I love this. Especially for people who are used to having to be right all the time in the workplace or at school. It’s so freeing to do the worst!
Originally posted on People and Chairs:
There’s so much pressure in life to “do our best,” it’s only natural that some of that spills over into the world of make-‘em-ups we call improv. But striving for perfection is a surefire way to suck the fun out of a scene. As Joe Bill says:
“Any consideration of ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ will fuck you over and put you in your head. Onstage is not real life.”
Think about that: onstage is not real life. That gives us incredible licence to do whatever the hell we want.
One time in rehearsal my teammate, Justin Kosi, was pimped into being John Travolta. He looked at our coach, Tom Vest, and said “I don’t know him.” “That’s great!” Tom told him. “Just do your John Travolta.”
Of course, Justin’s Travolta was nothing like the “real” one – and a million times funnier as a result.
If you want to take pressure…
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At work today, as I was trying to get some people jazzed about their impending participation in a daytime television studio audience, I saw four female comedy writers/improvisors walk through the halls of the CBC. They stopped briefly to chat, one having recognized me from an earlier improv event we had both attended. (eee!)
She proceeded to inform me they were headed to a meeting upstairs.
…And for a second, I felt really great about the future of Canadian comedy on CBC.
(Sidenote: I hope they remember this encounter if/when they get green-lit)
Seriously though, I’m super stoked about this.
Check out the fantastic artwork Rob created for Gill and my new comedy troupe:
You can ask him to create something this wonderful for YOU too!
He also smells like LUSH constantly, which is pretty much the best thing ever.
I have a confession to make. I’ve been a huge dingus.
I won tickets to see Tim and Eric this past weekend at the Danforth Music Hall and it pretty fucking much blew my mind. (Not the confession)
Admittedly, I wasn’t all that familiar with the show/the guys prior to winning the tickets, (gasp) (the confession) other than the occasional praise and constant imitation (not that I would have known) from my Humber colleagues. I thought they were just making stupid noises and making up bizarre names for the hell of it. Turns out it was SO MUCH MORE.
I really should have been listening to them then because I’ve now become obsessed.
This must be what people felt like while watching the Kids in the Hall in the 80s. Or the 90s I guess, considering I’m a bit behind in my discovery.
Either way, what I’m trying to say is… Mom and Dad, NEVER watch this show. Seriously. It’s amazing, but you’ll hate it.