It’s About Time
It’s been a while since I had a good improv show. Whether it’s because I’ve been stressed or because audience numbers have been down or because I’m not getting enough taurine and guarana, I don’t know. All I know is that I haven’t had a good show in a long time.
Last night, I had a decent show. It wasn’t a great show, but it was decent. It was decent enough for me to put off the “I don’t know, maybe I’m just done” thoughts I’d been having. I was worried that maybe I’d used up all my funny. It was nice to discover I had a little bit left.
Trying to explain an improv show is a lot like describing a dream or a video game. Think back to the last time someone told you a dream they had: “So, I was at my uncle’s house, but it was really Buckingham Palace. You and Jimmy were there, only it wasn’t really Jimmy, it was an owl with a moose head…” And it goes on from there. Video game: “After you get the feather (you have to hit the invisible box right after the three turtles), then you can fly, but only in limited bursts. Fly to the pipe that has teeth and get the hammer. Then…”
So, I’ll just say this about the show: my favorite scene I participated in was the film noir version of Cro-Magnon baseball players discovering the moon. Really.
And with that, now I’m looking forward to the next show.