Obligatory Del Close Marathon Recap.
July 28th, 2005 | by Scott Jennings |Why haven’t I blogged about the DCM yet? I just haven’t felt like it. I’m exhausted.
I need to stop taking vacations that are far more stressful than my actual life. Now, therefore, be it resolved. Of course, I had a wonderful time and loved every minute I spent with old friends and great improv and White Castle, but I really need a week at one of those all-inclusive tropical resorts where I can lay out on the beach and drink fruity drinks and change it up by playing nickel blackjack and not count cards, ’cause even that’s too much like work. This has nothing to do with improv, but it’s what I’m taking away from the weekend: next year, I’m going even more at my own pace, I’m not going to stress out about seeing every primetime show, no more eight hour sessions wedged into a packed theatre, and I’m going to spend much more time just pallin’ around. On this twenty-eighth day of July, 2005, I set my hand.
Anyway. The improv stuff I’ll carry away from the weekend was all TJ & Dave. Their workshop seemed custom-designed to say, “hey Scott, you know the way you want to improvise? It’s valid. Go do it.” Katy was there and had a similar reaction — maybe Katy&Scott will make a triumphant comeback sometime in October.
And TJ & Dave’s show was truly amazing and similarly inspiring. That, right there, what I’m pointing at — that’s the kind of work I want to do. That’s the kind of work I was beating towards with Tub Cousins, that’s what I was trying to accomplish with Katy, and now, there, right there, there it is. That was nice.
It was also great to see old friends perform and visit the old stamping ground and stuff like that. But this year, for the first time since I left New York nearly three years ago, I went away from the DCM looking forward excited about my own future, rather than looking back disappointed by what I lost. I delighted in every opportunity to tell my friends about the theater we’re opening (in October!) and the community we’re building and insisted that they come visit us. It beats the hell out of trying to hang onto what I had when I lived in New York — that’s all gone now, and even though I didn’t leave on quite my own terms, it doesn’t matter any more.
This is fast making no sense. Let’s just say: it was a great weekend, but it was too damned hot.
Zohar, thanks for the place to crash.
