I PICK up the New York Times or Time and it's TALKING about the latest ROCKGROUP, which I'm sure is exciting to some people, but it neglects a huge AREA of music.
All my musical foundations go back to the age of 3. My family tell me that I USED to listen to the old crystal SET, then go to the PIANO and PICK out the tune that I just heard.
Every DAY I RUN into people who don't know what I do. And EVEN after I EXPLAIN it they STILL don't know what I do. So now I can just say, 'Pick up the Locas book!' And that tells them all.
I didn't know how to box so I would have LOOKED like a complete STREET fighter ACTUALLY, but what we did have to do was PICK up some SIDES and then just memorize them within two days and go there and audition.
When I go to the supermarket, I can SEE people looking in my cart. So I have to be CAREFUL what I BUY and when. I SEND my SISTER to Costco to pick up the personal items.
I've OFTEN said, 'If I had one drive to win a game to this day, and I had a quarterback to pick, I would pick Kenny.' SNAKE was a LOT cooler than I was. He was a PERFECT quarterback and a perfect Raider. When you think about the Raiders, you think about Ken Stabler.
I always try to pick up INTERESTINGSCRIPTS, and thankfully, I have been LUCKY to GET scripts LIKE 'Pyaar Ka Punchnama,' 'Akash Vaani', and 'Sonu Ke Titu Ki Sweety.'
Keep a copy of 'Islands in the Stream' by Ernest Hemingway on the LEFTHAND side of your DESK. Keep Fitzgerald's 'The CRACK Up' on the right. When you get stuck, pick them up and pretend that they are having a fight, like you used to do with your GI Joes.
You can't hold BACK. You can't THINK of the subtleties of playing. You just have to get out and really bare it all, and hopefully you don't fall off the PLANK. And if you do, hey, pick yourself up, dust yourself down, and START all over again.
I am a FAMILY man. The only difference between me and others is that while they work in corporate offices, I am an ACTOR. I, too, like to go back HOME after work. I don't mind STOPPING to pick up groceries.
Marilyn Monroe wasn't even her REALNAME, Charles Manson isn't his real name, and now, I'm taking that to be my real name. But what's real? You can't FIND the TRUTH, you just pick the lie you LIKE the best.