| The Early Years |
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was born David Carter in Bellshill, Scotland on the 16th of February 1972,
the son of John (a plumber) and Eva Carter (a housewife). Brought up at
first in Drumpellier, Coatbridge; the family moved to a farmhouse
near Baillieston whilst I was still a young boy.
With three elder brothers (Tom, Robin and John) I followed in their footsteps and went to school at Langloan Primary in Coatbridge. I was the youngest in my class, most students being five years old when they first started, and me being only four. The farm was the ideal place to run around and cause havoc, play soldiers, build tree houses and the like. Built on a hill, wintertime meant a proliferation of sledging and snowball fights. Although there was no livestock we always had several household cats and guard dogs to keep us company. Holidays were always in St Andrews in Fife where the we had a (and still have a newer one) caravan. The long summer holidays were generally spent running about and cycling, fighting with brothers and making model airplanes, tanks etc. Staring out the caravan windows at the rain washing the glass and listening to the deafening roar of it lashing the tin roof was also a big part of the holiday. Secondary school was Coatbridge High School, where my favourite studies included technical and artistic classes. Drama was not in the syllabus and I veered toward a career in design, with high marks in artistic subjects and average marks elsewhere. I "grew into" school only really beginning to enjoy it and engage in subjects like Maths in 5th and 6th year, as I began to enjoy the company of my peers. Many good memories of this period, and many people I went to school with that I'd still like to call my friends. John Gladstone where are you now? In sixth year at school the English teacher Mrs McCormack was organising the school show, GUYS AND DOLLS and when they had trouble filling some of the smaller parts I put myself forward to perform. A big step for me at that stage of my life. I saw it as an opportunity to spend more time outwith hours with my friends and as good excuse for covering up my pale skin for which I was constantly slagged off by fellow classmates. I was a classic Scottish shade of white verging on the blue and only reflected sunlight, blinding passers by. I played Joey Biltmore in the show and although I was pretty appalling I seemed to make the audience laugh and the teacher was very kind to me and encouraging, so at the time I thought I was marvelous. On leaving Coatbridge High I went to the Central College Of Commerce in Glasgow and studied an HNC in Spatial design. This was a good fun period as well and my classmates and I had a great time, and learned a few things as well. Generally I'd describe myself as uncool at that time so it was good to be surrounded by people that had genuine flare and style. My interests shifted from obsessions in role-playing and war gaming( My brother Robin had got me into this by accident), to cutting edge comedy a.k.a. Vic Reeves, Victor and Barry etc. (I'd always been the class clown anyway) and decent music, floundering as it was the early nineties in the area of dance... Aceeeed! Oh dear. Soon I found the Pixies and the Wonder Stuff however and with the new found wealth of a grant I invested in a lot of SKA, Madness and Specials lp's that I could never afford when I was younger. Little did I know at that time when buying punkish Skidz singles that I'd one day work with the lead singer as director on the feature film 16 years Of Alcohol. Also during this period I entered the world of amateur musicals. Oh yes. It was a great time. I went to Airdrie and Coatbridge Amateur Operatic Society and we did THE PAJAMA GAME (a really great show) and a review. The review was a bit of a mismatch, but really great fun and the director (whom I felt was a bit too directory!!!? at the time - what did I know?) actually was the nearest I'd come to a professional, and is certainly in large part responsible for waking me up and showing me the real possibilities of theatre. At the same time I was involved in Annie Get Your Gun with another company. This was to be my last true, amateur production. I miss the amateur shows and the misbehaving that went on in the cast etc. When you train professionally its so easy to lose the fun of it all. But I'd found something better... In Scottish Youth Theatre. Now everything that I'd done academically up to this point was leading toward a career in design, so acting was still for the fun of it if you see what I mean. It was other peoples unerring faith in my acting abilities that caused me to rethink things. My first show with SYT was directed by Robin Peoples at the Old Athenaeum in Buchanan Street, Glasgow. (I tell a lie, John Haswell directed me over the first two weeks in Tam O'Shanter - Great fun, I was terrible). Robin was directing the first part of Nicholas Nickleby, a 7 hour epic formerly done by the National or the RSC or some such. He had broken the play into three and three casts were handling it. I seem to remember that there were 115 students that year, so you can imagine the scale. I was cast as the evil uncle Ralph, and went about it as best I could. What Robin saw in me was possibilities. Little did he know that I was, although incredibly committed, way out of my league, having never said more than six words on stage before. This combined with torment from the wings from a particularly saucy female member of the cast meant disaster was always close at hand. On the first night I reacted to the audience and basically changed my character into a nervous high pitched affair which was more akin to a comic character than a villain. That same night I forgot a line - a cardinal sin - my only saving grace being that others thought the line was dropped by Geraldine Macaleese (Now assistant director at the MacRobert). This first year at SYT was a massive leap in my learning curve. It gave me generally more courage and more of an appetite for theatre, and the friends I was to make there are still my friends today. It was also my first experience in stage combat. In a three hour workshop led by Ramond Short we covered the basics of fist fights. Although I found it cool at the time, I never considered that I'd be in Ramond's place just a few years down the line. Significantly that year I met another good friend and colleague, Graham Hunter who was to become my mentor in the world of design for the theatre. It was up to this point that I'd been working solely toward a career in design, so it was natural for me to begin working with Graham on various shows, at first as an unpaid assistant and ASM at SYT (The Grave Of Every Hope, Medea etc.) and subsequently as an assistant designer on paid jobs at the Arches, RSAMD, BBC etc. Whilst still taking part in Scottish Youth Theatre shows as an actor on summer festival in 92' and as an assistant director in 93' Graham and I created designs with real class and beautiful finish on budgets lower than you could possibly imagine, getting great reviews all round but never really progressing on the monetary front. Eventually over the years we started co-designing and were in house at the Arches. See my Design CV for full details. We would advise on design, and work for reduced design rates in return for an office space and occasional favours for our own productions. We started our own company Face To Face with friends from SYT's staff because we began to tire of creating great shows for other people. My time at the Arches and designing with Graham ran until about 97 or 98, during which time I met another mentor, Scottish Youth Theatre's artistic director Mary McCluskey, and secured a place at Queen Margaret College and trained for three years on their highly regarded acting course in Edinburgh, graduating in 1995.. Mary had taken over from Robin Peoples at SYT in 1992 and although initially only working with her in a design and stage manager capacity she is always open to possibilities and cast me as Orsino in a workshop performance of Twelfth Night. Mary still holds workshop weeks in preparation for larger productions. Not only are they a great resource for Mary, they are also a wonderful and demanding experience for the young people involved. Over the years I have designed and/or directed fights for Mary at SYT (Macbeth, The Wizard Of Oz, Twelfth Night Etc.) and in more recent years have directed/ designed summer festival shows (Tall Tales, Merlin, The Wild Boy, The Cheviot, The Stag and The Black, Black Oil). Whilst staying involved with SYT over the summers I began my training at QMC in 1993. The course was led by Pitlochry Festival Theatre's Clive Perry, whom Richard Burton famously described as a "horrible little man", but I liked him, and Lynn Bains, an American acting and voice coach more akin to Anne Maurice (The House Doctor) than I'd care to mention. Year one was hard work, the main aim it seemed being to make you forget everything you thought you ever knew about acting. The greatest drawback being that we were not allowed to perform until the third term. My fellow classmates were all in the same boat however so we did our best and slogged away as best we could. During this term I met my third great mentor Bert Bracewell, at that time Olympic Fencing Coach for the last 24years. Fencing and stage combat in first year was no easy business with only one hour a week and if you didn't get it the first time Bert would help you to catch up at a later date. Our first show Alice in Wondeland, was directed by lecturer Andy Mackie, who at that time regularly took on the 1st year students third term show. In Alice In Wonderland, we toured schools with a big parachute and acted the goat. I played seven characters including a tunnel (who's gravelly voice was based on Bert's), a tree, a lobster and a canary (this time based on the head of Stage Management John Stone). Just a few words on my fellow classmates, all of whom were good people and without exception talented at what they did. Today only a slim few are actually still working as actors, which says a lot about the proliferation of acting colleges in relation to the available work. I really can't believe that the likes of Mike Davey, a highly talented comedian have had so little success. In the interim period before second year went with SYT to Belgium with Medea (a great show), as stage manager/ assistant designer in place of Stuart Dunn, another friend now working at the Citz. Due to a ferry strike I arrived back a day late for college missing the audition for our first show Men Should Weep, and they will do if they're forced to sit through it! A period Kitchen Sink drama in which I was cast as removal man 2. So inspired was I by this part that by the time it got to my scene in the blocking - some 4 weeks on, I couldn't remember my three lines much to the hilarity of Ian Cowell amongst others. I'm going to see Ian at The Tron today, and will chide him on this. The show directed by Robin Wilson was good fun to perform, if only because I had so little responsibility. John Deehan, Paul Melon and myself had some laugh at the opening. The ball we were playing with went through the imaginary actor's fourth wall at one stage making us at the same time panicked and full of uncontrollable laughter. Also that year I performed in, I think The Bottle and the Beret, a devised piece of great strangeness, The Country Wife (nightmare with the lines on this one, real nightmare and a seat of your pants performance which was well received) and of note played the Caretaker in Comedians with Kevin McKidd, who I was later to work with in 16 Years. if you haven't seen Kevin's feature film Dog Soldiers, you're missing out by the way. It was in second year that work with Bert Bracewell really began to click and I got more and more into fencing and theatrical combat. In third year we started to have fun at college. Terms were more production based and we were getting cast in plays we could not only enjoy, but also experiment with. With Mary Barnes, directed by Lynn, The Hostage, also directed by Lynn and the panto Scrooge directed by Clive Perry I was finding roles that not only stretched my performance skills but in which I could find a definite feel for the reactions of an audience. In stage combat in third year we could specialize in fight direction, and spend as much as one and half days a week on it if we could find the time and/ or energy. The big drawback at QMC was energy. We spent so long in college and had so many classes and always two or more evenings a week in class that I certainly felt a great tiredness almost every day. That said, with a showcase to perform we made it to the end of our three years and finished with a bang. I was in three scenes in the showcase. I fought Cyrano (aka Richard Conlon) in the play of the same name, directed by Clive Perry, fight directed by Bert Bracewell, I played Alec in Sailmaker, a part I would later go on to perform in with Face To Face and played Stan in Laurel and Hardy, in name directed by John Ramage, (politics) but actually put together by our movement coach Christine Rafaelli. Opposite to my Stan was my good friend Mike Davey. we had been performing as Stan and Ollie in cabaret's etc. and continued to do so on several occasions after this. The showcase left me with no agent, but with an engagement in TAGGART and another for a BBC comedy, Bad Boys. Here endeth The Early Years... |
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