I Miss the Improv Jams
I'm the assistant director for the freshman-only show at my school.
Today, after rehearsal, a lot of them stuck around and wanted to play improv games. The only ones they knew were party quirks, superhero game, dating show, and other games off of Whose Line is it Anyway.
Naturally I saw my opportunity and seized upon it. I took the reigns and taught them some other games, namely Story Story Die and the Status game. They really liked Story Story Die a great deal, but weren't quite good enough at building scenes to make the status game work. I also gave a few of them a kind of crash course in some basic improv concepts, like Accepting, Blocking, Status, and Scene Progression. Very basic ideas and overviews.
It was kind of weird for me, to have such a drastic role reversal. The last time I impoved was about a month ago at the Tuesday Night Improv jam at the Hideout. At the Hideout I always improved with people ridiculously better at it than me, and I was always trying as hard as I could to absorb every bit of information they could teach me.
Now suddenly I'm the improv guru. I know all these games and concepts of improv, and I organize and run the games. They all seem to think that I'm this awesome improviser. I guess they don't seem to know that there's a huge difference between knowing the concepts of improv and actually being able to implement them. I'm not so good at the latter.
But in any case, it really made me want to go do some improv at the Hideout. I haven't been in about a month, mainly due to school, and gas concerns. I really want to start going again, but with gas reaching $2.99/gallon today, I simply don't have the money to get all the way to downtown Austin and back everyday.
Damn I hope I get a job soon.
Well, I'm still playing with the idea of starting a McNeil improv troupe to improv with, but I just don't know if I'm good enough to lead it. I feel like what meager improvisational talent I have is stagnating because I don't get to do it very often.
Arrg!
I hate gas. Why can't I just fly?
Longing for Petroleum,
Brandissimo
Today, after rehearsal, a lot of them stuck around and wanted to play improv games. The only ones they knew were party quirks, superhero game, dating show, and other games off of Whose Line is it Anyway.
Naturally I saw my opportunity and seized upon it. I took the reigns and taught them some other games, namely Story Story Die and the Status game. They really liked Story Story Die a great deal, but weren't quite good enough at building scenes to make the status game work. I also gave a few of them a kind of crash course in some basic improv concepts, like Accepting, Blocking, Status, and Scene Progression. Very basic ideas and overviews.
It was kind of weird for me, to have such a drastic role reversal. The last time I impoved was about a month ago at the Tuesday Night Improv jam at the Hideout. At the Hideout I always improved with people ridiculously better at it than me, and I was always trying as hard as I could to absorb every bit of information they could teach me.
Now suddenly I'm the improv guru. I know all these games and concepts of improv, and I organize and run the games. They all seem to think that I'm this awesome improviser. I guess they don't seem to know that there's a huge difference between knowing the concepts of improv and actually being able to implement them. I'm not so good at the latter.
But in any case, it really made me want to go do some improv at the Hideout. I haven't been in about a month, mainly due to school, and gas concerns. I really want to start going again, but with gas reaching $2.99/gallon today, I simply don't have the money to get all the way to downtown Austin and back everyday.
Damn I hope I get a job soon.
Well, I'm still playing with the idea of starting a McNeil improv troupe to improv with, but I just don't know if I'm good enough to lead it. I feel like what meager improvisational talent I have is stagnating because I don't get to do it very often.
Arrg!
I hate gas. Why can't I just fly?
Longing for Petroleum,
Brandissimo