I’ve been around a long time and this is my blog so I’m going to say a thing here and it’s good I’m not on facebook so I can’t post it on your news feeds but here goes also it’s really judgmental I’m sorry sorry sorry:
You are supposed to go to your indie team/house team improv practice every week.
I bet that’s even true for sketch teams or something but I’ve never been on one so who knows.
Not most weeks. Not 3/4 weeks. All the weeks for all the months. And the whole thing. Not the whole thing except the first half hour or the last twenty minutes. Or the middle third.
Having another professional commitment doesn’t make missing not count. You’re still not there because of, like, the time-space whatever.
Also - making money is important! Sometimes we have to miss to make money! We don’t get paid and we even PAY to do this! But having a good reason doesn’t make you un-not there.
Missing does not make someone a bad person. Being late doesn’t either. It doesn’t even make you a shitty teammate or less of an improv lover. But it does make you less committed to that team or project and that, like, matters.
So I think maybe don’t be mad when someone calls you on that? Or when there are repercussions for being less committed. And if it, like, happens a lot then that does become a thing.
Why am I even SAYING this?
Well, 1. because Robber Baron had a member who was a WRITER on 30 ROCK for the entirety of our run so we practiced every Saturday at noon for three hours and it’s not because we were suckers, it’s because that’s what you did.
2. it’s less fun to coach/direct/teach under these new circumstances and I know it effects my commitment level too and that’s some damn bullshit on my part.
I am now going to end with a quote that is often incorrectly attributed to second President John Adams but actually comes from Peter Stone’s brilliant libretto for the musical 1776.
"Commitment, Abby, commitment. There are only two creatures of value on the face of this earth: those with a commitment, and those who require the commitment of others."
The old TC
(Looks like we’re doing this)
I interned at the front desk every Saturday-day for a year. One of my duties involved lugging the piano keyboard across the lobby to set up for musical improv. I hated it. I tried to do it when there was no one around because dragging this big case looked and felt ridiculous. Also the musical improv students were loud and kind of full of themselves. I did not want to help them.
One Saturday, as I was lugging the piano across the lobby, I heard someone say - in a voice that was equal parts superior and disinterested - “There are wheels on the other side.”
I looked up. It was one of the musical improv students. In my memory, he’s sitting cross legged and reading a comic book. He doesn’t even deign to look up. I didn’t even know his name but I think I remember telling someone he’s my nemesis.
A year later we were dating. This February was our five year anniversary.