An Extensive List Of Things I've Done

Showing posts with label On The Stage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label On The Stage. Show all posts

Feb 6, 2012

My performing and creating "hiatus" is officially officially officially OVER.  Some of you may be asking, "You were on hiatus?"  To which I would respond, "YES.  And it was HORRIBLE."  Sometimes I get overwhelmed by having so much stuff to do. This is usually a result of my lack of planning ahead.  You know that saying, "If it weren't for the last minute, I'd get nothing done?"  I hate that saying, but it's kinda my M.O.  TILL NOW.

I've been pretty good within the past couple of months at looking ahead at least a month and planning my Twin Cities world domination... which is how I completely pwned the Rockstar Storyteller Sexy Fun-Time Romance N Stuff show last night.  I had been making my lists and checking them 19 times (because I forget I've already checked them 18 times).  I made sure I had almost all the ducks (the pretty ones) in a row by Saturday night so that I could go enjoy some improv at Huge.  And on Sunday morning, I woke up with just a few finishing touches for that evening's show and accomplished them with plenty of time to work with one of the Annas from CMC&TDC on a recording of a song we'll be releasing at the end of this month.   And the whole process of setting up the show at the theater was so relaxing.  I also had our magic tech on my side, who never fails to be an expert professional.   We had five amazing storytellers on the show*, Me & The Curls played 4 songs including the killer "Safe Words" (How will I ever top this???), The Leading Man** and a few others provided hilarious or poignant videos for breaks in the live action, and we raffled off three books donated generously to us by The Smitten Kitten.

There's no drama in this post, just ass-kicking.  We had a great show.  An overflowing handful of people approached to congratulate me on a job well-done.  Everything felt great.  And then someone gave us tape in the dressing room:


The two Annas and me, photo by Tom Reed, courtesy of Anna W.


Joseph Scrimshaw, David Mann, Rob Callahan, Laura Bidgood, and Tom Reed!
** the nickname for my current boyfriend, who is also my ex-boyfriend from college, who moved from California to Minnesota to be with me.  Just like in a romantic comedy.  Hence... The Leading Man.

Feb 3, 2012

And after this, I'm giving it a rest.



My good friend just sent me this via email and another friend posted it on Facebook.  It's a joke, a pretty good one, IMHO, on the subject of rape.  Some of you, but more likely, none of you, may recall a post that Ye Olde Curls collaborated on that sparked a bit of controversy in the Twin Cities' comedy community.  I definitely don't want to re-hash the debate; I actually want to talk a little about what I learned from this whole thing, almost two years later.

I have started going to open mics again.  Stand-up comedy keeps calling me back and this time I'm making the commitment.  I'm a little sensitive when I run into the comics who were on the "other side" of my band's stance (sorry, I can't seem to find the original post even through Wayback Machine, but I'm not totally web savvy, so maybe you can find it).  I was at the same open mic as one of them last night and I couldn't help thinking, "Does he still think I'm a total cunt?" I hope we've both forgiven and forgotten, but I think there's wounds there that neither of us are responsible for on the other.  We were all really angry; our side wanted comics to be more sensitive (I cringe at nut-shelling it even like this), their side said comedy is subjective.

Which is where I concede that they were right:  comedy *is* subjective.

This is something that people who are truly comedians know.  True comedians know that not everyone is going to get the joke and though sometimes it's hard to brush off the audience that just didn't *get* it, I think that a true comedian (and I'm talking performers of comedy, not just stand-up comics) knows that some days the joke lands and some days it doesn't.  The joke that sparked this whole debate didn't land with me and so I said something about it.  And then I passive-aggressively put a post about it on facebook, which caused an uproar that was totally flamed by people on both sides of the fence trying to prove they were right.  Whatever.  I don't care about it anymore.  You can't control it. Where we hoped to bring awareness, I heard that rape jokes were at an all-time high in the comedy scene following the incident... because stand-up comics have a tendency to be a rebellious and self-righteous lot, gosh bless 'em.

I can't speak for where all those involved are nowadays, if they've reconsidered their original stances, like myself, and made concessions and maybe let go of some jokes that crossed the line (which is waaaay out there, if you ask me).  Of course, saying this, I hear Bill Hicks and Rick Shapiro screaming, "FUCKING CROSS THE LINE!"

So where am I right now?  Well, I have a rape joke that I've been using on and off for many years, since I started doing stand-up in New York.  My friend wrote it and let me use it on stage.  I let it go a couple of years ago, telling my friend I wasn't going to use it anymore, saying that ALL rape jokes are wrong, but now I want to use it again.  Because as Cristina Cordova points out in her piece commenting on our original post, I too would like to laugh at rape's expense.  Rape itself isn't funny.  But of course, it's totally possible to heal from being able to find the funny in one's experience with rape, whether direct or indirect.

Full disclosure:  I have been raped twice.  Not a whole lot of people knew this about me because it's not something I wear as a badge and because of the nature of these rapes, i.e., they were for the most part "non-violent" and with men I "knew," I never felt the need to be out about it.  I also didn't realize at the time what happened to me was, by definition, rape.  I also probably felt really ashamed.  But this is where my initial abhorrence for rape jokes was born... kinda like an anti-gay Senator who is so outspoken because he himself is a closeted homosexual.  Kinda.  Maybe not.  But I mean, like, I had to come to terms with what had happened to me to make laughing about it, being able to laugh at the subject okay.  Obviously, every person that's been raped is at different stages of her or his healing and anything can trigger a traumatic re-living of the experience.

However, just because not ALL rape jokes are not funny, doesn't mean that every rape joke works.  But then, you have to remove the word "rape" from that sentence.  Not every joke works.  And that's part of what being a stand-up comedian is all about, especially if you're one that aims to cross the line.  Hopefully, you're doing it for awareness and to shed light on a difficult subject.  But if you're not, that's okay too.  Because I can't tell you how to do your work... but your subsequent gaining of fans might.  If you're being completely true to yourself and sharing your soul with the world and choosing to make light of the difficult because you want to make others laugh, truly *laugh*, I just have a feeling that your natural humanity will come through and eventually, you can help others heal through a hard subject.  Or you'll just piss others off.  There's no wrong or right, I guess.  I won't come see the comic that just does it to piss others off, but that's because I don't find it funny.  I don't.

I've made my peace with rape jokes.  People are going to tell them.  People are going to suck at telling them and some people are going to really hit the nail on the head.  Like with any subject.  Like the comic who told the joke that set me off said, "how is rape more off-limits than racism or homophobia, etc" (or something like that).  I think I have an answer to that, but that's where subjectivity comes in again.  I can only speak from my experience.  I can't tell a comic how to do his/her job, but I can stop going to shows.  That's about as much power as I can have.

Jan 28, 2012

Minneapolis' First Encyclopedia Show



This Sunday, my buddies Mike Fotis & Allison Broeren are hosting the first Encyclopedia Show in this part of the country.  They have asked me to play "The Gummi Bears" theme song... you know the one:



I also wrote a song about Bears.  As in... Gay Bears:


I Think I’m In Love With A Bear
lyrics & music © Courtney McLean 2012

V1

When I was 17, I had this fantasy
Someday I’d lay a man much heftier than me
Then you came along, you came along

I dreamt ‘bout this big stud ‘n’ me
1 part Hell’s Angel, 2 parts Cuddly
But you said, “Girl, You got me all wrong.”

BRIDGE
“Girl, I know what’s on your horny mind.
And I’m flattered - no really, you are too kind.
But this face ain’t got no room
For a beard like you”

CHORUS
Oh then, I’m going home, I’m gettin’ surly
Cuz now it’s clear he’s way too girly
He’s hairy, big, and burly,
I’d’ve never guessed his name was Curly

Where was my gadar before I overshared?   
I think I’m in love with a bear.


Mar 17, 2011

I Don't Know

"I Don't Know" always reminds me of my former-crush, present-performance colleague and buddy, Ben San Del's myspace page. Now it says he's "drawing a blank," but it used to just say "I don't know." And it cracked me up because I can hear Ben say it, with the deadpan of a not-yet-seasoned stand-up comic (at the time), but with a slight exasperation like his mom was asking again for the umpteenth time.

Or maybe that's just how I would say "I don't know."

I finally finished the third level of improvisational comedy classes at the Brave New Institute. I was extremely fortunate to have the fabulous, talented, and wise-beyond-her-years Lauren Anderson as my instructor. Lauren embodies one of the reasons I chose to study at BNI (aside from the fact that it was one of the only and seemingly most reputable long-form improv schools): the white light.

The White Light is, as explained in the Student Manual you receive upon your first BNI class, that space we pass through now and then where there is no thought, no identity, just purity, blankness. As an improviser, one passes through this space more often and if you're really good at your craft, you can go there very easily and return every day. It's a meditative space. You get it.

So Lauren has been talking to us about "I don't know." Her theory - and I regard it as the truth - is that we *do* know. When we say "I don't know," we're avoiding the answer for one reason or another. Specifically on stage in improvisation, you *know.* You always know what the other person on stage is talking about because that's how the scene progresses. Asking questions puts too much on your scene partner because you're making them do all the work by giving you the answers. Simply, the answers are already there; they're anything you want them to be.

It hit me last night that the biggest "I don't know" in my life that I'm aware of is the answer to the question, "What do I want to do with my life?" And already, as I finished typing that sentence, I totally know what the answer is.

I want to make art.
I want to encourage everyone else to make art.
I want to spread love, creativity, hope, and laughter.

Mainstream American culture, the one that's hardest to escape, really wants me to define this in the form of a vocation, and that's where I get hung up.

Because

I want to act
I want to draw
I want to play music
I want to make jokes
I want to teach
I want to improvise
I want to administrate
I want to run
I want to stretch
I want to travel
I want to make money
I want to be healthy
I want to collaborate
I want to perform

And in writing that list, I thought I was going to end it with "SEE? there's TOO MUCH I want to do." But I can do all that. But how to do it simply and fit it all in without stress? How to do it all and not have to have a day job? How can I love my life every minute of the day?

I don't know.

Yeah, that's bullshit too.

Just re-reading my 3 simple objectives (the first ones) makes me feel so much better about my life and my endeavors and my future. Because I think I have been living those 3 objectives; I have already achieved them on some level. But they're not destinations, they're Being and Doing. It's nice to know I've been doing it all along.

Jun 9, 2009

It Truly Is All About Me

In April, I performed a story at Salon Saloon. My friend Andy is the host and through him I met Colin (not my brother, doy), one of the big brains behind Solutions Twin Cities.

I love knowing people that are doing shit.

Anyway, I was honored Andy asked me to perform and I must have made an impression (maybe because the noisy bar STFU when I told my story. I don't get it either, but it was amazing) because I have been invited as a storyteller to present at Solutions' new monthly event at Intermedia Arts, Give & Take. I think I will be presenting in August - details TBD.

I'm not sure what the theme will be, but I know on what I want to present: Autobiographical Storytelling.

I think my mother has finally come to accept that her daughter is a bit of an exhibitionist. "I don't know how you can tell a story about [pooping my pants, being sexually attracted to my cousin, getting caught stealing, etc]." In all my years of performance, I have found a love for autobiographical storytelling because not only do I love to tell stories about my life and my experiences (take that as egotistical if you will), but I love the reactions I receive after telling an especially poignant story: "That's happened to me!" I love knowing that I have told someone else's story through my own.

During my first Fringe tour in 2006, I received my first bad review: a one-star-rated chastising by a dissatisfied audience member who claimed my first solo show ever, Normal-C, was (something like) "the most self-indulgent" piece of turd he ever saw. Obviously this affected me because three years later I still remember it, but I recognize that not everyone will see the value in your art. But in response to the self-indulgence comment - I had a woman approach me at the closing night party and tell me that my show changed her life because my approach to the way I looked at myself made her reassess her own perspective. This is one of the powers of autobiographical storytelling.

I talk about me because it's what I know. And there's nothing I haven't felt or done that isn't representative of the actuality or pure potentiality of the universal human experience.

There is more expounding to be done, but I will save it for Give & Take. If I can't see you there, maybe there'll be a video or something. I'll definitely make one of my minions, I MEAN, friends Twitter the spit outta it.

BTW - I found this article when googling "Autobiographical Storytelling." This lady is talking about Biographical Storytelling. In AS, you don't need to do research further than your own memories. The character you play is YOU. Doy. Am I wrong? I mean, I'm not the one with a PhD here. As in Phucking Dumb. I'm just kidding, but for some reason I just had to make that lame joke. HAD TO.