On the home page we met and got a little acquainted. This is more of the same. A lot more.
After the Short Personal Artistic History (buried here to intrigue archeologists)
there is a Casual Bio,
a Stuffy Bio,
an Itty-Bitty Bio, for short attention spans,
and an Actor's Resume for folks I'm working with.
Review Bits are extracts from theatre reviews.
(with a link to REQUIRED READING: How extracts from theatre reviews are constructed)
Also a blurb on current events, called Now Playing.
In The Works hints at things to come.
Family Albumis fun.
Fretted Friends (for instrument lovers)
Click on what you want. Please forgive the redundancies.
Intro (where I've been all these years):
In 1970, a student journalist named Dale Van Atta wrote me up in The New Era Magazine as "Marvin Payne, a Mormon Troubadour." Back then, I saw and felt a lot of beautiful things around me and, with the passion typical of young artists, had to try to share them. So about every nine months I found myself "pregnant with album," and "was delivered" of about a dozen, usually at the expense of hocking the family van. Most of these I peddled at little concerts across the U.S., and door-to-door to college kids in Utah. (I had a Gibson guitar in those years that was spider-webbed with finish cracks from walking in and out of warm apartments off snowy doorsteps.)
I teamed up with Guy Randle and wrote a lot of songs for some local musicians who as a family activity had become the most famous people on the planet, the Osmonds. They recorded some of the songs, but most wound up on albums of mine. And together Guy and I also pounded out "a magical story with songs" called THE PLANEMAKER, which made an actor out of me, though in those days I wouldn't admit it. (I'd known too many drama majors--about three.)
But in 1981 I was hired to write lyrics for the stage adaptation of a popular book, CHARLIE'S MONUMENT, a kind of frontier "beauty-and-the-beast" yarn. Shortly before opening, we were still missing the lead actor (the "beast"). I was about the right height and knew the songs, so I agreed to stand in until we got an actor, which I hoped desperately would be within a couple of weeks. But after twenty minutes of stumbling around in this impossibly challenging role on a huge stage in front of lots of people, I found myself thinking "Wow! This is what I want to be when I grow up!" So I got off people's doorsteps and began working on lots of stages and in lots of films. (My most rewarding roles have been SWEENEY TODD, "El Gallo" in THE FANTASTICKS, and the title role in PHANTOM, but I usually get recognized in the mall as the guy behind Daddy's nose in SATURDAY'S WARRIOR. Go figure.)
Somewhere in there I enjoyed the publication of a couple of novels and some poetry, and several plays.
In these latter times, the nearest thing I have to a "day gig" is working sometimes with my good friends Roger and Melanie Hoffman and Steven Kapp Perry in Peace Mountain Mediaworks, where we make musical story-adventures for children, like SCRIPTURE SCOUTS, in which I play a curious basset hound named Boo, THE ALLABOUT FAMILY, in which I play Fred the dad, and ALEXANDER'S AMAZING ADVENTURES, in which I play the Storyguy, Theo the faithful tortoise, and a couple dozen others, from Marvin the Merciful Mosquito to Biff Battlehunk, the Heavyweight Friendliness Champion of the World.
(I spend some hours weekly helping people with recording projects at Babymoon Recording, a Pro Tools studio I run out of our cabin. I suppose that's a little like a "day gig" as well.)
This is starting to read like a resume, so let me get to (or return to) the point. I am still showered with saving grace, surrounded by visions of beauty, daily a witness to kindness and heroism and improbable hope. And through all these little career shifts I am still driven by a passion to share what I feel about it all. Some of what I feel is for sale, because I have this addiction to food and shelter. Some of it's free for the clicking-on.
A thing I like about the Internet idea is that, if you're like me, you probably love to buy things but hate to be sold things. So imagine that I'm off somewhere on a walk (like the three bears) and here you are in my "home page." (Is that a warm image, or what?) You are finding notes left behind for you. Imagine three bowls of porridge. Imagine also flowers, and a candle.
I'll be looking for notes you leave behind, too.