There are some disadvantages to being an actor. Waiting by the phone like a fifteen-year-old girl is one. However, it does have its advantages. Like participating in the Big Shows of the Young Storytellers Foundation, which are an absolute blast.
There are some disadvantages to being an actor. Waiting by the phone like a fifteen-year-old girl is one. However, it does have its advantages. Like participating in the Big Shows of the Young Storytellers Foundation, which are an absolute blast.
As faithful, unpaid readers well know, in the past few months I’ve participated in several shows at the marvelous UCB comedy theatre in Hollywood. In my most recent show there, SketchCram, one of the skits went well enough that UCB decided to shoot it as one of their short films. (Several shorts a month are posted on ucbcomedy.com/videos).
So apparently I just can’t get enough of the UCB Theatre. I was there a couple months ago for the ‘Lost’ skits, then last month for Assscat!, and I’m returning this Saturday night at midnight.
This time I’ll be performing in Sketch Cram, in which a sketch is written, directed, memorized and rehearsed, all within 12 hours. If it’s like the other shows at UCB, it’ll be a fantastic time. Hope to see all of you there — especially those of you from overseas.
I’m sometimes asked what it’s like to face an audience. It’s not something I can put into words, but that’s never stopped me from trying (and wasting people’s time as while I do). However, this may help. At last weekend’s film festival at the KY Center for the Arts, I wandered onto the stage and took a photo of the empty house.
There are just so many tempting directions to take that title… But we have ground to cover, people, so that’s a riff for another day. (sigh.)
Asssscat! is the name of a regular show at the fabulous UCB comedy theatre (which held the ‘Lost’ show two weeks ago – posts here and here).
The set-up: Using a suggestion from the audience, a guest monologist spills his guts for 5-10 minutes by sharing his thoughts, feelings, or a meaningful story from his past. Then a group of improv comedians comes up on stage, takes those guts, and spins them into comic gold. Then we do it again: Suggestion, guts, comic gold. Repeat until guest dies.
So who are these mystery monologists? UCB website: “Some guest monologists are talented celebrities, others are screwed up weirdoes.”
This Saturday’s monologist and guts-spiller? I am he. It should be loads of fun — for everyone else. (Kidding!) I’m sure it’ll be a blast.
The UCB schedule is here, and the show description and link to tickets is here.