Sexual Science
I'm headed to austin tomorrow to hopefully fulfill the lifelong dream of seeing Man or Astroman live.
The harold troupe I'm coaching had their second show tonight. They continue to improve.
I had a fun show tonight in the main event. Kyle, Laurie, and I became Jude Law's DNA for about 20 minutes.
When I got home I found that jill had posted the shower scene video on my fb wall. Every once in a while I'll watch that show. I'm pretty proud of it. That was all before any long form improv training. Sometimes I forget the important lessons we learned through that. Especially how to treat people. I was such a dick to Jill some times during the creative process. Displaced anger maybe. I'm still working on doing away with that.
I've been reading more and feeling sort of Zen. Trying to think positive. Crafting and Calculating. Planning and Routing.
I remember when the shower scene was performing at Velveeta room in Austin. The velveeta room is right on 6th street and gets a lot of walk in "make me laugh! gimme a drink!" traffic. I suppose that is actually a pretty joyous attitude...anyhow, people thought it was ok to heckle. We started our sketch show and it was going smoothly until we get to the heavy stuff and some ladies up front leave in a huff. Making sure we know they're leaving and that they don't approve. More ladies sitting up front aren't in to this either. Our friend drew is sitting near the back, enjoying the show even more because these ladies hate it so much. Eventually, the time comes when Jill, Eric, and I are all backstage together while some audio transition clip is playing out on stage, and we're supposed to be preparing for the final number. We all looked at each other and said fuck it. We're proud of this, and we're going to rock this ridiculous closing song...and we did. and at the end another woman said very loudly in a quiet moment "that is so, wrong!"...no ma'am, it was so right.
The harold troupe I'm coaching had their second show tonight. They continue to improve.
I had a fun show tonight in the main event. Kyle, Laurie, and I became Jude Law's DNA for about 20 minutes.
When I got home I found that jill had posted the shower scene video on my fb wall. Every once in a while I'll watch that show. I'm pretty proud of it. That was all before any long form improv training. Sometimes I forget the important lessons we learned through that. Especially how to treat people. I was such a dick to Jill some times during the creative process. Displaced anger maybe. I'm still working on doing away with that.
I've been reading more and feeling sort of Zen. Trying to think positive. Crafting and Calculating. Planning and Routing.
I remember when the shower scene was performing at Velveeta room in Austin. The velveeta room is right on 6th street and gets a lot of walk in "make me laugh! gimme a drink!" traffic. I suppose that is actually a pretty joyous attitude...anyhow, people thought it was ok to heckle. We started our sketch show and it was going smoothly until we get to the heavy stuff and some ladies up front leave in a huff. Making sure we know they're leaving and that they don't approve. More ladies sitting up front aren't in to this either. Our friend drew is sitting near the back, enjoying the show even more because these ladies hate it so much. Eventually, the time comes when Jill, Eric, and I are all backstage together while some audio transition clip is playing out on stage, and we're supposed to be preparing for the final number. We all looked at each other and said fuck it. We're proud of this, and we're going to rock this ridiculous closing song...and we did. and at the end another woman said very loudly in a quiet moment "that is so, wrong!"...no ma'am, it was so right.