Three years ago, iO Chicago decided they’d had enough of my first Harold team, Whiskey Rebellion. Moments ago, I learned they’ve dispensed with my second – ButchMAX.
I take this news with more stoicism than the first announcement. Objectively, our shows haven’t been cohesive for a while. I accept my role in that.
Unlike 2010, I’ve learned that I will not be placed on a new team.
Of course, I’m confronted with the sadness of the situation. I love improvisation more than anything. I moved to Chicago to pursue it. Hell, I write a blog about it. That’s taking a nerdy pursuit and elevating it to obsession. And now, my only outlet for performance has been severed.
To be honest, I’ve noticed my own performance slipping over the last few months. I have my theories about why that happened. But I also noticed a dramatic increase in the quality of my scenes after my workshop with TJ Jagodowski. I felt that I was breaking through barriers previously thought impenetrable.
The question for a performer in my position is, “What now?”
Well, I intend to continue coaching. And I have at least one audition lined up at another theater. Beyond that, I don’t know.
I’m really over the notion of having a mysterious group of theater police deciding how much stage time I get. For too long, I’ve waited patiently for opportunities. And they haven’t really come my way. It’s time for me to chart my own course and seek the stage time I deserve.
More than anything, I’ll miss my weekly rehearsals with Tim Reardon, Karisa Bruin, Mike Brunlieb, Julia Weiss, Nate Parkes, Allison Yolo, Amy Speckien and Jeff Murdoch. They are wonderful people who’ve made my life better.
One day, I’ll look back on this and laugh. I can’t believe I spent six years performing for free and praying I might get more than two shows a month.
Got an improv question? Or, seriously, got a team for me to join?
E-mail me at boilingpointimprov[at]gmail.com