So here I was on the set of "Cat Woman"...yeah, yeah I know...it stank! So here I am standing five feet away from Sharon Stone, she is wrapped in some "Cruella Deville" Fur number and is cackling into her mobile and then she dolls out her phone number! She clicks her phone shut and annouces how she " Just loves younger men." with another cackle. Now here I stand with Sharon Stone's mobile phone number in my head 5..6..7... A side note on this experience: A young aspiring starlet who was eyeing Sharon from the sidelines as I was commented "She looks hagard and tired." I just looked at said wannabe startlet and chuckled...she wished she was wrapped in all that dead animal getting paid what Sharon Stone was getting instead of her 8 dollar an hour job hostessing at Milestone's. The Sharon looked great and so did her yummy French male Co-star with the nice bones...now those are some digits I woulda been dialing Yo! Peace Ciao From the B-Side Troy

Surreal moments are: getting Sharon Stone's digits, John Stamos smacking me on the ass and Luke Perry giving me "sage advice" as I bared my ass on the small screen. The upcoming collection of stories are observations and rants about the film and television industry from the point of view of the "Background Extra"...see me in the background on your T.V. just another paycheque...same ol' shit to me...stay tuned!

Ok so I have gotten great reviews for my work (Dionysus,The Bacchae) have had my own billboard(Bombsaway Campaign), had my own column in a magazine (the Loop,Vancouver) had my mug used as part of a ground breaking anti smoking campaign(Proud to Quit), orgainzed my own mini tour in Europe (www.modive.ca) and have had one of my shows featured on national television (Global Television)...oh and helped a festival move from that critical first year to second year stage...it is now in its fourth year(Toquefest, Vancouver). With all this and much more...just ask my Vancouver friends and family...what to do next? Will someone give me a job...better yet what job will I choose...even better...will my parents realize that their child has done A Lot of work to change people's lives and inspire them to do more? Some of us do not belong working a 9 to 5 job...stay tuned!

So here I am at home in Nova Scotia. The home of Pick Up trucks, farm land, Tim Hortons and small town ways. Some ways are good and other ways can be bad... the Yin and Yang with a bit of a twang! I have been spending time bonding with the folks, enjoying the fact that I will forever be an Uncle...and saying goodbye to bullshit from the past which tends to crop up when you come home. Deal, cause that stuff follows you around! This is why I came home...to be continued!

A comment on timing. Sometimes you just have to sit back and take what is coming your way, cause it is time. ...Time to deal with some things that you have been putting off for far too long...The other evening as I peered down on the bored crowd I was singing to...I realized that It was a reflection of what was going on in my head as I sang these same old songs! Bad timing? Yah...a bit depressive, yeah...when you realize that you need to do something different with your music,just as you are about to open your mouth to sing...this is a bad sign! You should step off the stage at this point or take your lumps and have a bad show...go home...take a long overview and come up with something else! Reinvention is the best cure to being bored with your own scene...this is what happened to me on the mic just the other day. I realized that I was repeating performance scenarios over again and that I thought I had left behind in my last life...little did I know that they had followed me into my new life, cause I hadn't let them go...being afraid to ask for what I wanted! The remedy to all this for me...has been to write more...judge less...reinvention and deal with Time...cause sometimes you just have to sit back and recognize where you at, where you came from and where you going...tic toc...and get on with Time!

Walking home one late night...from a party...lost my way...the cops drove round twice...then three times to much as my dismay...I knew I was being profiled...gonna make me stop...my quest to get home...eat the things that I bought. On the the third time they waited...on the corner for me...kept on walking...please let me be. They called me over to the car...I kept my distance...this authority I did not trust...turn on the t.v...plain to see...they aren't working for us...they asked me to take off my hood...I gave them the whole pose down...asked me where I had been this evening...at a party, getting on down! They gave me one last look said I was free to go...Thank yah Mista Police Officer...for profiling me...yeah yeah...and letting me know...how it still is???

Ahem...People are always looking down at the sidewalk here in Berlin. Why? you may ask? I will tell you why...those are the ones who have at least one time stepped into a smoldering pile of newly deposited dog shit! This is something new for my Canadian sensibilities...I mean there you get fined for that. Besides the fine...I look at it as looking out for your fellow street walker...pick up after your dog...so my kicks don't have to endure an unfortunate misplaced step. God forbid that I would want to look at the sky, the buildings or that beautiful visual eye candy that is constantly whizzing by on a bike...oops I looked...just missed a pile!

By the way for those parents and younger cousins of mine who tune in to read some articles...be forwarned...the language you might read might be considered "explicit"...Choose your own Adventure...Others read on... What is it about me? People tend to be a bit more forward with me then others...or is the question "wanna blow me?" asked so boldly to you on a regualar basis? I guess this depends on the type of company you keep and if you look open for any kind of "pick up" line. I can think of other ways to get some...then again, that question is "straight" to the point...eventhough in this case this was posed to me by a guy who made a point of telling me he was 100% "hetrosexual". He also told me he was working so this may have something to do with the proposition...perhaps he was "gay for pay"? Perhaps he was just in denial and liked some guitly pleasure with financial perks? Oh by the way I told him I thought he was good looking, but "No thanks...see yah later...chow."

"…half-naked Troy Jackson(Dionysus), his body in constant motion, belts out frenzied encouragement…" Jo Ledingham – The Vancouver Courier January 26 , 2005.

"As Dionysus Troy Jackson looks amazing…ultra-long eyelashes. He wears no shirt." Leanne Campbell – WE January 2005.

"Troy Jackson’s Dionysus moves like he was born dancing…" Colin Thomas – The Georgia Straight January 27, 2005.