Wednesday, March 27, 2013
New Theatre Collective Announced--Please notice spelling.
Dear Everyone,
I write to announce the foundation of a new theater collective, which should take care of everything.
After my last few weeks at improv class, I thought, after some prodding by the Maestro, my teacher, that I should seek a new outlet for my many talents, especially my Robot Voice.
Therefore, I called together a few loyal minions, and after many brainstorming sessions, and a few hangovers, we have announced:
THE THEATRE.
Please notice the spelling.
We are going to have many, many rehearsals. All of those plays like "12 Angry Men" and "1776" and "Aresenic and Old Lace" are FINALLY going to have a definative performance.
Follow us on Facebook, when we get our page up....
I write to announce the foundation of a new theater collective, which should take care of everything.
After my last few weeks at improv class, I thought, after some prodding by the Maestro, my teacher, that I should seek a new outlet for my many talents, especially my Robot Voice.
Therefore, I called together a few loyal minions, and after many brainstorming sessions, and a few hangovers, we have announced:
THE THEATRE.
Please notice the spelling.
We are going to have many, many rehearsals. All of those plays like "12 Angry Men" and "1776" and "Aresenic and Old Lace" are FINALLY going to have a definative performance.
Follow us on Facebook, when we get our page up....
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Message from Cleetus Ferbderbler, Boy Improvisor
"Dear everyone,
Last evening after my level 4 class, "Creating Humor out of Roomate Situations ,"
the Maestro came up to me with a peculiar look in his eyes (perhaps those rumors about his drinking are true).
"Cleetus, what the hell were you doing tonight?"
I patiently explained that I took a workshop this weekend (at another very well-known comedy institution here in Chicago, which seems to value creativity more than some well-known institutions I could name, but won't, on the advice of my attorney, Tom King Clear).
The workshop was entitled "Silencing the Censor Within" and got a little crazy, I must admit, but it was only $25.
We did this fantastic exercise for 6 hours where we did long-form improv without using the word "I."
You just do improv, but say things like, "The bus is late today." "Soon it will be winter." "Cheese is desirable." It's supposed to turn the improv stage into a crucible of truth.
The Maestro said, "I don't know what you think you were doing, but you sounded like the subtitles for a European art film."
I thanked him.
"That wasn't a compliment; please don't do it again."
I am at an artistic crossroads! I personally think that my "Cleaning the refrigerator" scene with my classmate Zenobia was some of my best work ever.
Stay tuned!"
Last evening after my level 4 class, "Creating Humor out of Roomate Situations ,"
the Maestro came up to me with a peculiar look in his eyes (perhaps those rumors about his drinking are true).
"Cleetus, what the hell were you doing tonight?"
I patiently explained that I took a workshop this weekend (at another very well-known comedy institution here in Chicago, which seems to value creativity more than some well-known institutions I could name, but won't, on the advice of my attorney, Tom King Clear).
The workshop was entitled "Silencing the Censor Within" and got a little crazy, I must admit, but it was only $25.
We did this fantastic exercise for 6 hours where we did long-form improv without using the word "I."
You just do improv, but say things like, "The bus is late today." "Soon it will be winter." "Cheese is desirable." It's supposed to turn the improv stage into a crucible of truth.
The Maestro said, "I don't know what you think you were doing, but you sounded like the subtitles for a European art film."
I thanked him.
"That wasn't a compliment; please don't do it again."
I am at an artistic crossroads! I personally think that my "Cleaning the refrigerator" scene with my classmate Zenobia was some of my best work ever.
Stay tuned!"
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Message from Cleetus Ferbderbler, Boy Improvisor---Assault on Free Speech
"Dear Everyone:
I am shocked to report that my free speech rights have been assaulted. Even more shocking, this occurred at a very well-known local institution known for "satire" and "comedy." (My attorney, Tom King Clear, has advised me to be vague).
After my Level 4 "Using Everyday Objects in a Funny Way" class last night, my instructor, the Maestro, came up to me and said, "Look, Cleetus. You're a nice boy, not too bright, maybe, but some people seem to like you."
As this was the kindest thing he has ever said to me, I began to tear up a little.
"But" he expostulated, "You can't hand out flyers for that damn Robot Voice Workshop in class."
I was stunned. "But, Maestro: I'm being entrepreneurial. I'm following my passion."
"Your passion stops at my classroom door."
I am considering legal action.
I am shocked to report that my free speech rights have been assaulted. Even more shocking, this occurred at a very well-known local institution known for "satire" and "comedy." (My attorney, Tom King Clear, has advised me to be vague).
After my Level 4 "Using Everyday Objects in a Funny Way" class last night, my instructor, the Maestro, came up to me and said, "Look, Cleetus. You're a nice boy, not too bright, maybe, but some people seem to like you."
As this was the kindest thing he has ever said to me, I began to tear up a little.
"But" he expostulated, "You can't hand out flyers for that damn Robot Voice Workshop in class."
I was stunned. "But, Maestro: I'm being entrepreneurial. I'm following my passion."
"Your passion stops at my classroom door."
I am considering legal action.
Cleetus Ferbderbler, Boy Improvisor Offers Workshop
A message from Cleetus:
"Dear Everyone,
Please sign up for my improv workshop, "Finding Your (Robot) Voice." Place and time TBA. Cost: $200."
"Dear Everyone,
Please sign up for my improv workshop, "Finding Your (Robot) Voice." Place and time TBA. Cost: $200."
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
More from Cleetus Ferbderbler, Boy Improvisor
"Dear Everyone: Shocking news. Second City has turned down my proposal for a Skybox show.
It was for a totally cutting-edge improv-based multimedia extravaganza, and...here's the kicker...
ALL ROBOTS!
Not actual robots, I mean, the cast would all play robots.
There must have been some mistake. If we all email Second City, perhaps this can be taken care of."
It was for a totally cutting-edge improv-based multimedia extravaganza, and...here's the kicker...
ALL ROBOTS!
Not actual robots, I mean, the cast would all play robots.
There must have been some mistake. If we all email Second City, perhaps this can be taken care of."
Monday, March 4, 2013
A message from my buddy, Cleetus Ferbderbler, Boy Improvisor
"Dear everyone, please come to my show. We are trying to raise money to start a kickstarter campaign.
It's BYOB, location TBD.
On a personal note, my teacher at Second City has raised grave doubts about my getting into the Conservatory. He particularly has artistic qualms about my "robot voice." I mean, come on-- really: as many of you know, it kills.
I have nothing but respect for the Maestro, as he likes to be called: Those two episodes of Will & Grace he was connected with are a formidable legacy.
I was thinking you could email him and urge him to reconsider. I don't have his email, but I'm sure you could send it to SC, and they could forward it."
It's BYOB, location TBD.
On a personal note, my teacher at Second City has raised grave doubts about my getting into the Conservatory. He particularly has artistic qualms about my "robot voice." I mean, come on-- really: as many of you know, it kills.
I have nothing but respect for the Maestro, as he likes to be called: Those two episodes of Will & Grace he was connected with are a formidable legacy.
I was thinking you could email him and urge him to reconsider. I don't have his email, but I'm sure you could send it to SC, and they could forward it."
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