy?

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I remember when I joined the Screen Actors Guild years ago that I couldn’t have the name Brian Farrell because there already was a Brian Farrell in SAG, so I unoriginally went with the three name actor name, Brian Patrick Farrell.

This is me:

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I wonder if I’ve lost some work because of this other Brian Farrell who went berserk and got banned from the studios.  I imagine it takes a lot to be banned from a studio.  I wonder what he did.  I want to know the specifics. 

The Slow Ride Party -by Brian Farrell

Best Party: Hands down, the Slow Ride Party my junior year in high school at Dan Merrill’s house on the North Shore of Chicago. Dan’s parents were out of town and we threw the best party in the history of Illinois suburbia.

The Slow Ride Party. After rocking out in my band The Suicidal Kings in the local Jr. High cafeteria for all those little kids who were loving us like we were demigods, we went back to Dan Merrill’s house for the after party, which turned into The Slow Ride party because some joker, probably Tony DeLio, set the cd player to some repeat mode on the Foghat song Slow Ride. While annoying at first, it soon became a thing..we found ourselves singing along all night “SLOW RIDE! TAKE IT EASY!!” over and over again. Every time someone would fix the settings on the cd player, another joker, most likely Tony DeLio again, would set it back to repeat of “Slow Ride” and it was simply awesome. It was the perfect party. Dan’s parents were out of town. Cops never showed up. Neighbors didn’t complain. We had our friends, various weirdos, babes, cool kids, nerds, dweebs, all walks of life…Dimitri was there…and our instruments were there too to jam on. I kept my drums there in Dan’s basement permanently. We used to practice at my place, but one day I came home to find my drums strewn out all over the front lawn. I must have pissed off my father again for some reason or another. But Dan’s basement ended up being the appropriate place for my drums. His basement was epic. Day-glo posters everywhere. Black lights and Lava lamps. Strobe lights. Incense forever being burned. It was a stoner’s paradise.

We all got wasted at the Slow Ride Party. Ouzo, Metaxa, Beer, SoCo. There’s video footage of us sloppily singing Slow Ride somewhere. Also, I won’t ever hear the end of my friends telling me how I went on a diatribe about Coca-cola Classic that night. About how Classic Coke is, it’s the most classic of all cokes. More classic than Diet Coke. See? It says “classic” on the can. It’s classic Coca-cola. It even says how classic it is. All night, inbetween Slow Ride choruses, I apparently was talking about how classic Coca-cola is.

To understand The Slow Ride Party is to understand my high school crew that I was running with. By the way, this was all the precursor to my days of rocking out on the Sunset Strip in my Guns N’ Roses Tribute band. I was Duff McKagan for three years of my adult life.  My rock school training was being the drummer in my high school rock band: The Suicidal Kings…like the playing card…Suicidal King.  We played for YMCAs, junior high schools and random high school events and we rocked them all silly.  Jr High kids would be crowd surfing and going bonkers during our songs.  We had some originals like “E-minor to D” and “There is no Dog” (“Dog” is “God” spelled backwards..we were really clever) but we mostly covered songs from bands like Nirvana, Guns N’ Roses, Soundgarden, CCR, Black Sabbath, & Aerosmith.

Dan Merrill was our visionary frontman in the Suicidal Kings and he was the single best rock singer/live performer I have ever worked with or seen.  Dan had a decent enough voice, but his stage antics were legendary.  He would bring a full rack of clothes to our gigs and change outfits before every song.  He’d be in a blue leisure suit in one song, and then a spandex unitard in the next.  Not only did he have an elaborate wardrobe, but he also had props he would sing with.  We covered Black Sabbath’s “Hand of Doom” and Dan would bring out a life-size blow-up Gumby doll and sing the entire song to it.  By the end of the song, Dan would be beating the crap out of that doll.  It was a spectacle.  Dan also had a velvet painting of Elvis and a giant yellow wooden smiley face (with a bullet hole in its forehead) that he would bring on stage with him.  He utitlized the cordless mic as well running all over the place like Axl Rose in an arena.

Ward was our bassist. We called him “Flav” like Flava Flav from Public Enemy or that reality show Flavor of the Month.  Ward/Flav had a cool laid back stage presence and he got the job done. He’s a lawyer in Colorado now.  Flav’s a lawyer.

Jay was one of our two guitarists.  Jay had long curly hair like Cliff Burton (Metallica’s first bassist) and he was a technical genius when it came to guitar.  Dude could solo!  He played shirtless showing off his washboard abs to all the ladies in the crowd.

Dean Thanos (very cool name..”Thanos” or “Thanatos” in Greek means “Death”) Dean was our other guitarist.  I had a lot of Greek friends in high school.  Dean Thanos, Peter Contos, Sofoklis Drosos, George Nickolopolous…

I had a beautiful Greek girlfriend too, Nicole.  Her and I used to play hooky from school so we could make it in her mother’s Aerostar minivan and that was awesome.  I learned how to speak a little Greek too.  I’d say “Ti kanis, to prathe tha pow exo me ti Nicoletta,” which I think means “Hi, tonight I’m going out with my Nicole.” I’m Irish.

The Suicidal Kings, we always had plenty of prasino, which is Greek for green…prasino was our codeword for reefer.  Stoners have codewords for reefer and I still to this day think ours was the best.

Our band had a lighting rig that was designed by our pal George Nickolopolous replete with lighting towers and giant boxes with clear plastic tops that our guitarists could stand on, have a spotlight shine up at them and a fan to dramatically blow their hair back during a solo.

Despite being the finest lighting technician among high schoolers, George Nickolopolous is best known and remembered for the shopping cart of booze that he purchased for us from a Chicago liquor store at the age of 15.  George could grow a full beard at age 15 and he used it to buy booze for us.  Seeing George Nickolopolous walking out of that liquor store with a shopping cart full of booze and a huge grin on his face was priceless.  We drank that booze in Dan Merrill’s parents house all night!

Then there was Sofoklis Drosos, he was at the Slow Ride party, friend of the band. I used to carpool with Sof to early bird physics and we’d drink Metaxa and sit in the back of class with our sunglasses on. Metaxa is a delicious Greek booze.

But back to Dean. Dean was a great guitarist.  He played those speedy solos like Steve Vai or Yngwie Malmsteen if you know who those guys are. Dean would sometimes give Dan a break and sing “Outshined” by Soundgarden and he sounded just like Chris Cornell.  I remember loving the breakdown in that song, because it’s only the drums, a little bit of guitar and the singer jamming out.  I would always drag it out about 10 measures too long and Dean would always look back at me as if to say “Dude, that part of the song is over already..”  But I loved the breakdown in that song so much I didn’t want it to end.  Outshined…that’s a great song.

Dean’s cousin Dimitri was in his mid-20’s and he used to hang out with us high school kids.  It was kinda creepy, but kinda awesome. Dimitri was from Greece and it was always a treat to have Dimitri in the country. We’d all proclaim “DIMITRI!”  I loved talking to Dimitri on the phone. Deano would say, “Hey Brian, Dimitri wants to talk to you.” And I’d be like, “yes!”Dimitri would say “Hello, this is Dimitri, I have an ounce of prasino.”  


Us all being in our mid-30s now, we recently reunited the Suicidal Kings at Dan Merrill’s rehearsal dinner for his wedding.  Sadly enough, we all air-played our instruments on stage to a karaoke version of Slow Ride.  It was great to see the boys again, but it wasn’t the same.  We’ve all gone our separate ways since high school.  We’ll be friends forever, but the Suicidal Kings are a thing of the past only to be lived on as a memory.

Happy Music -by Brian Farrell
We all have rituals in our lives.  Allow me to highlight a beautiful window into one of the rituals I once had on Sunday mornings in Los Angeles’ Koreatown. My musician friend Kevin Pugh lived in Koreatown next to a liquor store and a musical instrument shop called Happy Music.  By God, you’d never catch that potbellied  owner of Happy Music, Eun Yong Chong, without an infectious good-natured smile on his face. Chong and Kevin became great friends and set up a weekly ritual of playing music together on Sunday mornings. As were several other close friends, I was cordially invited to these sessions and never missed a Sunday.   Chong would allow us to have free reign of all of the instruments in Happy Music.  We could play as loud and as long as we wanted, but the only rule was that the music had to be happy. No angry or sad or any other emotion was allowed to be played…only happy music was permitted. It was such fun experiementing on the flute or drums or mandolin or whatever instrument you wanted to try to play. You could just pick up any old instrument and jam.  Chong would jam with us too and he would always want to play a certain three chord song that we all wrote together.  That song was called Creative Sonic Power.  Chong loved to say loudly and with gusto into the mic “Les play CREATIVE SONIC POWER!” and we’d jam on three chords for hours.  Unfortunately, Chong’s small music shop didn’t survive the economy and became Happy Shoe Repair.  I was, however, bestowed the Happy Music store sign which I cherish as one of my most prized possessions.  The sign is hanging proudly on a prominent wall in my apartment.
Where are they now?
Kevin is happily married with his wonderful wife, Rachel, and they play music together.  For more info, visit www.kevinpugh.com I went on to portray Duff Mckagan for three years in a Guns N’ Roses tribute band and pursued a career as a stand up comedian/actor/writer. I’ve lost touch with Chong, but I’m sure he’s enjoying his life somewhere.

Happy Music -by Brian Farrell

We all have rituals in our lives.  Allow me to highlight a beautiful window into one of the rituals I once had on Sunday mornings in Los Angeles’ Koreatown. My musician friend Kevin Pugh lived in Koreatown next to a liquor store and a musical instrument shop called Happy Music.  By God, you’d never catch that potbellied  owner of Happy Music, Eun Yong Chong, without an infectious good-natured smile on his face. Chong and Kevin became great friends and set up a weekly ritual of playing music together on Sunday mornings. As were several other close friends, I was cordially invited to these sessions and never missed a Sunday.   Chong would allow us to have free reign of all of the instruments in Happy Music.  We could play as loud and as long as we wanted, but the only rule was that the music had to be happy. No angry or sad or any other emotion was allowed to be played…only happy music was permitted. It was such fun experiementing on the flute or drums or mandolin or whatever instrument you wanted to try to play. You could just pick up any old instrument and jam.  Chong would jam with us too and he would always want to play a certain three chord song that we all wrote together.  That song was called Creative Sonic Power.  Chong loved to say loudly and with gusto into the mic “Les play CREATIVE SONIC POWER!” and we’d jam on three chords for hours.  Unfortunately, Chong’s small music shop didn’t survive the economy and became Happy Shoe Repair.  I was, however, bestowed the Happy Music store sign which I cherish as one of my most prized possessions.  The sign is hanging proudly on a prominent wall in my apartment.

Where are they now?

Kevin is happily married with his wonderful wife, Rachel, and they play music together.  For more info, visit www.kevinpugh.com

I went on to portray Duff Mckagan for three years in a Guns N’ Roses tribute band and pursued a career as a stand up comedian/actor/writer.

I’ve lost touch with Chong, but I’m sure he’s enjoying his life somewhere.

Events Subsequent To John Eun Showing Up To My Tenth Birthday Party -by Brian Farrell

When I was growing up in Marietta Georgia, I was a skateboarder.  For my tenth birthday, I had a skater-themed birthday party.  If you came to my birthday party, you had to bring a skateboard, because that would be the main activity of the day.  I thought it was a pretty awesome idea, except not all of my friends were skaters.  For example, my Korean friend, John Eun, was not a skateboarder.  I had many a fun night making action/adventure home videos and playing Legend of Zelda with John, but never once did we ever skateboard together.  This didn’t stop John Eun from attending my skater-themed birthday party.  John had his mother buy him one of those cheap generic skateboards from Toys R Us…a Nash.  All the cool kids knew if you had a Nash skateboard, you were a poser and a cheapskate (pun intended).  All my other friends and I had Tony Hawks, Christina Hosois, Mike Vallelys…the top of the line Powell Peralta Bones Brigade boards, but Nash was a Toys R Us brand skateboard and only nerds rolled on Nashes.  John Eun’s mother, who bought him this skateboard at the last minute just so he could attend my birthday party, didn’t know this though, and neither did John, but he was allowed to be at my birthday party, because he brought a skateboard with him.  We tried to abstain from calling him a poser out of respect for him just merely wanting to fit in.

Off we go into the neighborhood to rip it up on our hip boards, and John Eun on his Nash.  My neighborhood had a lot of hills, which were fun to skate on, but there was one hill that was just enormous.  There we were are at the top of this behemoth of a paved suburban road.  My Dutch friend, Mark Van der Wall, riding a custom-made Mike Vallely with Independant trucks and Screaming OJ wheels says “Sayonara!” and bombs the hill.  Tommy Black, riding the latest Christian Hosoi model with Independent trucks and Slime Ball wheels says “Later dudes!” and Tommy Black proceeds to carve down the hill.  My other two friends do a similar dance and then it’s just me and John Eun up there.  I tell John to just walk down and that it was too steep of hill, but I couldn’t get through to him.  He had a stone cold look of determination and terror.  His pride was on the line.  I was hoping he would walk down the hill, but I somehow knew that John was determined to fit in to the group and wouldn’t heed my warning.  I shake my head signifying “whatever” and skate down the hill on my Tony Hawk board that had Independent trucks and Slime Ball wheels. We are all now at the bottom of this paved mountain…all of us except John Eun who is still standing at the top of the hill.  We yell from the bottom “JUST WALK DOWN JOHN! IT’S TOO STEEP!!!”  John stands up there for awhile frozen in thought and then he steps on his Nash skateboard, not the traditional way of standing on a skateboard which is one foot in front of the other, but like he’s standing on a scale…feet side by side.  John slowly he starts to roll down the hill ever-so-slightly gaining speed.  John’s Nash starts to wobble and once your board gets the wobbles, you’re done for.  John starts screaming with terror.  He’s now flying down the hill wobbling up a storm.  He should’ve jumped off his board as soon as it started to wobble, but he stayed the coarse and about halfway down the hill John’s Nash hits a pebble sending John sailing in the air and eating pavement.

John was so banged up from this fall, his mother had to pick him up early from the birthday party.  We all felt bad for John. When his mother picked him up, she gave me such a look of disappointment and fury, I’m still haunted by it.  It’s a miracle John didn’t break any bones, but he had scabs and scars for weeks after the incident.

I blame Nash skateboards.

I play Jake Johnson’s friend in this interview directed by Nick Jasonovec.

My Best of Second City Callback -by Brian Farrell

I learned something about myself at a callback for a Best of The Second City show this week.  This was a really cool opportunity to act in some super funny scenes written by the Second City greats and because I’m a Second City LA conservatory graduate, I was afforded the opportunity to audition.  I showed up for the initial audition with some hesitation, because it wasn’t a paying gig and I honestly didn’t think the scenes would be funny or relevant, but I am working on cultivating a more open mind.  After reading the scenes, I laughed out loud they were so funny.  My pretentious nature when it comes to comedy had been challenged by reading these great comedy sketches. My high regard for the institution of The Second City was reinforced.  Greats like Chris Farley, Tina Fey, Steve Carell, Bill Murray, and Rachel Dratch trained at The Second City.  I was really excited to get the callback. 

The director, who was a Second City Mainstage director, gave us some inspirational words before the audition, which is extremely rare in Hollywood.  The typical protocol for an audition in Hollywood is to start with “Any questions? No, great, whenever you’re ready..” And then at the end of your audition it’s “Thanks.”  That’s it.  The audition process in Hollywood has been distilled to the business of impersonal efficiency and this was not the case at my Second City callback.  This director’s speech began with “My agent in Chicago always said, ‘Your job as an actor is to get the callback.  If you get the callback, you did your job and the rest is out of your hands.’”  He went on to say that we should feel free to play and have fun at his callback.  I like this philosophy, but you still need to do your job as an actor at the callback.  However, I appreciated his effort to rid us of any nervousness. The next thing this director said was “I’m casting The Avengers (metaphorically speaking), and in The Avengers there’s a character who is a sniper, Hawkeye.  I’m not looking for a Superman or a Wolverine, even though they are superheros too.  I’m looking for specific characters for this show, so if you don’t get cast in this show, it doesn’t mean you’re not a superhero.”

This was a cool speech and I couldn’t help but think to myself that I’m just the Hawkeye this director is looking for.  I went into the callback with the Second City mentality of serving the scenes and making my scene partners look good.  I was a graduate of the Second City LA conservatory in 2003 and I’d been doing improv and stand up consistently since then.  I was not nervous.  Some of the actors there seemed like they were recent grads and were very nervous. I wasn’t. I was confident that I knew what I was doing and was funny.  Sure enough, I served every scene I was in by not missing a beat, getting laughs and making my scene partners look good.  I made smart character choices, didn’t showboat or ham it up, and in my mind, I knocked this callback outa the park.

Unfortunately, I got the email that thanked me for auditioning and that I did not get cast in this show, which again, is very rare in Hollywood for an actor to get an email thanking them for the audition.  The usual protocol is if you don’t get the part, you don’t hear anything, which is understandable because casting directors don’t have time to thank every single actor who auditions for their projects. I was very sad to hear this news, because I felt like I did a great job at that callback and really wanted to be a part of this show, but it wasn’t in the cards.  So, we actors move on with our lives and chalk it up as a great opportunity that didn’t materialize.  On to the next thing…

The next day, I find myself hanging out at my second stand up comedy open mic of the night, kinda feeling sorry for myself, when a friendly comic friend of mine approaches me and says “Cool Wolverine jacket!”  I was wearing a pretty cool leather jacket that I hadn’t worn in about a year, because the nights here in LA are getting cooler and the jacket makes me feel cool.  What this comic friend of mine said couldn’t have been more appropriate.  Yes, I’m the Wolverine that didn’t get cast in The Best of Second City, but I’m still a superhero, maybe.

Watch me get tortured in this video: “World’s Least Scariest Serial Murderer”

I’m the cheesehead in this ESPN commercial.

The Booker -by Brian Farrell

I haven’t booked a commercial in 6 years.  6 years ago I was the delivery guy in a Pizza Hut commercial which was on the air in random regions of this great country for nearly two years making me a good amount of coin in residuals, but nowadays it’s getting to the point where I’m lucky to still have one of the top agents in town still believe in me.  If I kept a log of all my commercial auditions, it’d be in numbering in the thousands for sure.  I had auditioned for 80-plus commercials before I booked that Pizza Hut commercial.  I get called back all the time, and I get put on avail* often, but for whatever reason, I’ve had the darndest time booking jobs…until now.  My friends Jake Johnson and Steve Berg are successful veterans of commercial acting game and they recently bestowed upon me “The Booker,” which essentially is a $100,000 button-down long-sleeve flannel shirt, because both those guys have worn it to auditions and booked many commercials wearing it.  (The shirt’s worth being so high based on how much money those guys made wearing it to auditions to jobs they booked.)  I am now the proud keeper of “The Booker.”

And “The Booker” worked! I recently worked on three ESPN promos…all thanks to “The Booker.”  I’m really not supposed to disclose the creative content of these funny promos, but I will tell you that in one of promos I’m being taught yoga on the beaches of Malibu by the legendary Coach Mike Ditka, so if you watch football on ESPN, look for the Packers fan with the mustache and that’s me.

I look forward to cashing in on more of all that commercial acting money.  Hooray for me…but here is my promise to you Faithful Reader: If you are in my good graces, want to act in commercials and have a similar physical build as me, I will one day don you with “The Booker” when the timing is right.

Me in “The Booker”

*on avail is a courtesy call the casting director makes to your agent that lets you know that the advertising agency is strongly considering booking you

TOES IN THE GRASS

I’m the guy with the mustache wearing the Hawaiian shirt in this strange video.  It’s a trailer for a fake campy horror film that I would actually watch in the theater.  This is a Jason Carmody project that I acted in this past Wednesday night at Ryan Reyes’ house.  Ryan plays the toe sucker/director Lord Chaos.  I went to UC Santa Cruz with Jason Carmody. I acted in his first play.  I love the way Jason works.  He’s got a frenetic energy when he’s in his film-making mode.  He works fast.  When he’s shooting, he’s a hungry seeker of funny moments.  He shouts out random dialogue and he doesn’t have everything planned out.  He works very much in the moment and lets things unfold. This youtube video captures that feeling.  I hope to do more projects with Jason, because it’s like being on a creative roller coaster where you can’t see the tracks in front of you.