Last week I did the Mancow morning radio show in Chicago.
It did not go well.
As a comic, I’ve done a lot of morning radio. It’s the main press for most Midwest clubs. Never have I had an experience like the one I just had.
Everybody is familiar with the Morning Zoo stereotype – the sound…
Even more my hero today than he was before.
"We might as well fucking ask." YES.
MIGHT AS WELL FUCKING ASK!
"Might as well fucking ask." I think I’ll just beat myself in the head with a brick with this quote written on it until it finally gets through my thick skull.
In almost every improv program I’ve been through, from high school to college to my professional training as an adult, I’ve gone through the initial and ubiquitous “three line scene” drill. You know the one—it’s a little different everywhere but it generally works like this: the class or team…
Just when I think “The House that Del Built” is gone and not coming back, Rachel Klein whips out another superbly polished gem of improv wisdom. Just about everyone I know should read this.
Ben Smith nails my childhood: “Lehrer’s songs and influence have survived his own indifference, and survived his place in the cultural cul de sac that was the anti-hippie, anti-folk music square left. If your parents went to a fancy college in the late 1950s, they probably played you “Poisoning Pigeons in the Park” when you were 7, and “New Math” when you were 11, and blushed trying to explain “I Got It from Agnes.”“
I’m a little rusty on “New Math” but I still know “The Elements” by heart…