Brandon Anderson

In the fall of 2002, I was 220 pounds, starting a new career as a performer, freshly dumped by my upwardly mobile girlfriend, and kinda homeless. It was a confusing, disappointing time in which I was either regretful or worried at any given moment.   Oh, and angry.  Constantly angry.  So

There is comfort in routine.

Picasso said "art is a lie." That's some bold s**t.

Shut Up a Second – this blog project where I throw together what I’m thinking about into sentences that I hope you’ll read – earned its 50th subscriber this month! On a Saturday night in March last year, I walked off the stage to finish cleaning up for the night

Perfection is easy, as long as you sit perfectly still.

You could just tell that it was picked carefully, and with love.

I have decided to work more as a writer, which means that I’m very busy these days. There are Google calendars to fill with all the sections of my day, each task making small and large rectangles of importance. If I can make all the boxes of tasks touch

Today marks my 19 year anniversary as a professional performing artist.   I’ve been working as a resident ensemble member for a theater company since 2001, joining just two months after graduating college and only one day before an interview at Banana Republic. The open call audition was to be