By Kathleen Vanesian
By Amy Silverman
By Robrt L. Pela
By Jim Louvau
By Kathleen Vanesian
By Benjamin Leatherman
By New Times
By Becky Bartkowski
David Hemphill is more than just the Black Theatre Troupe's executive director. He's an actor who's been asked to pray during an audition; a singer who occasionally kisses corporate ass; and a director who's told the folks from the Zoni Awards where they can go. Here's proof:
I knew I wanted to be in show business when I met all the other young, wonderful and talented African-American performers.
The worst thing about being an actor is all these other young, wonderful and talented African-American performers!
My worst audition ever was for the National Touring Company of Don't Bother Me, I Can't Cope in 1973. The lead performer from the Broadway production "sat in" on the auditions and asked that I first lead the group of hopefuls in prayer. I was cast in the show and immediately started looking over my shoulder for lightning bolts or swarms of locusts.
The happiest day in my life was when I told the Zoni Awards to go procreate with themselves.
If I could be anyone other than myself, it would be twins: the executive director of Oprah's favorite African-American theater company in Arizona and a guy that only has to kiss one big and powerful ass for money. Like Kevin Eubanks does on The Tonight Show.
It's not entirely true, but I sometimes tell people that everyone wants me and that I change lovers more often than BTT changes personnel.
The fictional character I am most like is Scarlet "I'll think about bad things tomorrow" O'Hara from Gone With the Wind.
I am utterly terrified of kissing small asses when big donations are needed.
I laugh uncontrollably at Ben Tyler.
The one thing I absolutely refuse to do on stage is the colorblind version of A Raisin in the Sun.
Something I have never admitted to anyone before is that I have "been friends" with Robrt Pela for years and have videos to prove it.
The first time I got drunk I woke up chained to a bed between two Great Danes who were lovingly licking the Afro-Sheen out of my hair.
Like my mother used to say, "If someone thinks enough of you to invite you to dinner, leave a little dessert on your plate -- it shows good home training." (She also said, "Stop your acting out this minute and do your homework! Paul Robeson is the only black man I know that has made a successful career being histrionic!")