Thanks for visiting my website.
If you're here you either saw me on or in something and wanting to find out a little bit more about me. Great! In a nutshell...I'm originally from Seattle, the greatest city ever, I drink too much espresso, I do a lot of theater, and I love to ride my bike through the Hollywood hills. I do some photography. I got married to a great girl a couple years ago and we have a Chihuahua named Knuckles.
I've been an actor in Los Angeles for two decades. I got incredibly lucky after only being in town for around 6 months and got my SAG card for a tiny part on "Frasier." It was a last minute audition for a role that worked that day. I was a complete newby. Scared and excited. I auditioned for the producer who, after I said my one line, which was, "I can help the next person in line" laughed and said, "well if you can make me laugh with one line..." and I got the part.
After I shot it another one of the day players who I had my scene with said "well, you just shot your first TV show how's it feel?"
It felt amazing.
Big things were sure to come...But not for a while. No representation. No contacts. No money- most of what I had saved by waiting tables at the Space Needle was spent on sending pictures to casting people and agents. I sublet. I couchsurfed. I bounced many checks. I subsisited on day old pastries from Starbucks and Taco Bell.
Gradually-VERY gradually-like WAY later I finally got a small agent willing to roll the dice on this quirky, balding, 20 something. And then another one. And then another one. By this time I had probably sent a 1000 headshots and resumes in the mail. The postage on each was something like 50 cents then. A bargain!
I finally booked a commercial after many hundreds of auditions and callbacks. And then another. And then a couple of TV shows here and there. Still small parts. But still that thrill of being on set. Of getting paid for something you LOVE to do which is still an absolute gift in any profession. I still had a dayjob of course, which was now as a server at the Four Seasons Hotel lounge. I've waited on everybody. I've been argued with by Sean Penn and Harry Dean Stanton when I told them they'd have to step outside to smoke, I've been made fun of by Mel Gibson, and I had to hide in the back when Anthony Hopkins came in before the Oscars because...I don't know why. I guess I didn't want him to see me waiting tables.
I became a substitute teacher. It was hard and interesting and amazing and I'm a better person for it.
I got a part on Buffy The Vampire Slayer. It recurred for half a season, although nobody could tell it was me because I was covered in latex and makeup. I booked a huge commercial that split 5 ways and aired on national network TV during sports.
I...stopped answering the 6 AM phone calls for Substitutes.
I booked a Series Regular role on an ABC pilot.
Yep. The feelings of Bigger things to come had come true. And back at Paramount where I got my SAG card. It was all happening.
One of the by this time THOUSANDS(?) of headshots I had sent out had landed on the right person's desk at the right time. I auditioned. It went OK. I went to a callback. It went OK. I went to another callback. It went OK. I went to studio. It went OK. I signed a deal and went to network. Jon Cryer was auditioning. Hi Jon, I'm Troy. There was a giant couch in the hallway and then a big auditorium where I read with with the casting director and a bunch of people in the seats-who were they? no idea. But we all had to RIDE THE ELEVATOR TOGETHER afterwards. The quietest elevator ride of all time ever.
1o minutes later I'm in the car passing through Beverly Hills. I get the call. I need to be at Paramount in 20 minutes for a reading. Really most of this is a blur.
Rehearsals start. I was really still a newbie. I was nervous. I was scared. They fired the lead of the show. I played his best friend. We rehearsed for another day and then they called it quits. Months later they called to say they were starting production again but were auditioning new leads and becuase I was the best friend they'd have to audition me again as well becuase of something to do with chemistry and types.
It was heart breaking. But I did it. I met the actor Mac who was also reading for my part. He was amazingly nice. He rolled a cigarette and said that he had such admiration for an actor like myself who had come out of nowhere and gotten here. His whole family was in the business and "all the executives here have amazing respect for my parents who've been in the business for years" Oh. Who are your parents? Oh...
Back to the big couch and big auditiorum and quiet elevator. But this time, the phone call was hours later and it was from the show runner, Victor Fresco. "They decide to go different way. The lead they cast (Dave Krumholz) was very different from the previous lead so, they wanted to go less quirky, charactery. I hope we get to work toether again someday." Thanks for the call. Oof. I'd love to tell you that I took a deep breath and went for a walk and decided that yes difficult times will come and go and I'll be just fine. But I cried and got depressed and angry and FUCK THIS TOWN I've moving back to Seattle I hate myself!
There was another pilot-a major role, but it was a new media type of pilot (video!) and while it was "on the bubble" did not get picked up. Zach Quinto was in it. He was just a kid then! I used to see him walking around Hollywood all the time and we'd quiz each other on if anybody had heard anything and what are you working on now? I might still have his number somewhere. A few years later I ran into him at a party "what are you working on" "Oh, I'm doing the new Star Trek movie..." "Wow! what kind of part?....Oh."
I'd had the downs. I'd had the ups. And now the downs again. But still. there were occasional commercials, and TV and Film jobs. I got to work with Michael Mann and Mark Ruffalo. I got to tell him how amazing he was in "You Can Count On Me." I half joked with him that after a million takes, I was a little afraid of getting fired. He laughed and said he was afraid of getting fired, too.
I worked with Michael Bay on The Island. The first and only time I've been on a film start to finish. Small part, but I got to travel to Palm Desert and Detroit. I know, I know. Detroit. but I got to travel and stay in a hotel and meet lots of amazing people and really there is nothing in the world like being a huge budget action sci-fi movie. Michael Bay yelled things like "You're ruining my movie!" a lot. I was afraid of him. I was afraid of getting fired. I think everybody was.
A few more jobs here and there. But things slowed down.
Commercials changed. They mostly went nonunion. Or only on cable. Or only for the internet. My TV/FILM agent stopped getting me out. I wasn't booking TV work.
The needle in the haystack of sending headshots through the mail didn't seem to work as well.
So...Back where I started.
I found another great agent and manager wanting to work with me.
I found another hotel to bartend at. I found a job where I sold windows to people. Not computer Windows. Window windows. I drove around all day showing windows to people and trying to get them to buy them. I learned some interesting things about life. I learned some things about accountability and presentation. It was like a strange version of Glengarry Glenn Ross except the owners of company were Christians and prayed before sales meetings. I wasn't bad at selling windows (and doors, and garage doors, and solar). I would drive to Simi Valley or Thousand Oaks, or Ventura everyday for a sales call, and then haul ass at a hundred miles an hour to Hollywood to make a commercial callback or audition for a Nickelodeon kids show.
I booked a few days on "Sean Saves the World" which was another Victor Fresco show. "Victor!" I called to him on set. "Uh..ya, Hi...." he was in a hurry heading to somewhere. "It's Troy from...People Who Fear People, I was the...." "Oh, right. God. Wow. Long time ago. Good to see you." Fun little part and he finally remembered me. So...we DID end up working together again after all. Sort of.
Booking work again felt great. I hated selling windows but I had stuck with it for so long becuase I hate to quit. I'm a fighter. There was a choice that subtley got made in there somehwere about doing a job I hated but could make a living at, and doing a job that I loved and maybe would never again make money at.
I left the window job.
And so I'm still fighting. Still sending headshots in the mail. Still working hard on my auditions. Still booking work. Still doing theater.
A couple years ago I was asked to fly to London for Buffy fan event. I was like-are you sure you know who you're asking? I'm strictly non-famous. But they knew. They were terrific. Sometimes between the hustle and depression of this industry, it is easy to forget that people watch these shows and movies and sometimes you get lucky and they might even connect with them in some way.
So this is me. I'm a part of blue collar Hollywood. Ups. Downs.
I've been incredibly lucky and incredibly UNlucky. I've some war stories and some battle scars. But I hate to quit. I'm a fighter.