Sunday, September 30, 2007

My role in Backpack Picnic

Is apparently to come in and mess with Dave. It just dawned on me. Take a look at this:

and then this:

And to a lesser extent, these:

See what I'm saying?

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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Sweet track

From the producer of M.I.A.'s Kala. Hat tip to Sasha Frere-Jones.


Today's spam email aliases

Today's crop have been especially choice. Shout outs to all these dudes:

Lupe Conklin
Deader U. Hassock
Corkscrewing S. Laywomen
Denotation B. Luke
Baoquoc Magos
EDVALDO Gellasch
Madison Crapser
devran Jacobetz
Philana Fredson
Patsy Jermaine
Yasin gilmer
Elva I. Mccollum
siam pierini

and last but not least


Solid citizens all.

Are you a real American?

Talk to this German dude, then.

American Wanted!

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The big dude from Fark TV looks like Craigy from The Knuckleball Now

We live in a strange culture.


Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Improv and the cult of personality

I've been thinking about this for a while, and just enough wine over at the Lucases summons this post from me.

I am ambivalent about playing in front of fellow of improvisers. No, check that; I personally don't mind playing in front of fellow improvisers because, overall, I think I'm pretty good about being in the moment, turning off the monkey mind, not censoring myself onstage, however you want to call it, while performing. In fact, that absence of my otherwise overactive internal critic is why I like performing so much. Anyhooch, that's a subject for a later post. What I think I'm ambivalent about is watching improv with a preponderance of other improvisers in the house as well.

While there is something great about being part of a supportive community and having your peers in the audience, having too many of them out there can be tricky. Why? well, there's this phenomenon I've observed, native not just to the Austin improv waters but elsewhere too. For lack of better terminology let's call it the improv cult of personality. What do I mean by this? First, the trope I'm about to describe may not be so different from what happens in other forms of popular art (pop music, movies, etc.) but in live comedy it seems to me more pernicious in that a higher percentage of our audience is made of fellow practitioners with whom our off stage relationships are intertwined, and also because the mode of response to our shows--laughter--is so immediate and Skinnerishly gratifying.

Unlike a political cult where the focus of the cult is the one responsible for the cult's arrival and maintenance, improv (and other artistic) cults are more haphazard. What I'm describing, though, is the laugh or response not for the sake of the art offered, but for the sake of the person offering it. The laugh not for the funny thing done, but for the (usually) funny person doing it. I've seen many scenes hit big in front of an improviser-heavy audience that a more balanced audience would yawn at or be annoyed by, and the key is usually that the improvisers laughing at said lame scene have all already agreed that the person or group onstage are awesome. This is all fine, be supportive and generous to your peers, whatever. Where it gets weird for me is when you see, or more often, hear, a fellow improviser laugh at a so-so to poor scene and you can tell by the timbre of said laugh that he or she is laughing so hard at improviser A on stage because he or she wants to signify that he or she knows Improviser A is cool/charismatic/with it (and by extension so is the laugher?). Alas, were Improviser B, who is publicly not as well liked/is weird/is not in the right clique to do the exact same scene, the previous laugher wouldn't make a peep.

All right, that was a bit of a ramble. Short version. I hate when people get a laugh based on reputation (sometimes earned and sometimes not) and popularity rather than the work offered. I don't like being on the receiving end of it. Please give me a clean response, one based on what is happening in the work, rather than a predetermined response based on the performer's personal charisma and popularity.

We don't like to talk about this thing but it's real. I've observed it in enough places and times to know so. I'm undoubtedly part of the problem as I see it. Surely you've had similar experiences. Have you ever laughed at a scene because Joey was doing it, not because the scene was worthy of your response? I know I have.

I'll think twice before I do it again if you will.


Some videos for you guys

Not all are safe for work.

Lemon Party? Wha?

From composer John Moran's MySpace page. The inspiration for some of his new work. Reminds me of the Sonmi 451 section from Cloud Atlas.

Still waiting for Mikey's video on SuperDeluxe.


Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Backpack Picnic: Kid-puter Korner (Science of God)

All right! A certain special person will be showing up on Kid-puter Korner soon, so keep watching. Mow just waiting for Mike D's show to start on SuperDeluxe and the Austin comedy mafia will begin to take over, er, something..


Tuesday, September 04, 2007

I get a fair number of MySpace friend requests

Partly because I joined the site early--I'm on many people's first pages when you choose "View all of so and so's friends." This is probably the weirdest profile I've rejected.


Animal Collective--Peacebone

Love is blind.


While I'm waiting for this week's Backpack Picnic episode...

I thought maybe you might want to check out this video, by Mitch, Dustin, and Derek, all friends of Austin and the Out of Bounds Festival and all that. Dustin showed this to me and Mike the other day and it totally killed me. They are calling themselves Onesie.

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