"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!"
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