Yes, and memory loss.
I spent the bulk of the week sitting with my father. My father who had brain surgery the week before. My father who has dementia. My father who, it quickly became clear, didn’t know who I was.
I spent the bulk of the week sitting with my father. My father who had brain surgery the week before. My father who has dementia. My father who, it quickly became clear, didn’t know who I was.
…because the characters cared, so did the audiences, sometimes to the point of tears.
I remember, in that circle, one vet, whose injuries required that he lay face down on a gurney, stretching his arms up behind him as high as they would go, his hands clasped to friends on either side who lowered their arms enough to keep the chain linked.
With all the various links in place, we’re all going forward giving proper attribution to NTOW whenever we produce the show. This is how it’s supposed to work.
And I thought, “Huh, haven’t done one of those in years. I should go. Never know, something magical might happen.” So I went. And it did.
Trust me on this. Want to get better? Challenge yourself to fail.
When a don’t happens, it pulls up the negative internal critic, which tends to hang around for a while. When a do happens, it might pull up a “Woo! Kick ass!” which only makes us want to do more.
Here are a few posts I like from Seattle improvisers.
Be aware of what you’re wearing on stage.
Put the improvisers in two lines, and tell them to do the absolute worst improv they’ve ever done.