Holy crap, Vamp Fans, we’re now only 9 days away from the kickoff of “Alice in Slasherland”! And after a week of hysterical run-thru’s, sexy costume fittings, and gory gore techs, what I can tell you so far about VC’s upcoming show is that it is going to be a fucking BLAST! We’re talking unbridled fun much in the same vein as “Fight Girl Battle World” and “Living Dead in Denmark”. It’s full of fun characters, whacky theatrical tricks, and outrageous surprises that left our producer, Abby Marcus, literally sore from laughter. It’s geek theatre at its bloody finest and I can’t wait to share it with all of you, our beloved Vamp Fans. Our acting and creative teams have really done a spectacular job on this one. Fucking fantastic. 
And speaking of bloody fun, our next interview goes to the man playing the very slasher of “Alice in Slasherland” himself, the one and only Tom Myers. Like Andrea, Tom has been part of Vampire Cowboys since our very beginning. Portraying everything from cross-dressing superheroes to power-ballad singing Shakespearean monsters, Tom is easily one of VC’s best and most versatile chameleon actors. He's an agile, creative, and nuanced powerhouse of an actor who has stolen more than a few scenes with his hysterical theatrical creations. And after a two-year absence from our stages to go work at the New York City Opera (Yeah, that’s right, we got’em back. Take that, opera!), the mighty mighty Tom Myers returns to VC nation even more badass than ever and ready to kick some teenage ass all for your entertainment. In "Alice in Slasherland", Tom's playing a slew of characters including Jacob the devil's third emissary aka the slasher of our much-anticipated slasher play.
In “Alice in Slasherland”, you play the role of Jacob, what can you tell us about your character?
Jacob is your classic blade wielding, mask wearing, unstoppable slasher...following in the footsteps of such classic icons as Jason and Michael Myers (my personal favorite...and no...not just 'cause his last name is Myers...but... ok, definitely a little bit because his last name is Myers). Okay, sorry...back to Jacob. He hacks his way through the suburb of El Dorado (pronounced Dor-ay-doh for all us ignorant yankees) leaving a path of blood and bodies as he relentlessly pursues his ultimate goal...Alice. One of the most intriguing and challenging aspects of a character like Jacob and his “forefathers of fear” is their embodiment of simplistic specificity (try sayin' that three times fast). Being crude but calculated, if you will. There's no flash or pizazz in their actions, but they are specific, deliberate...and effective. That's what makes these characters so scary. They don't run. They don't stop. They don't die. They simply keep on tickin'....and keep on killing. Another challenge presented with creating Jacob is the fact that he speaks. The challenge doesn't lie just in his physical sound, but also the manner in which he speaks. He's not participating in debates or spittin' Shakespearean monologues, but rather prefers a simpler approach to speech, uttering only single words. Again we're brought back to this idea of simplistic specificity (sorry...I had to use it again....it's just fun to say). Jacob's spoken words are simple, so his words must be spoken specifically. It's an interesting challenge. Alright, enough actor mumbo jumbo...needless to say, Jacob's gonna be fun...I'm excited...
If you were a slasher, what weapon would you use to conduct mayhem? What would be your name? Who would be your chosen victims? What would be your origin?
Well, I wouldn't feel like a true slasher unless I was rockin' a machete, so I guess that's what I'd go with. That way too, at the big slasher galas, I could look the other slashers in the face and not be ashamed...Victims? I guess douchebags (can I say that? or is this a family-friendly interview?) Oh well, too late...we're goin' with it...we'll refer to them as d-bags to clean it up a bit...I'd probably be at a bar after a terrible day...lost my job...my home...my dog...just wanting to throw back a couple of coldies and quietly reflect on life for a bit...but, to my dismay there's a loud-mouth d-bag down at the end of the bar who won't shut up...you know these guys...commenting on everything and everyone...including, on this fateful day, down and out me...as he walks back to the back to take a leak, I snap...I follow him back to the bathroom and see a machete hanging on the wall (maybe the bar's like a TGI Fridays or something...one of those places with a lot of wacky things on the wall making it "eclectic")...anywho...I nab the machete, open the door and Whack! one less d-bag in the world...I walk out...drop some cash on the bar for my drinks and a good tip and so begins my reign of terror...I think it'd be an interesting thing...On one hand I'd be a feared, mass-murdering slasher, but on the other...I'd be more of a vigilante hero to millions, ridding the world of d-bags...one by one...The world would be a happier place...'cause no body likes a d-bag...
What’s the scariest thing that’s ever happened to you (paranormally speaking)?
Well, it's more of a recurring nightmare I had when I was a young buck rather than a true blue ghost story, but I swear there was something oddly paranormal about this "Simon Says" ventriloquist dummy my brother had when we were growing up...Basically it's this incredibly freaky dummy for aspiring ventriloquists...I guess...(for the record, my brother Mike was not an aspiring ventriloquist...don't even know why he had this thing)...but it would sit in the closet right across from my bed, just staring at me as I’d fall asleep...freaky enough...but it gets worse...So in my dream I would wake up by gently opening my eyes and peer into the closet and Simon would be GONE! I'd sit up and there he was at the foot of my bed...I'd jump up screaming as he chased me around my room until I always outsmarted him just enough to make it out of my door and to the top of the stairs...this is where it gets weird...or weirder I guess...and please...keep all dream analysis of the next part to yourself...so...my mom would be at the top of the stairs, but she was completely invisible, I could only hear her...I stood at the top of the stairs...panicking...I'd scream "Simon's after me again!" as I'd look back through my doorway to see the earlier outwitted Simon running towards me, grinning and gaining ground...fast...as Simon got to the door, all scary lookin' and pissed off, my mom would yell "Jump!" and I'd run and jump with all my might down the stairs...and....whoosh...I'd wake up...sitting up in my bed...panting...sweating...and there in the closet...sat Simon...just sitting there...with that evil grin...still staring at me, as if nothing had happened...After the fourth or fifth time I had that dream, I finally broke down and Simon had to go....I think he was shipped off to the Goodwill or something...meaning...he's still out there...somewhere...
What is your zombie apocalypse escape plan?
Kill 'em all...at least, that's what I'll go with for now (the plan could be revised if the apocalypse actually goes down)... I'd drain the checking account and head to the local gun store...grab a handgun, a shotgun and plenty of ammo (maybe a sweet bowie knife too as last resort protection) Along the way I'd find a sweet Harley Davidson to hotwire and rip through the streets wreckin' some zombie fools...I'd remember to always aim for the head, and keep my eyes peeled for any damsels in distress...I'd make my way out of the city and rock my chopper all the way along 80 to Ohio, to make sure the fam was safe...and to show my dad my sweet new Harley...It's not the best plan in the world, but I figure if I happen to not make it, and the zombies win...at least I went out as badass as possible...
What scares you?
Swimming in the deep ocean; Complete darkness with a single, unreliable flashlight; and "The Jersey Shore" being real...
Why should people see “Alice in Slasherland”?
There's no reason not to...unless, of course, you hate laughing...and hate cheering...and hate being entertained...and just hate all around good times...but then it sounds like you have some bigger fish to fry...so take a little "you time" and rectify that hatred and then come check it out anyways.
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