Getting to Know … Megan Hilty

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It’s fitting that Megan Hilty’s fairytale rise
to stardom would come via Wicked, a Broadway musical based on Gregory Maguire’s reimagining of the classic fairytale, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

The Seattle, Washington native always dreamed of one day performing on a Broadway stage. Hilty began singing at a young age by mimicking the voices she heard on her parent’s albums, prompting them to take her to a voice teacher, who was impressed with her range.

“Because I was mimicking those different voices that I was listening to, she thought that I had an abnormally large voice for a little person,” Hilty said.

Hilty was trained classically and eventually got involved in youth theater programs. She went to a performing arts high school, then to the Carnegie Mellon School of Drama. A week before her college graduation, Hilty was cast in Wicked.

The casting director saw her in a showcase put on by her university and was so impressed that he originally wanted to cast Hilty in the national tour of Little Shop of Horrors. Before that came to fruition, the casting director called her back and told her they were looking to cast Kristin Chenoweth’s replacement in Wicked, so Hilty flew out to New York to audition. Because she was still in school, Hilty had missed the initial auditions and was called in to tryout during the final callback.

“I think I was kind of the wildcard,” Hilty said.

She didn’t have high expectations going in to the audition. Mostly, Hilty was just hoping to make them laugh and feel like they hadn’t wasted their time calling her in. She never expected to actually land the role.

“They had me see a show the night before,” Hilty recalled. “I remember sitting there afterwards going, ‘Nobody could do this after Kristin Chenoweth, let alone a no-name from nowhere.’ So I had absolutely no expectations.”

Jennifer Laura Thompson was cast as Chenoweth’s replacement, but Hilty was cast as Thompson’s standby. Ultimately, Thompson left the show and Hilty was officially given the role of Glinda. While she was excited to have the role, taking over for two accomplished Broadway actors at such a young age was quite a daunting task.

“Those are two of the funniest comedian singers on Broadway,” Hilty said.

It took Hilty a while to step out of their shadow and find her voice.

“It was really hard not to try and mimic them,” Hilty admitted. “That’s actually what I tried to do in the beginning, but it really didn’t work. I had to go back and approach it like any other script and try to forget about their performances and try to make it my own. Otherwise, it would never be funny or touching or real.”

Hilty has played the role of Glinda for four years now and has performed Wicked in five different cities – New York, Portland, Seattle, Toronto and Los Angeles. She is still currently performing in Wicked in Los Angeles, doing a show every night of the week expect Monday and two performances on Saturday and Sunday. Even after such a long time playing the role, she still feels like she is perfecting her performance.

“It took me a long time to feel comfortable with how I was doing it,” Hilty said. “I’d say that I’m still struggling with it, which is a good thing though because I think that’s what’s made me be able to do it for so long.”

Hilty will give her final performance as Glinda in Los Angeles on May 11th, but she hasn’t ruled out the possibility of one day returning to the role.

“It’s a rare occurrence that you get such a great female role, so I think it will be great to revisit someday,” Hilty said. “I think it’s one of those shows like Phantom of the Opera where it’s going to be there forever, so I think eventually maybe I’ll go back to it.”

Hilty plans on celebrating her final performance by treating herself to a glass of wine, something she doesn’t indulge in very often. “When you sing so much, you can’t really drink a lot of alcohol or anything because it dries out your vocal cords,” Hilty said.

While she will soon be leaving Wicked behind, she is reuniting with her Wicked castmate Shoshana Bean. The two enjoyed working with each other so much that they developed their own variety show called The Meg’An Sho Show. The show, which Hilty described as “Carol Burnett meets Ellen DeGeneres,” features interviews with special guests, interactions with the audience and musical performances by the duo. Their first show on March 31st was sold out and they have a second show scheduled on Cinco de Mayo.

Hilty has also signed on to play Doralee Rhodes in a musical adaptation of 9 to 5. Having already had to follow in the footsteps of Kristin Chenoweth didn’t make it an easier when Hilty originally signed on to play the role originally made famous by Dolly Parton.

“It was so daunting at first,” Hilty revealed.

Making the role even more daunting is that Parton herself is a large part of the production. The country music star wrote all of the music for the play and will be involved in the rehearsals. Luckily, Parton was able to put Hilty at ease about taking over the role and Hilty is excited to be able to discuss the role with Parton. She’s also looking forward to donning Parton’s trademark fashion.

“I’m definitely looking forward to seeing what my costumes are going to look like and my hair,” Hilty said.

While Hilty is worried that there are too many musicals out there today that are simply remakes or adaptations of films or novels, she is proud of the two big productions she is a part of.

“I’ve been really fortunate to be a part of two exceptionally great stories that translate beautifully to the stage,” Hilty said.

After 9 to 5, Hilty is unsure which direction she would like to see her career head. “It’s funny because Broadway was always the goal,” Hilty said. “I never dreamed that I would be here so quickly.”

She hopes to be able to do focus more on television and film roles in the future. Hilty has already worked on both the large and small screen – playing Glinda on an episode of Ugly Betty, as well as guest spots on The Suite Life of Zack and Cody and The Closer and she was the singing voice of Snow White in Shrek the Third.

She would also like to put out an album in the future and hopes to develop her own shoe line.

“I love shoes. I know it’s crazy that a girl would love shoes,” Hilty said. “I don’t think you have to sacrifice comfort for style.”

Hilty believes that you can have a four-inch heel and still walk comfortably all day. She said that developing a shoe was hard work, but enjoys the challenge. Perhaps she will one day develop her own comfortable pair of ruby red slippers.

While her career may be off to a fairytale start, the ambitious actress hopes that people see that there is more to her than her portrayal of the dumb blonde Glinda. She is recognized quite often in LA for her role as Glinda and fans sometime have trouble separating the actress from the part. While she thoroughly enjoys interacting with fans of the musical, she hopes that she isn’t pigeon-holed as a dumb blonde.

“I’ve got a lot more to me than people think,” Hilty said.

And with her fairytale success story still in its early chapters, she’s got plenty of time to prove it.

Written by Joel Murphy, April 2008. For more information on Megan Hilty, visit her official fan page.

  

Note to Self – And the shaft goes to …

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Brian Murphy

Last month I wrote a column in hopes of letting North America in on what the rest of the world already knows, that Alexander Ovechkin is the best player in the National Hockey League. My point was that while ESPN and all of Pennsylvania continues to slurp “Cindy” Crosby, a goofy-looking Russian is single-handedly making hockey important again in our nation’s capital.

I bring this up because that column struck a nerve with more than a couple folks. While Caps fans gave me a nod and a smile, Penguins fans wrote in to call me a blind homer. Most everyone else chimed in repeating what the talking heads have been saying for a month, “That’s all well and good, but the Capitals probably aren’t going to make the playoffs anyway, and Ovechkin can’t be the league’s most valuable player if they miss the playoffs.”

Which leads me to ask a very pointed question – why the hell not?

According to NHL.com, the Hart Memorial Trophy is an annual award given to the player judged to be the most valuable to his team. The winner is selected in a poll of the Professional Hockey Writers’ Association in all NHL cities at the end of the regular season.

That’s it. That’s all they have to say about what goes into selecting a league MVP. Does it say – the best player on the best team in the league? Nope. Does it say the best player on a team that makes the playoffs? Nope. All it says is the award goes to the guy judged to be most valuable to his team.

By all accounts, this is a three-player race for the NHL MVP – Ovechkin, Evgeni Malkin of the Pittsburgh Penguins and Martin Broduer of the New Jersey Devils. Any of the three would be worthy of the award, but I honestly don’t even think its close. Ovechkin means more to his team than any other player in the league. Period. End of discussion. Without him, the Caps are crossing their fingers and praying for the lottery gods to look fondly upon them in hopes of earning the first pick in the next NHL draft.

With him, the Capitals are the hottest team in the league down the stretch (winning nine of their last 10 games), while he leads the league in goals and points. On top of that, with 63 goals, Alexandre Ovechkin has tied Luc Robitaille for the most goals ever by a left wing in the history of the league (and unlike Barry Bonds, he got to 61 without an asterisk). Washington may or may not make the playoffs, but that shouldn’t matter when it’s time for the writers’ association to turn in their ballots.

And since we’re on the topic of league MVPs, let’s talk about the National Basketball Association. I keep hearing that Kobe Bryant is “hands down” the MVP this year. Taking nothing away from Bryant, I feel the need to ask why people are seemingly overlooking a fine point guard named Chris Paul, who is putting up video game-type numbers on the New Orleans Hornets.

In about 37 minutes a game, Paul is putting up 21.4 points (2nd in the NBA point guards), 11.4 assists (1st overall in the NBA) and 2.7 steals per game (also 1st overall in the NBA). Oh, by the way, the Hornets currently have the second-best record in the league at 52-22. I don’t care that people feel Kobe should have won an MVP award by now in his career – Paul has been phenomenal all year long, posting career highs in all the major categories while simultaneously bringing out the best from a team that isn’t nearly as talented as the Los Angeles Lakers or Boston Celtics.

Awards shouldn’t turn political (i.e. – screwing over Paul now to make up for Bryant getting screwed over in the past), they should be about recognizing excellence on the court/ice/playing field. Let’s be honest, Eli Manning wasn’t the most valuable player in the Super Bowl. That award should have gone to Michael Strahan, Osi Umenyiora or my personal favorite, Justin Tuck.

Its common knowledge that quarterbacks get all of the fame and blame, but the real reason the New York Giants took home the hardware was because Tuck and the Giants aggressive defensive line made Tom Brady uncomfortable all night long. But Eli made one incredible play on the NFL’s biggest stage and the rest is history. Chalk it up to another example of the most valuable player rarely being the one taking home the trophy at the end of the year.

Brian Murphy is an award-winning sportswriter, and still doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. Contact him at murf@the5holes.com.

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Too Much Coffee – The fleecing of America

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By Evan Redmon

Everything has a tipping point – some moment in time when a seminal occurrence begets a trend. For The North Face, their tipping point happened in the year 2000, when the once-renowned manufacturers of high-level outdoor gear became just another sell out special, purchased by the world’s largest apparel company, Vanity Fair Clothing. For serious outdoor enthusiasts, this was like discovering that Burt’s Bees was bought by Clorox.

Oh, wait, that actually happened. Guess you can’t really blame Burt for that one, though. If someone offered to buy my company for $952 million in cash (Clorox’s actual paying price), I’d have to at least give it some serious consideration. And by serious consideration, I mean I’d blast 20 elderly nuns with a forearm to the jaw if they delayed the purchase by as much as a nanosecond. Not that elderly nuns are known for that type of thing, but you get the point.

For The North Face, their decision was likely just as easy. Eight years ago, TNF was in serious financial trouble. They had been operating at a loss for some time, and faced with an untenable negative capital shortage, their demise was just a question of “when” rather than “if.” Little wonder, then, that they chose to take VF’s offer of $2 a share, for a total of just over $25 million.

Who would have guessed that Burt’s Bees Wax was worth $927 million more than The North Face?

If one were to assess the overall value of The North Face franchise today, it would likely surpass the $25 million mark on the basis of one product alone: The Denali Jacket.

Which, actually, it isn’t really a jacket; it’s a fleece with some lining on the upper half of the body. But they call it a jacket, probably because it sells better that way.

And sell it does. There doesn’t seem to be an online listing for overall sales figures for the Denali, but one hardly needs to see any more proof that Denali’s are selling like hotcakes than to pay a visit to any college campus, at least one in the DC area. In fact, I’d venture to say that the Denali sells quite a bit better than hotcakes, seeing how I don’t even know what a hotcake looks like because I’ve never even seen a friggin’ hotcake in my entire life.

Along the brick lined streets of Georgetown, hordes of Hoyas could be seen this past week sulking in their Denali’s, after the men’s basketball team got exposed for the bunch of overrated saps that they are. In Foggy Bottom, George Washington students paraded around in their Denali’s like it was their own personal coat of arms. At American University, the streets of Tenly Circle are paved with the fuzzy little top with the dual TNF logo. Area high schools are no different; maybe even worse.

Basically, if you’re between the ages of 12 – 23, you’re nobody if you don’t own at least one Denali. And if it isn’t all black, you’re announcing to the world that you couldn’t find one in all black, and in an ill-advised act of fashion desperation, you went with – say it ain’t so – some other color. No one is fooled by your charcoal Denali, pal.

But it’s not just school-age whippersnappers that are knee deep in Denali mania. This past Saturday, I waited for a friend for about 15-20 minutes in my car along a busy section of Connecticut Avenue. To alleviate boredom, I engaged in a vigorously judgmental session of people-watching; it was then that I decided to actually count the Denali jackets.

Although I had noticed for some time that a lot of people were wearing them, it was shocking to discover just how many people were clad in this one-time fashion faux pas. True, it was perfect fleece weather – a chilly, not quite cold evening – but still, the numbers were pretty staggering. I determined that about 1 in 12 people were wearing some type of North Face jacket, and the overwhelming majority of those were sporting the all-black Denali.

In a little more than a quarter of an hour, as people meandered by along this densely populated stretch of night-life spots, I counted close to 75 black Denali’s, which works out to almost one every 12 seconds. That’s a lot of darkly fleecy people out there. Occasionally, a Denali Posse would appear, typically consisting of 4 – 6 Judeo-Italian looking girls ambling in raised chevron formation, all sporting their now familiar black-on-black synthetic uniform.

As the sheep herd milled their way up and down the sidewalk and in and out of drinking establishments, I couldn’t help but remember a barroom dissing I received many years earlier. A girl I was hitting on quickly jettisoned me with two simple words: “Nice fleece.” The accompanying laugh-of-pity put the nail in the coffin, and it was apparent that my furry, black and green selection from Eastern Mountain Sports was no Denali. Granted, I was in one of those Eurotrash bars where people smoke Galois cigarettes and order food that their cocaine usage renders unappetizing, so in retrospect, I’m surprised that I even got past the very gay, very bald, doorman whilst clad in fleece.

How, then, did the official outerwear of the slightly crunchy college kid become What to Wear when going out on the town? I don’t know; I never really did understand fashion.

I do know this: next time you are in the vicinity of a good outdoorsy store such as Hudson Trail Outfitters, walk in and ask if they have any North Face fleeces. Chances are, when you are directed to the vicinity of their display, there will be a middle-aged mom and her 15 year old daughter wearing a look of devastation upon her face after discovering that the all-black Denali’s are sold out.

“Green? Are you kidding me? You don’t have any more black ones? I hate you! My life is over!”

Cheer up kid, and keep looking. With a little luck and $165 of your soccer mom’s money, you can get your life back.

Evan Redmon gets a lot of spam. If you are not spam, please feel free to drop him a line at evanredmon@yahoo.com.