‘Improvisation’ Category

  1. Young and old… experience and not…

    October 25, 2011 by admin

    Lately I’ve heard lots of discussions  about the differences between advanced and beginners (in various fields of work and life but especially in improvisation). In fact, there aren’t so many discussions as there are assumptions.  both good and bad to be young and old

    When people talk to me about improvisation workshops, they talk about the number of years they have been working at improvisation. They say, “We are just beginners. We’ve only been at it for a couple of years.” Or they say “We are advanced and want to push ourselves more. We want an advanced workshop on …” and then they list all the topics they should be taught.

    It’s a bit frustrating to hear the titles mixed with values – “we aren’t good because we are beginners.” Vs. “We are good because we are advanced.” There is a bias with age and ability.

    Confucius says, “ Respect your elders because they are old and wise.“ He never met a majority of the current politicians or financial ‘experts’. And young people are supposed to be limited, and ignorant of how things ‘should be’ done.

    Old woman and nurse in Lima

    I would choose the idealism of those who stand for ‘ideal’ moral values over those who would benefit on the lives of the weak any time.

    The Arab Spring has altered political situations in many countries. Look at the protesters. Most of them are the young students who shouldn’t know what “truth”  is. With luck, their kind will rule the earth very soon.

    But I digress… In a class where I am told to teach specific things because the group is advanced… I almost always run into trouble because the only thing advanced is the ego. These groups and individuals who talk about ‘higher knowledge’ OFTEN (not always) seem to be compensating for a lack of understanding.

    Give a man a bottle of aspirin and tell him to give them to people with headaches. You have taught him a procedure to affect a condition. If he then believes he is a great healer, he misses the point. He sells himself as a great doctor  but his pills don’t always work and so he asks for other pills to prescribe.

    Is he a doctor? No. He keeps looking for new tricks to solve headaches but he doesn’t understand anything at the core of the problem. What causes headaches? What exactly do the medicines do?

    In improvisation, those who are bored are generally those who have not discovered how to improvise. The packages that they play with have become dirty and there’s nothing inside of substance.

    I just watched a taping of an improvised television show here in Santiago, Chile. Three of the improvisers are the senior improvisers who put the group together and along with a new, young improviser who is part of their group, they brought in a few guests who were their students.

    It's not my birthday but I'll eat your cake!

    The new improvisers were bright eyed and present. They saw the others on stage while the older improvisers had a look of sometimes being cool and sometimes being bored.

    When I talked to them after the taping I was told that some of them had grown ‘accustomed’ to their positions. Some of them felt a little bored or tired. Some wanted the others to do the work.  Another excuse was that some were protecting their positions that they had developed over the years as the city’s best improvisers.  These are my friends and I like them very much but the pattern of behaviour is predictable.

    And what does that mean? That means that their audiences start getting bored and look to the ‘younger’, ‘fresher’ improvisers for the work that inspires.

    In a classroom with some new improvisers, some more advanced improvisers and some in the middle, there is a rich learning experience IF the improvisers can keep their egos aside and their minds open. Newer improvisers bring fearlessness. They aren’t trapped by rules. They lack some awareness and experience. Experienced performers bring a stability from knowledge but often bring an ego. They bring other baggage as well that makes them protect themselves from failure.

    Imagine if you got laughs all your life for a behaviour that you could do whenever you want. Wouldn’t you use that tool when you felt the show was suffering or you were having an off night?  And then the danger of taking it easy on yourself by relying on that one skill becomes very tempting.

    Some older ‘experienced’ improvisers are slowly breaking their bones with the weight of their own success. They use crutches that have worked before instead of going through the ‘pain’ of learning new things.

    It’s no wonder we learn slower and less effectively as we age. But don’t get me wrong… I like working with all the improvisers. I get tired of being around any one type of improviser or person for too long. Variety is good.


  2. Life and Death and Bogota Colombia…

    October 11, 2011 by admin

     

    Death and Life was a theme in Bogota.

    Ahhhhhh Bogota Colombia. My time has ended here but the memories give birth to inspiration and new ideas. The International festival featured individuals from Germany, Argentina, Colombia and Canada.

    One of my fondest memories was the show on Friday night.

    If you have never heard an audience truly  connected in varied states of emotional reaction then you haven’t really felt the power that improvisation has.  There were moans of sadness, screams of anger, oceans of laughter and other varied pockets of emotions for the show. It’s everything an improvisation group would hope for.

    A man working on cars in Bogota

    The audience left with big smiles and a warm glow. Many audience members stayed behind to meet the cast and hang out with each other at the front entrance of the theatre. Creating the environment where people don’t want to leave means they will likely return.

    On stage an Improviser comes up with an idea.  IT’S A GREAT IDEA!  But… the story on stage changes and no longer fits with the story in the improvisers mind.  The greedy improviser holds on to his personal vision and the scene dies.  The smart improviser kills his idea to make room for the birth of the new story.

    One of the nice elements in the show was the balanced fight for the integrity of the scene versus the playful nature of the improvisers. It’s exciting when there is danger that the whole train might go off the tracks and over the edge of mayhem but it is pulled back just in time.

    The improvised play where a man battles death and finally embraces it after a long battle had the audience emotionally engaged on many levels. Equally engaging was the gibberish play in Japanese Gibberish of a man looking for the meaning of life and finding it in love only to lose it and find it again in death.

    The audience was given the choice to see the ending of just ONE of the two plays above.  They wouldn’t alow that choice to exist.  They yelled until they saw both.

    During one of the workshops, one of the students came to an understanding that Improvisation can be more than gags and cheap laughs. He asked how they could re-train their audience to see the worth of a complete meal of improvisation where they had become used to evening of just candy.

    I suggested they shouldn’t be scared to kill their audience.

    By working towards what would inspire themselves to grow, they might lose some audience members but would eventually gain a crowd that would come back more healthy week after week after week for something that fed them on many levels rather than something that became predictable.

    The Theatresports match on Thursday was a great learning experience for the audience and cast. The show built slowly and in a perfect arc that shows should have. The audience went from passive theatre watchers, to people who yelled at judges and cheered for their favourite performers.

    Seeing people who have never performed before bravely risk standing on stage,  giving birth to what will hopefull be long lives of stage improvisation was a pleasure.

    Bogota BoyIn the note session after the show there was some comment from people feeling they didn’t get enough time on stage.  In the discussion that followed  I hope that there was a realisation that the show was for the audience. Where the performers can kill their ego and fear to enhance the audience experience, then the improvisers will have grown to a stronger state.

    Everyone involved in Lagata’s international Impro festival felt a sense of loss at the end at the same time they felt gifted with the tools of new inspiration to create new and equally inspiring work.

    Now it’s done. What comes next?

    For me…  Peru.

     


  3. IMPRO as a social concern:

    September 14, 2011 by admin

    This Sunday at the Loose Moose Theatre in Calgary, Canada a group of improvisers will get together for a good cause. They will hold a benefit performance to aid in the rebuilding of The Court Jesters home in Christchurch, New Zealand.

    If you remember, Feb 22, 2011, Christchurch was devastated by an earthquake that killed many and destroyed a large chunk of the city.

    The Jester’s home at the Court Theatre (http://www.courtjesters.co.nz/) didn’t survive the quake.Home of the Jesters - New Zealand improvisers

    Emma Cusdin, a member of the Jesters, had been living in Calgary and exploring the Loose Moose when she had the idea to put some spontaneous entertainment together to raise cash and bring the plight of her home back to the public’s attention.

    We hear about the initial devastation and then we move on to the next sexy disaster, forgetting about those still in the messes of Earthquakes, famine, disease and any other disaster.

    Improvisers are in a perfect position to help those in need.  We can mobilize quickly and adapt to almost any condition to put on a show that people will willingly come to.

    It’s a common belief that performers are generally a self centered bunch, happy to get their time on stage and complain when their dressing room is missing a stocked bar.  We know this isn’t true (of everyone).  But it is a little surprising at how rarely we donate a show, a moment or a piece of our time and talent for a good cause.

    Consider an idea being developed at the moment at the Loose Moose.  “Thursdays for a Cause”.  One day of the month would be given to a cause to aid in benefitting the community at large. In reality it takes little effort on the theatre’s side because the benefitting organization will take up the administration and the performers just need to drop in for a couple of hours and entertain.

    There is a movement growing that looks at the win/win mentality of idealistic partnerships in the corporate world.  Altruism is not all that it appears to be.  When we give to others, the obvious outcome is a financial boost to a needy group and a focus of attention on their cause.

    The unseen benefits include a broadening of the theatre’s audience base. (Consider the massive mailing list that the Cancer foundation or Alzheimer’s society advertises their programs to.)

    There’s also the media possibilities as your company benefits from the ‘altruistic’ connection you are creating. There are other hidden benefits that make this more than a “freebie” but in fact turn it into a beneficial marketing venture.

    And in the end, the idea of building a strong relationship with the community will only benefit you in the long run.

    “Improv Meets Autism”  was a successful  fund-and-awareness raising Improvisational event put together by two German improvisers Christiane and Deniz Döhler whose son Luka has autism.  http://www.artistsmeetautism.org/English/index.html

    Reading about the SonRise Program which had great success with autistic children, Christiane and Deniz noticed that the program had similar qualities as improvisation; support, seeing offers and adding to them.

    “After having overcome an initial shyness, I started by telling one workshop participant about the parallels between the pro-gram and improv and she immediately volunteered to come and play with our child. Two months later, it was ten improv players and we always explained the program in improv lingo. We kept looking for appropriate improv games and techniques that could help us reach our goal. And Luka’s development skyrocketed.

    Search the internet and you will find numerous improvisation groups tackling issues and concerns to make the world a brighter place for everyone. Consider reaching out and offering your skills to a cause.  You might discover that your own benefit is greater than the expense.

    There’s a final note about the Christchurch fundraiser.  Unexpectantly,  Emma’s father passed away a few days ago and Emma was on the first flight home.  She tossed in the towel for the benefit show.  There was too much to do and she understandably wanted to be near her family.

    Before her plane set down in her home of Christchurch, a group of improvisers in Canada had already taken up her cause.  The show will go on for Christchurch.  Take care Emma.


  4. Man Sitting and Cookie Thieves

    May 15, 2011 by admin

    cookie-man

    Genius in truth means little more than the faculty of perceiving in an unhabitual way
    – William James

    It was 7:30 in the morning and I had to cross the city to teach a group at an elementary school.  I ran to the bus, knowing that it would be packed and I would be standing for the duration of my trip.  It would only be twenty minutes travel time but still, there’s a status symbol to have a seat while others stand.

    In the past, I’ve been the only one standing on a rush hour bus and I’ve seen the condescending eyes of those blessed with their uncomfortable  plastic seats.  How they look at you all proud of their little possessions.  (All kidding aside, you know what I realllly hate?  I hate insensitive people who take up two seats when the bus or train is full.  It’s usually them and their bag sitting beside each other, an inconsiderate couple on their little journey together.  How can you do that?  Or am I being insensitive to the needs of book bags and backpacks?… but I digress)

    SO, I got on the bus and guess what?  Yes you are right – A SEAT FOR ME.  “Congratulations Shawn – Thank you very much”.   Oddly, others were standing and not jumping on this little treasure.  So be it.

    In the seat next to mine was a sleeping young man with his head covered by his ‘hip-hop hoodie’.  His arms were crossed and legs spread out into the aisle so that people moved around to avoid bumping him.   Ahhh Not me.

    I mean really, his feet are right there, stretched into the aisle with a sense of ownership on this common walking space.    That didn’t seem right, fair or considerate… So I bumped into those dirty running shoes as I got to the seat.  His feet moved slightly and then readjusted to the same point in the middle of the aisle.

    Good enough, I made my point.

    Then I realised why others might not be sitting in the seat beside him.  As I took MY seat and prepared a glance around to connect with fellow travellers, I recognized that the kid’s left knee was firmly pushing into my space.  And not only pushing into my space but jutting into my leg.   His elbows were obviously over the line of what would be allowed by any organisation that might regulate that sort of thing…. which there isn’t… except in my mind.

    No one would be comfortable sitting beside the little seat hog.  So I decided to take a stand for all those who have suffered under wide knee expansion on busses and trains and movie theatres everywhere.  (Hey, did you know that on the windows on trains in Japan they have stickers of a stick man image – a man sitting on a seat with his legs spread wide apart, taking up all the space with a red line through it? “Men with legs spread apart, close it up!”  http://artpad.art.com/?kjis1a5xofs is a funny example of what I’m talking about    )

    So I pushed back against his leg with some slight resistance just to the point where his seat and mine joined.  I didn’t want more seat than I deserved -  just what I paid for.

    WOMP! His knee pushed back.

    What the…   Really??? And so I pushed back again.  And again his leg came back at mine more forcefully.  Amazing!! For the next five minutes a little status game of physical domination ensued until finally, this little beast sat up, took hid hood off, turned to me and said “You are a rude man.”

    With his hood down, I realised that my adversary was a teen about 15 years old with Downs Syndrome.  His ability to perceive the problem was about the level of  a 5 or 6 year old.

    Yeah.

    Well I showed him!

    My problem was that I showed no empathy outside of the reality that I had become accustomed to on early morning busses in my area.  My assumption that everyone around me was equal in thought, comprehension and consideration mislead me.  The reality that I was living in was not the  reality of the moment but the reality of my past.

    I got off the bus to the stares of the other passengers.   It made me think of the story about Douglas Adams and the cookies.  If you don’t know Douglas Adams, he’s the late great writer responsible for the Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy and other fun books.   This is what happened to him:

    THE COOKIE STORY BY DOUGLAS ADAMS

    This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong.

    I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.

    I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind.

    Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.

    It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.

    Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.

    You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know. . . But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?

    In the end I thought, nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.

    Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice . . .” I mean, it doesn’t really work.

    We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.

    Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.

    The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line.

    (Excerpted from “The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time” by Douglas Adams)

    This entry is getting long… You get the point.   We get blinded by what we “KNOW”.

    When knowledge gets in the way of knowing what’s REALLY going on we mess it up for those who are willing to be present  and open to the world.  See reality as it exists and not just as it exists for you.

    Now back to work, or cheese making or whatever it is you were doing.

    Have a good day,

    Shawn