Jist.
I'm a director and producer in New York, and have a production company called DISPOSABLE.
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One of the most common categories of questions I get to this improv blog is the “I’m playing with someone bad. What do I do?” Variations include that so and so is sticking out amongst the group, or maybe is behind everyone else, or playing really broadly, or mugging at the audience, or is somehow…
Just to play Old Man on the Mountain here: I was moaning to Kevin Dorff about a player I didn’t like on a team I was on once and his advice was don’t worry about “the guy.” He said, you’ll get rid of “the guy” and there’ll be a new “the guy.”
As an improv teacher, I can see the judging of other people a mile away and the most successful people strap in and go for the ride. They’re generous of spirit towards one another. That’s the whole “treat each other as geniuses” part of it.
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MTV’s Guy Code Blog did a nice write up of The Jo(h)n Daly Project.
It’s part of the code of guys now, so look it up, Griprippers!
http://guycodeblog.mtv.com/2012/07/18/john-daly-google-bomb/
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This piece by J.D. Project Angel Sara Warren reminds me of the mid period work of Shoe York artist Andy Weirdhol.
Andy had taken over the clowntown Shoe York scene by nineteen sixty with his chosen band of elite assholes, the Fuckslunts. These self proclaimed super-dickheads were liked by no one, and hated by most. They were led to prominence by Whou Peed, leader of the house band Silky Process. Whou came to prominence in April of nineteen sixty by predicting the movie Hope Springs release date with only one minute to go.
The fuckslunts all used to gather in Weirdhol’s scaffolding and foil superhotel, “The Snack-Bar”. They’d talk about sex while having it big time in sleeping bags. Eventually, Weirdhol’s “paintings” became whatever garbage some Fuckslunt pissed on that day. And their pee smelled bad. Bad Bad Leroy Brown bad. The Snack Bar Snack Bar only served onion rings and candy.
This instance of a classic Color-Period Weirdhol came from this one day when Dicktuck Fuckslunt ate 5 smack-tacos and shit out the resulting knife. He applied the paint to the floor of the Snack Bar and then paid uptight white cripples to do “the monkey” on it until it went out of style, and was then put into a Pepsi commercial.
Timeless, iconic, and shrouded with worthlessness, this piece truly says
“Stop Talking about me Now”.
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