If you could relive a day where you were in an actual improv scene (in a show or a class), over and over until the scene was "perfect" and then you'd be allowed to move on to the next day, which one would it be? I'll start.
I was in a show that scared the beejeebees outta me in Chicago. It was a fun day, so that'd be cool. I was with friends, which was great. The audience was small, so it'd be fun to wow those few ppl with an awesome show. And some of those ppl are gone from my life, so I'd like to go back there.
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I would relive the day I performed in Jackson, Mississippi.
First of all my brother and his family lives there. My nephew could've seen the show if I had talked to the venue earlier. We had just driven in from New Orleans and a huge storm was pouring down on top of us. Heading for St. Louis the very next day.
My performance suffered because I had been convinced that playing other cities was somehow different than playing Austin. The first scene had weird, manic energy which made me go into my shell a bit. Not to mention that my brother was watching like a hawk.
It was a great show overall but there were just things that bugged me about it. I never got into the headspace that I enjoy -- those spontaneous moments that you could describe as a direct experience. Oh yeah! We opened for a heavy metal / punk band that was louder than any music I had ever heard ever. It was such a strange bill. (not the strangest on the tour tho.)
Before I forget we got pulled over and harassed by the police because one of our troupe members is black. Come on now, Jackson. We demand a do-over.
First of all my brother and his family lives there. My nephew could've seen the show if I had talked to the venue earlier. We had just driven in from New Orleans and a huge storm was pouring down on top of us. Heading for St. Louis the very next day.
My performance suffered because I had been convinced that playing other cities was somehow different than playing Austin. The first scene had weird, manic energy which made me go into my shell a bit. Not to mention that my brother was watching like a hawk.
It was a great show overall but there were just things that bugged me about it. I never got into the headspace that I enjoy -- those spontaneous moments that you could describe as a direct experience. Oh yeah! We opened for a heavy metal / punk band that was louder than any music I had ever heard ever. It was such a strange bill. (not the strangest on the tour tho.)
Before I forget we got pulled over and harassed by the police because one of our troupe members is black. Come on now, Jackson. We demand a do-over.
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i don't know that i could ever feel like i got it "right," and thus could never move on. so the question for me is "what improv show do you want to live in for the rest of eternity?" i think the final Jury show (the party afterwards was technically part of the show, so...yeah. 
), any episode of Showdown and the last Process show are immediate contenders in my mind. and last year's marathon was a pretty transcendent experience i could relive happily, though i would eventually start to miss what "sleep" felt like. 
), any episode of Showdown and the last Process show are immediate contenders in my mind. and last year's marathon was a pretty transcendent experience i could relive happily, though i would eventually start to miss what "sleep" felt like. Sweetness Prevails.
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