Riding on the Wall
A blog about improv, movies, pop culture, and the gray areas in between them. We will scrape the paint off this B*tch's wall.
Thursday, November 21, 2024
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Wednesday, September 13, 2023
One Score
Today (assuming you're reading this date of publication, and if not, let's just pretend), marks twenty years that I have been performing improv, a considerable milestone, given that I never really expected to still be making things up for this long.
Portrait of the artist as a young man, 2004 |
First San Diego show, ca 2008 |
Minus Winston, Chicago, 2008 |
I ask these questions, because I feel like I am always at odds with getting my own teammates to come to shows and rehearsals. The last two years of producing, I've seen an increase in the "ah,
dang". This phrase is always followed by someone telling you that they
have double booked themselves and have to back out of a show they were
"so looking forward to" and previously "can't wait for", but they're
sure everyone else is "going to crush" and "kill it" without them. But
you should definitely "let [them] know how it goes" because they are
"definitely there next time". It's also said by teammates who "know
you'll break legs" and "meant to let everyone know" before that they
can't be there tonight. (This is also occasionally followed by a domino
of other teammates who "also won't be there tonight", and then one brave
soul who asks the immortal question: "who is actually coming tonight?")
With Charles Webber, ca 2015 |
I'm absolutely blown away by the number of teams that seem to have great chemistry, a strong group identity, and real potential who are filled with people who continue to act like individuals rather than members of a group.
Relatedly, I see a lot of what I call "switchboarding": the practice of relatively young
improvisers being on 50 different teams simultaneously; seemingly hoping
that one of them will somehow become a great team. You make the community you're a member of, and when you make little investment in your projects, you can expect little return. And I say this knowing that I was one time someone who was on too many things, because it feels great to be told yes.
What I've noticed motivates improvisers a lot is "community", which is a term that I think means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. For some people, it just means like minded people, for others it fills a social need for friends, and others talk about it in reference to encouragement and collaboration. There's probably a whole 3D spectrum that most people would fall on, but one strange pattern I've seen is that if you get at least six improvisers together for at least 24-48 hours, it's only a matter of time until someone suggests an artist camp or commune. And this always sounds great in theory: living to do improv with your friends, no other concerns. But communities are sometimes defined as much by who is excluded as who is included, and any improv commune would rapidly be broken apart by arguments over who would be co-residents.
Effectively Merit Badge, ca 2016 |
All this to say, at the end of the day I think improvisers want to be thought of as 1) smart and 2) funny. They want that intelligence and humor to be respected by their fellow improvisers, and the esteem of their peers might be the most highly sought goal. They want the adoration of an audience that fills the house with laughter. And maybe most importantly, they want the power to walk away. A show every week is great, but what's even better is getting to do your craft when its convenient for you.
Of course, there's also that yearn to get back the high you got the first time you hit a joke. An even bigger high the first time you had a great show, and higher again when you found a team you could jive with regularly. And I've never fully gotten back to the highs in the past, but quitting is even less of an option. What in the hell would I do with all my spare time?
"Sometimes you chase the dragon, and sometimes the dragon chases you."
Happy improvising everyone, hope to see you around the circuit.
Friday, May 22, 2020
Can You Make It Up and Make It Good?
One of the things to get out of the way at the top is that any criticism of improv must endeavor to divorce itself, as much as possible, from personal judgements about the producers of the improvisation. A significant pillar of the practice of Neo-futurism, which, like improv, traffics exceedingly close to the reality of the performer(s) lived experience, and receiving feedback on a piece that is incredibly personal can feel like receiving feedback on the person themselves. This is not the aim of criticism, and shouldn't be, perhaps outside of the acknowledgment, for example, of the influence of H.P. Lovecraft's xenophobia and racism and the types of stories he wrote and how he wrote them. In general though, I'd argue most of the themes that we tackle in improv don't require us to know a lot about the lived experience of the performers to understand what they're doing on stage, at least not the way we are typically teaching and directing it. And at the very least, the immediacy of improv precludes a broader understanding of context, in that we're already coexisting in this context.
We should instead focus on trying to evaluate the relative merits of a piece of work as compared to other improv shows. Since that article, I've been trying to find examples of criticism to see where we're at, before figuring out where we're going. More specifically: what do we as creators of improvisation and, ideally, consumers of improvisation need to know in order to "appropriately" dissect improv in order to judge it?
Improv is unique in that, unlike most of other art forms, has very few enthusiasts or buffs that aren't also performers. (That this is likely due to most improv theater's business models being built primarily around making significantly more money off a student than an audience member is a discussion for another time.) We don't have fans in the same way that sports, film, music, or even furniture has fans: interested followers who partake in discussion and consumption but not deed.
And those contributions aren't insignificant, for while we might listen to Martin Scorsese's opinion of filmmaking, the academic critiques about what makes film "good" really fall to an adjacent class of user; to do something different runs a heavy risk of an incestuous ouroboros of self-indulgence (which, one could argue, improv already has). If you want to do improv for other improvisers, be prepared for a different kind of feedback and support than if you try to get the general public interested. A non-improviser likely wants some different experiences from a performance than an improviser does. Conversely, an improviser not only wants different things, but is also like to ignore some things simply because of how we're trained. We already know roughly how the process is, so we don't or can't "see" the things that might be glaring to other people.
If we consider the question of critique as "what is the most significant thing about this work" (which is, as it turns out, what the average audience is also interested in) through the lens that understands that the work is fleeting and discretely temporary, then the question becomes "what is the most significant thing about the kinds of work this group can produce". This makes our job easier, in a sense. We can look at individual shows or scenes not as the end-all-be-all, but as evidence towards what can be produced.
Since we largely sell a "process", visible in real time, to an audience, we really can only talk about that process primarily, and the ultimate product secondarily. I don't remove the final product from the equation entirely, because if we look back retroactively on shows, all we can truly remember is what we saw and heard (and felt) and that becomes the product. And, consequently, if we look at a tape of a great show, we're seeing that product of what we saw on stage: words, emotion, scenes, we can no longer view the process. The sudden schism between process and product may be why improv shows lack entertainment value (often) when viewed on tape. Those two diametric elements are now divorced, and in doing so, the product now lacks immediacy, presence, and risk.
As I've been wrestling with the nature of critical improv theory recently, I've been working from the angle of what are the limitations - knowing the boundaries and the conformational hindrances are how we can hopefully begin to describe just what the hell it is we're doing all the time.
Friday, May 1, 2020
This Is Not A Review of the Hit Netflix Special "Middleditch and Schwartz"
I have doubts that people will come out, not the least of which is that M&S looks a lot less like the kinds of improv shows that improvisers hold up as paragons of virtue, in the way that some people talk about Cook County Social Club or Parallelogramophonograph or Beer Shark Mice are revered, and a lot more like two already modestly famous actors doing a pretty funny show. I guess if you're already famous (or improv famous), it might make more opportunities for you to hock your show at various festivals and theaters (or possibly Netflix).
This isn't truly a review of M&S - I'll only say that it is very funny, is definitely improv, but isn't an example of what I would show students of what kind of show they should aspire to; for example, at least a few times every show there is an onstage negotiation about who is present, what their names are, and what is happening. Those things come up in typical shows, but it happens often enough here that it feels less like an honest "oops" and more like careless, thoughtless play. Most of the show is really just watching two men goof around with each other playfully, which may or may not be your kind of improv. End of "review".
More than anything though, we don't get to review or think critically about an improv show, and certainly not write about it. There are precious few reviews of improv shows, and the problem is a product of the lack of critical theory we have in popular culture for discussing improv in a critical light.
1. At a Q&A following a screening of "Rio Bravo" (1959, dir. Howard Hawks) in the halcyon days of this past February, Michael Phillips said that the basis of critical thought boils down to three questions:
- What was the creator trying to say?
- Did they say it?
- Was it worth saying?
In improvised theater, for better or worse, most shows would probably answer 'be funny', 'sometimes', and 'depends on how funny it was and how often you're coming to shows'. I've been in a few shows where we tried really had to "tell a coherent story" or "leave no loose threads" and those felt like quantum leaps from the other 90% of shows we did where we didn't even know who the cast was going to be until five minutes before showtime, and the stage plan was "let's do X form" (abandoned three minutes into the set because someone forgot or didn't know what the form was). My point here is not to spend an article knocking how casually we treat improv and how 90% of improv shows are 'meh' to 'nah' (see previous posts and also every improviser's social media ever), but to remind us that if we're going to think critically about shows, there's dearly little purchase to make a case on other than "yeah, funny".
2. Tied into #1 above, improv as a culture has a problem when it comes to what we care about and what we value. If you were to go through classes and read books and try to remove yourself from the macro culture, you'd probably believe that improv is all about mastering the craft, treating your fellows like 'artists, poets, and geniuses', forging interpersonal connections, getting out of your head, facing your fear, and aspiring to art over being funny. If you've done improv for some time, you know that's partially true, but it's mostly false. Being successful in improv is about being funny. Full stop, period, end of sentence. I've sat in auditions where whether someone was good at improv could be a tiebreaker, but at the end of the day, we cast the funniest people, end of story. Even Mick Napier of the Annoyance, the self-proclaimed watcher "of more improv auditions than anyone, ever" has said on multiple occasions that the people who get cast are the funniest. Improv values being funny as absolute currency, good anywhere, and to a lesser degree fame (see any festival ever) and to a lesser degree still whether or not the practitioner owns/operates an improv theater or festival. And that's it. Funny, Fame, Fiefdom. Again, not a gripe about the system that we all occupy and cannot change, but it's difficult for us to square up a craft that believes whole-heartedly one thing on paper, but rewards something completely different in practice. (For evidence, read every improv book ever, which probably has a chapter titled "Don't worry about being funny".)
3. The other glaring problem is one of repeatability; I can review M&S (I won't, but I could. Someone else already has so read them) because it exists in a state that can be reviewed identically by anyone with a Netflix account. Same goes for "Trust Us, This is All Made Up" (The TJ and Dave DVD) or Asssscat (for the record, I looked up how many S's are in it), episodes of "Whose Line is it Anyway?", and a small handful of tapes or uploads of teams (for my money, the tapes of Trophy Wife and 3033 are the gold standard). But for a lot of improv shows, they exist in that moment, and that moment alone (and outside of a few notable exceptions above, no regular audience member is going to watch a single-camera 25 minute video of an improv team playing on a Wednesday night) and then they're gone forever. Being critical of an improv team would require watching several shows to get a feel for the "average" output of the team, and while we as practitioners might, a "reviewer" probably won't. And your average audience member is probably only coming to see a show once, maybe twice a year? Have a bummer, and you've probably lost them forever.
4. The logical extension of the above is "which show(s)" are they going to watch? In my other theater life, I'm constantly writing press releases, begging press (and honestly anyone - are you a member of chamber of commerce? I'll comp you) to come give our production some ink. When they come, they come on opening weekend. This makes sense; if we're only running for three weeks, we'll get a few inches of copy for our second and third weeks, but what do we do for an improv show? I've had a few shows that ran regularly, but most of them have "open-ended" runs with an inconsistent schedule. If I get some press, how the hell are they going to write about a show they watched that will be next Thursday, the following Friday at 11, and the last Sunday at 7pm, and will run at least through the end of the month, but we're still waiting to hear from the theater manager if we'll get any spots in the following two months? And are reviewers supposed to come on opening night of a team? Most teams last a handful of months, are vague reconfigurations of other teams, have inconsistent casts ("hey ya'll I'm going to miss tonight because I have another show at Z theater, break all the legs!"), and are part of "three great teams for you tonight" so which version of your show are they supposed to review? If I was an improv reviewer, I'd wait until a team had been around for 6 months before I even considered coming to see them, or they had a definite end to the run.
5. And what do we want to critique? We don't have sets, costumes, props. usually no music, little lighting design, and our forms are often incomprehensible to an average audience or are simplified versions of extant genres or contexts ("Come see our Improvised Beach Movie show!"). So when a critic does commit some type to an improv show, they often rely on just describing the performer's appearance, which feels at least a little weird and mostly un-necessary. They way we teach improv is probably about 70% writing, 25% acting, and 5% directing, so just what in the hell should we be talking about once we get past "it was funny"? Well, we obviously still have to explain what improv is, so that's good for about a paragraph or two. Maybe worth devoting a paragraph to whether or not it is "silly", "serious", and/or "playful", and maybe another to whether or not the players have chemistry together, but if you're an improviser, you're probably nodding your head and thinking "that's what improv is". We wouldn't expect a critical analysis of "regular" theater to say:
The play featured complete sentences, scenes where the plot advanced, actions, emotions, and during one particularly pivotal moment, themes and subtext. The actors even memorized their lines!That's what I expect already, and critical theory needs to be rooted in "how is this different" from other examples, and "is it worth watching". The bottom line is, we're just not good at using words to analyze just what we're doing.
6. Last one, promise. There are no independent reviewers of improv who are also knowledgable students. If you live in a city that has a lot of improv, like NY, LA, Chicago, maybe Austin(?), you might be fortunate enough to have a critic that frequents comedy shows, but (at least here in Chicago) mostly when I see columns dedicated to a non-theater, non-standup performance, it's usually the scripted SC MainStage or ETC shows. In most environments, theatrical critics won't spend their time on an improv show unless it has Fame or a significant word-of-mouth behind it, not when traditional theater is much more "accessible" and is always clamoring for reviewers (and, see all the above, is easier to discuss and dissect than an improv show because of the nature of how theater has organized itself). And then, your theater reviewer probably hasn't done improv, so they probably don't know what they're looking for. Among improvisers, you're either actively doing it or have left it to move into other industries (either your "regular" job or to deal "real acting/writing/directing"). If you've left it, you either left on good terms with improv, or bad terms, and if the latter, you probably never want to see improv as long as you live. If you left on good terms or are still actively doing it, you can't talk about improv critically from inside it. Write a bad line (or hell, even a mediocre) line about a production, and that person/group/theater may never work with you again, and if you don't believe me, just know that all improvisers hold grudges, and their memories are long. Every community has people that are persona non grata to someone, and if they make decisions, they are gone. And obviously, you can't review your own shows - and if you're playing six times a week, you probably don't have time watch anything else anyway (seriously, just try to invite an improviser to an improv show).
Add all those problems, and you have an enterprise that resists review and critique, even from an artistic level. I hope that one day in the future we'll have enough language, distance, substance, and clarity to analyze it as an art form that seems to see itself either above or incapable of criticism. Maybe some hard critique will help in pushing it into the next wave. In the meantime, may I recommend the Netflix comedy special "Middleditch and Schwartz"? It's very funny, and the best example of what improv looks like right now.
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Doom is a Mood
As a result, it seems that this might be one of the longest stretches for most improvisers to go without doing improv. Sure, there are some Zoom jams, some online classes that may fill the gaps - but based on my own experience, and what I've heard from others, these will always be stop-gaps to satisfying the itch, and we're all counting down the days until we can do our Crazy 8's and Harolds in spaces with other warm bodies, preferably a nice hot crowd. For me, I realized last week that this is now the longest gap I've had from doing improv since 2005: the summer and fall immediately after I graduated college and before I moved back to Hattiesburg. And if the lockdown goes as long as the estimates are looking (based on a number of sources, some official and and some not, I'd wager there won't really be an "improv show" until August, and it'll probably be weird), this might be the longest I've gone without really doing improv since I started doing it in 2003.
I'm not sure if everyone else is taking the opportunity to evaluate or reflect on what improv "is" and what their place is in it. Over the last ~17 years, it has been a hobby, avocation, occupation, tool, social outlet, frustration, and aspiration. Through it, I've made some of the best friends that I've ever had; ones that let me crash on their couch, ones that I only see three times at year at festivals, and ones that I've seen get married and start lives with each other. It has also been a crucible through which I have seen some of the worst in people, and discovered which ones are irresponsible, immoral, unethical, and unprofessional, and under what circumstances they are willing to sacrifice their principles for the thing they "love" in favor of a spell of slow doom giving in to their basest instincts. At the risk of this sounding too dramatic ("The worst is not, So long as we can say, 'This is the worst'), I've also known the quietly diligent, the easily talented, people who have no friends but colleagues, and people who've only come to the table for a snack, not the whole feast.
It's gotten me thinking a lot about "improvisers" as a class, and the various ways in which we've categorized ourselves in relation to each other: owners, for instance, those who have legal and administrative custody and stewardship of the business. (It dawned on me that some improv theater owners never seem to start an improv theater with the intention of presenting an improved product, service, or manner of business - only the desire for them to be the ones providing it.) But improv theater owners are not monoliths, because improv theaters are not typical business ventures. The theater does not have many "employees" in the traditional sense, and instead the line is very blurry between an employee (someone who is paid to perform work) and a customer (someone who is paying for work to be performed).
Instead, improvisers often straddle (and co-occupy) many lanes during their "career" from an audience member watching a show, to a student paying for classes/workshops, to a performer not being paid for providing work that people have paid for, to (preciously rarely) a performer being paid for work that people have paid for, to being paid to be a teacher. Even the traditional "staff" at a theater are a mix of people doing work for intern credit, being paid hourly, drawing a traditional salary (oftentimes supplemented by additional pay for teaching and coaching), or merely volunteering their time (as happens regularly during festivals).
As a result, the improvisers at theaters get (justifiably) cranky at theater management who make decisions or rules; it's because everyone lives in a soupy middle zone of employee and customer (an employstomer, if you will). None of them are shareholders (people who hold legal and financial stake in an enterprise) in an official sense, but don't we all feel a rush of joy when a new theater opens or an extant one moves into a new space and an equal crushing blow when one closes or a team is cut? Every employstomer is responsible for simultaneously supporting and being supported by a business they have zero say in.
A lot of writing and thought has been given over the last five years or so to what a community is, and how to cultivate and foster its growth. Of course, communities are interesting in that they can (and often do) span multiple theaters, and really more cleanly defined by who isn't in them. Communities are groups of people with a common geographical, cultural, or value set, so to say the Chicago Improv Community is an amazingly amorphous description to define a group of people who've never been in the same room together - I know there's probably a thousand improvisers here I've never met and never will meet, and somehow they and I currently have enough in common to have the same general needs and goals.
To underline though: not all owners are bad. People don't become inherently bad because they sign a lease or have to make decisions. Not all decisions work for all people all the time, and leadership is about making tough decisions sometimes. True leaders are those that are there for the high times as well as the low; who have values and are willing to risk things for their values. Anything else is a term paper. Leadership in improv must come with the understanding that your customer, employee, and colleague are often the same fucking person. To be in our global improv community necessitates understanding the strange interconnectedness we all apparently have.
I don't know what improv will look like when it comes back. A friend asked me today: 'what's the first meal you're going to have when the quarantine is over?", and I stumbled at the simplicity of the question. It's folly to assume that the current state of affairs will have a clean stop and one day we'll all restart our Level 1's and Main Stage shows. The question 'when will be your first improv show back' is multiple parts: 1) when will we have a full rehearsal again, 2) when is the first show we can sell tickets to, 3) when is the first show that'll be packed, and 4) when will it be "business as usual", as well as another dozen subquestions that'll each have to be answered one step at a time, and the change will be so gradual that we probably won't notice right away that we got back to normal.
Maybe a better question is, what will our relationship(s) with improv look like when things get "back to normal". Will there be the same glut of shows, will we be so casual with our practice (and I mean practice here more in the sense that a doctor or lawyers have a practice), and will we still tolerate and endorse the same shallow negligence as before?
Do we miss improv now?
Will we remember that we missed it when it's back?
Saturday, February 9, 2019
Quod Aliis Revelare Illud Moderate
I had a best friend growing up; for the sake of maintaining some degree of anonymity, I'll call him "Ray". Ray was my absolute best friend; there never was a time that I didn't want to go to Ray's house, or play with Ray, or just be with Ray. Ray wasn't rich, but everything Ray had felt like just fun; he made every video game, movie, Lego set, or whatever, just cool by sheer virtue of his participation in it, and I, in turn, felt cool by sheer virtue of my proximity to him. One day, I insisted that Ray come over to my house to play Legos - I had come up with some story or adventure or some other nonsense that needed Ray to "make it". He didn't really want to go, but eventually I begged and pleaded enough that he did come over, and after that play date, he didn't speak to me again for three years. I had pushed our friendship too hard from him (though maybe squeezed, as in "blood from a stone" is more apt), and he didn't want me in his life, hanging on like a tick, any more.
I had a different friend in San Diego; he was the first friend I made out there, and I'll call him "Arnie" this time, and I really liked Arnie. He was a little younger than me, but we had similar interests and likes, and we got along real well. Over the two-ish years that he and I hung out though, we started having friction occasionally - things I told to him in confidence he would turn around (almost immediately) and share with other people, and he would never apologize or even seem to recognize a transgression. Eventually, he got a girlfriend and a new set of friends, and we had a (shouting) fight, and we didn't speak for three years, and not even once since then.
I used to work at a movie theater, and one day my parents came to see a movie, and one of my coworkers came up to me and said "your parents are so nice, why aren't you nice?". I was hanging out with a new friend in SD one Friday night, and I told him we probably wouldn't ever hang out again because I could tell he was starting to get tired of me. And sure enough, about a week later he got moved onto a different team and we haven't spoken since. And another SD friend of mine, who I'll call "Matthew" and I started out as very good friends, but over the course of 8 years of friendship we became barely more than colleagues, as I learned I couldn't trust him as a friend, and also that I was always going to be his "backup friend".
I need to break this up a little bit by saying that I have maintained a few friends; my best friend in college, JP (actual name) and I were near inseparable until he had to switch schools senior year, and my other best friend Noel (also actual name) and I lived together for about a year and a half after school.
What I have learned over ~35 years of life is that I am trouble for the people around me. Not in an Inspector Gadget, Mr. Magoo, physical peril kind of way, but in an eventual intolerable way. I'm never "not enough", and I'm always "too much". The real me is pushy, eager, but mostly just not "cool". He likes the right things, but never in the right way, and he likes the right people, but never correctly. He gets old for people, real fast, and I don't think anyone could ever tell you why, just that the real me isn't "right" and is off, just a little bit. The real me isn't wrong for any of the things he does, just the manner in which he does them. The real me wants people to like him, and really wants people to think he's a good guy, but he just can't do it. And I absolutely hate the real me. The real me has cost me so many friends, buds, acquaintances, friendlies, contacts, girlfriends, and a million other small, amicable relationships, because the real me is an absolute garbage fire. He just rubs people the wrong way, and most people don't want to deal with that. 99% of people want someone who is fun to be around out of the box, not someone who will always be the fourth friend.
My spirit animal will probably always be Pete Campbell from "Mad Men". Try as he might (and he really does) to be like Don Draper, he never will be. He'll get close, but in the end, he'll always rub people the wrong way.
The other thing that I have learned over ~35 years is to shut my mouth, stay out of people's way, and avoid overstaying my welcome. In friend groups, I have learned to very carefully measure the temperature of the room to know when my presence is about to reach people's tolerance limit. And most importantly, I never show the full, real me, because he won't earn people's affections. I have become Zelig-like, in my skill of matching and imitating the local flavor of the group and hiding the real me behind a screen of acting like everyone else is. And you can get pretty far with most people by mostly staying out of the way and matching their collective energy. I don't share more than a little of myself with anyone (currently only my friend Laurel bears the onus of my trust), and keep all my comments banal and tepid. Chances are if you've met me, I've never let you see the real me, because the real me drives people away and I hate that about myself.
I have come to despise phrases like "be yourself, everyone else is taken" or "live your best life" or "follow your bliss", because they only work if the big, bad, scary "U" on the inside is the kind of monster that other monsters get along with, and we humans are mostly social creatures. We're only thriving if we have trust and community to rest inside of, and for me, that person would be the first person voted off of every island, for no other reason than "we just kind of don't like him". This isn't an invitation for people to try to get to know me either. Every single person that I have let in has wished they stayed outside. We all have something wrong with us, sure, but for me, my defect is that I'm just not that likable. The real me doesn't deserve friends or companionship, but hopefully the me I wear everyday is at least tolerable.
As a parting note - I don't even think I know who the real me is anymore. I've buried, compartmentalized, neutered, and flattened all the parts of the real me that I possibly can. I probably haven't been the real me since maybe 2012, and seven years later I'm still trying to keep the rough edges sanded away enough to warrant others' sustained rapport, and the easiest way is to keep myself from persisting with people for too long.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to stop before you get sick of reading this.