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Friday, May 16, 2014
Cleetus Ferbderbler, Boy Improvisor, Returns to the Stage
Dear Everyone in the world, and especially my three loyal followers:
I have returned to the stage, my first passion.
It is very important to follow your passion, or, in my case, to follow one of your passion(s) until your heart is BROKEN by the materialistic and very confusing "scene" in Los Angeles, and then go and follow another passion(s).
However, I will be positive...
I am thrilled to announce that I am now a member of a new theatre collective in Chicago:
The New "Old" Theat$r.
(This world-class ensemble was forged out of the remains of 32 defunct theaters, and the closing of few mental health clinics. Rahm's shame, but our good fortune!)
We are in the thick of rehearsals for our groundbreaking production of 12 Angry Men.
Finally, this neglected masterpiece will receive the treatment it deserves! However, we cannot afford to pay for the "rights," so we are doing a hacktevist version called:
Our visionary director is Lola Van Whitney Sloan, (called "eyecatching" by the important theater blog, "People I know in the Theater").
We will perform in the abandoned Brach's Candy factory;
we will have 12 hour rehearsals;
we will have a cast of 144 women, transgendered folk, guest artists from Guatemala, and most important:
Every 11 minutes, the audience will move with us a new space in the cavernous ruins, representing the plight of displaced persons everywhere.
To the estate!
Dear Everyone in the world, and especially my three loyal followers:
I have returned to the stage, my first passion.
It is very important to follow your passion, or, in my case, to follow one of your passion(s) until your heart is BROKEN by the materialistic and very confusing "scene" in Los Angeles, and then go and follow another passion(s).
However, I will be positive...
I am thrilled to announce that I am now a member of a new theatre collective in Chicago:
The New "Old" Theat$r.
(This world-class ensemble was forged out of the remains of 32 defunct theaters, and the closing of few mental health clinics. Rahm's shame, but our good fortune!)
We are in the thick of rehearsals for our groundbreaking production of 12 Angry Men.
Finally, this neglected masterpiece will receive the treatment it deserves! However, we cannot afford to pay for the "rights," so we are doing a hacktevist version called:
"12 Justifiably Angry LGBTQ's or GLBTQ's,
because White MEN
have
NO RIGHT to be Angry About Anything, After the Way They Have Behaved"
Our visionary director is Lola Van Whitney Sloan, (called "eyecatching" by the important theater blog, "People I know in the Theater").
We will perform in the abandoned Brach's Candy factory;
we will have 12 hour rehearsals;
we will have a cast of 144 women, transgendered folk, guest artists from Guatemala, and most important:
Every 11 minutes, the audience will move with us a new space in the cavernous ruins, representing the plight of displaced persons everywhere.
To the estate!
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
#Tom Clear | Access Contemporary Music - Modern Classical
Tom Clear | Access Contemporary Music - Modern Classical
Summer camps: Recorder Boot Camp
Beginning Group Guitar
Opera in August----Purcell's The Fairy Queen
Summer camps: Recorder Boot Camp
Beginning Group Guitar
Opera in August----Purcell's The Fairy Queen
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Cleetus Ferbderbler, Boy Improvisor, Returns to Normal World from Los Angeles
Dear Everyone in the World Who Loves Improv and Pursuing your Passion:
Well, whatever you do, don't go to Los Angeles. Seriously, you can have your heart broken at home for free...
My first day there, I got an agent, three auditions and a drug habit. As anyone who followed my terrifying descent into drug addiction (July 26--28th, 2013) can tell you, the white pony can really mess you up the most.
Actually, the drug habit was the high point of my sojourn.
After 6 months in Los Angeles, I had had:
3786 auditions;
9643 "meetings" (one violent);
182 roomates,
and 3.5 minutes of work.
So, I have moved back to Chicago and have decided to become a Russian oligarch. It was a childhood dream, and now it's time to make it come true!
Well, whatever you do, don't go to Los Angeles. Seriously, you can have your heart broken at home for free...
My first day there, I got an agent, three auditions and a drug habit. As anyone who followed my terrifying descent into drug addiction (July 26--28th, 2013) can tell you, the white pony can really mess you up the most.
Actually, the drug habit was the high point of my sojourn.
After 6 months in Los Angeles, I had had:
3786 auditions;
9643 "meetings" (one violent);
182 roomates,
and 3.5 minutes of work.
So, I have moved back to Chicago and have decided to become a Russian oligarch. It was a childhood dream, and now it's time to make it come true!
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
"Cleetus Ferbderbler, Boy Improvisor, Returns from World Tour and Announces Retirement"
Dear Everyone in the World and Beyond,
As you know, I sometimes tour for a certain well-known "comedy school": I am told the happy North Korean workers at the Peoples' Glorious Cement Factory #6 still chuckle (on their own time, of course), recalling my robot voice.
I was delighted to hone my craft and preserve world peace at the same time.
Last week, however, after our most recent tour, I went in for a "chat" with Ms. Klisterschmuck, the head of touring.
"Ms. Klisterschmuck," I expolsulated, "I quit."
"Now, Cleetus you idiot, you don't want to do that."
"Ms. Klisterschmuck, I don't know if you know it, but my last name is Ferbderbler, a fine old name, not idiot..."
"Touchy, touchy: You're probably jet-lagged from the tour."
"Ms. Klisterschmuck, we traveled to our last appearance in Damascus at the Displaced Persons' Camp # 472 by a vintage 1947 prop plane, not a jet. Then we traveled by van to an Ebola hospital in the Congo---it took two weeks. Our per diem was calculated in maize."
"Cleetus, thousands of young improvisors would kill for these opportunities."
"Ms. Klisterschmuck, I will miss the comraderie, the $65 a show, and the per diem calculated in the local currency..."
"By the way, you still owe us from the North Korean debacle: How anyone can spend $600 a day in North Korea and not own the place is beyond the accounting department..."
I raised my hands in a gesture universally signalling, "Enough!"
"Enough!" I said. "I am moving to LOS ANGELES!"
"Bon voyage; leave your forwarding address with accounting."
TO BE CONTINUED...
As you know, I sometimes tour for a certain well-known "comedy school": I am told the happy North Korean workers at the Peoples' Glorious Cement Factory #6 still chuckle (on their own time, of course), recalling my robot voice.
I was delighted to hone my craft and preserve world peace at the same time.
Last week, however, after our most recent tour, I went in for a "chat" with Ms. Klisterschmuck, the head of touring.
"Ms. Klisterschmuck," I expolsulated, "I quit."
"Now, Cleetus you idiot, you don't want to do that."
"Ms. Klisterschmuck, I don't know if you know it, but my last name is Ferbderbler, a fine old name, not idiot..."
"Touchy, touchy: You're probably jet-lagged from the tour."
"Ms. Klisterschmuck, we traveled to our last appearance in Damascus at the Displaced Persons' Camp # 472 by a vintage 1947 prop plane, not a jet. Then we traveled by van to an Ebola hospital in the Congo---it took two weeks. Our per diem was calculated in maize."
"Cleetus, thousands of young improvisors would kill for these opportunities."
"Ms. Klisterschmuck, I will miss the comraderie, the $65 a show, and the per diem calculated in the local currency..."
"By the way, you still owe us from the North Korean debacle: How anyone can spend $600 a day in North Korea and not own the place is beyond the accounting department..."
I raised my hands in a gesture universally signalling, "Enough!"
"Enough!" I said. "I am moving to LOS ANGELES!"
"Bon voyage; leave your forwarding address with accounting."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Friday, August 16, 2013
"Cleetus Ferbderbler, Boy Improvisor, Announces New Tour with Famous "Comedy School"
Dear Everyone,
Well, as those of you who follow my adventures know, after my terrifying descent into drug addiction,
(July 26---28th), I became a drug counselor.
After the ruckus when I returned their quiz results, I was seriously doubting this career path, when Fate, that merry minx, interrupted with a phone call from a certain famous "comedy school":
Ms. Klisterschmuck, Director of Touring: Cleetus, you idiot.
Me: Ms. Klisterschmuck, my last name is Ferbderbler, not "you idiot."
Ms. K: Whatever. I need you to tour with 3rd World Co next Tuesday to Egypt.
After some heavy duty bargaining re; per diems! (I now know to demand more than $1.65 per day; this tour I'm getting $2.50! Score!).
After Cairo, we are scheduled to appear at something called Ebola Camp # 2, which should be a hoot.
All in all, quite a relief from drug counseling!
Well, as those of you who follow my adventures know, after my terrifying descent into drug addiction,
(July 26---28th), I became a drug counselor.
After the ruckus when I returned their quiz results, I was seriously doubting this career path, when Fate, that merry minx, interrupted with a phone call from a certain famous "comedy school":
Ms. Klisterschmuck, Director of Touring: Cleetus, you idiot.
Me: Ms. Klisterschmuck, my last name is Ferbderbler, not "you idiot."
Ms. K: Whatever. I need you to tour with 3rd World Co next Tuesday to Egypt.
After some heavy duty bargaining re; per diems! (I now know to demand more than $1.65 per day; this tour I'm getting $2.50! Score!).
After Cairo, we are scheduled to appear at something called Ebola Camp # 2, which should be a hoot.
All in all, quite a relief from drug counseling!
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
"Cleetus Ferbderbler, Speaks Out on Revolting Drug Addicts"
Dear Everyone,
Well, my terrifying descent into drug addiction (July 26--28th) yielded many interesting experiences, but none more terrifying than when I returned their dismal quiz results to my group of "ex" junkies.
Honestly, drug addicts have a rather poor reputation: You would think they'd appreciate an honestly-graded written quiz.
The revolt began with Doc (everything in group is completely confidential; however, I will hint that he has that name for a reason{if you need heart surgery in Evanston, consider going somewhere else; I'm just saying}.
"Um, Cleetus?"
"Yes, Doc?"
"Is there some reason you marked me down on the frequency of bus service to Humboldt Park question?"
"Yes, Doc, there is: You wrote 'My Benz does my biz,' which was not the question; as a graduate of Princeton, I expected better of you."
There was a bit of a kerfuffle: Many in the group did not appreciate having an Ivy Leaguer in their midst. Even my degree in improvisation and cooking from Valdosta Community College raised a few eyebrows.
We then broke for coffee, and surprisingly, no one returned.
How fickle drug addicts can be!
Well, my terrifying descent into drug addiction (July 26--28th) yielded many interesting experiences, but none more terrifying than when I returned their dismal quiz results to my group of "ex" junkies.
Honestly, drug addicts have a rather poor reputation: You would think they'd appreciate an honestly-graded written quiz.
The revolt began with Doc (everything in group is completely confidential; however, I will hint that he has that name for a reason{if you need heart surgery in Evanston, consider going somewhere else; I'm just saying}.
"Um, Cleetus?"
"Yes, Doc?"
"Is there some reason you marked me down on the frequency of bus service to Humboldt Park question?"
"Yes, Doc, there is: You wrote 'My Benz does my biz,' which was not the question; as a graduate of Princeton, I expected better of you."
There was a bit of a kerfuffle: Many in the group did not appreciate having an Ivy Leaguer in their midst. Even my degree in improvisation and cooking from Valdosta Community College raised a few eyebrows.
We then broke for coffee, and surprisingly, no one returned.
How fickle drug addicts can be!
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