
Exactly 3 months ago, I landed in O’Hare and was met by a dull, gray and bitchy Chicago chill. Recalling summers in Chicago to be magically hot and humid, I packed 10 tshirts, 3 pairs of shorts and a pair of flip flops. “An ominous sky”, I thought. My improv brother and mysteriously diffident ladies man Chris Blair picked me up; we smoked and pontificated on how inspiring ‘Summer of 2012’ was going to be. I had no idea what was about to happen.
ACT 1: The Immersion
In attempts to horribly bore you with my improv indulgences, below is the training I maniacally crafted for my adult summer camp:
At one point I was improvising 11 Hours a day (including rehearsals for a one-act play in which I was lucky to be cast).
Serendipitously, I was assigned to a iO Summer Intensive section full of hardcore improvisers who were more geeked out about this than I was. Under the guidance of Lyndsay Hailey, we took leaps of faith with each other emotionally off and on the stage. We couldn’t wait to play together so we started booking and performing in barprov gigs, on two Second City stages and at the Del Close theater. I was spending 6-9 hours a day with 13 other people who agreed to be shockingly vulnerable and unnervingly inspiring. Instantly, we became Visibly Tight.

ACT II: The Revelation
Something interesting happened as I clearly overdosed on my favorite drug this summer: Over the course of 24 hours a week for 5 weeks at iO, I received the same exact note over and over again: “Stop taking care of everyone else in the scene and have fun! Play the scene you WANT to be in”. I could not understand what these teachers were talking about. I WAS having fun. This was Summer Camp for adults! I HAD TO BE HAVING FUN!! Right?
I noticed that I was having fun when I initiated scenes, because I was so used to starting strong from training at the Annoyance before taking classes at iO. But when coming off a Harold opening or when my partner initiated, I was too busy looking for the “RIGHT” choice to make, instead of making the choice I found fun. We all say, “let’s have fun up there!” But what the hell does that mean? I realized that I haven’t been having fun with improv for a while now. I was faking it.

The impetus for creating EndGames in San Francisco was a desperate need to be a part of a thriving improv scene; one of which reflected the scene I fell in love with while studying at the UCB in New York. While I was building the platform for myself and other like-minded comedians to share our voices, the mountains of administrative work and the pressure of producing and promoting shows and classes became psychologically insurmountable. Being the first born son of poor immigrants and a classic Sagittarius (I think), I’m prone to lead, structure and make sure others are cared for. I lost my joy in doing the goddamn thing. It became work.
ACT III: The Return
EndGames approaches its 2 Year Anniversary in San Francisco (9/4)! And in that short amount of time, we’ve been so lucky to have graced the pages of SF Weekly, SF Gate, SF Bay Guardian, Bay Stages and have been named #1 Nightlife Choice on Yelp. Helping to build out the scene in SF has been an incredible journey and blessing that not many folks get to experience. I’m so excited for the launch of EndGames 2.0! What?
It’s been our tradition to make a mess and catch up to it, and every single time it’s motivated talented, hard working individuals to double down and commit to the scene and I truly believe that’s made all the difference for us. That’s why we are moving into the StageWerx Theater in the Mission on October 11, 2012. 6 shows a week, Thursday and Friday nights. I have 100% confidence and faith that the producers and teams will shock the once sleepy improv town into a city buzzing of smart, subversive improv comedy.
And with that confidence, I’ve decided to move to Chicago and extend by trip for another year.
As the haze of the iO Summer intensive hangover slowly lifts, it’s clear that there’s no better time than this. I need to continue honing my unique comedic voice and follow the single advice every single iO teacher has told me: “Stop taking care of everyone else in the scene and have fun! Play the scene you WANT to be in”. Chicago is where I want to be right now. San Francisco is my end game.

This weekend, The EndGames had the great honor of hosting and performing alongside Bill Arnett. I had the distinct pleasure of spending some quality time with the former training center director of iO Chicago as well as participate in his series of workshops over the past few days. It was a uniquely insightful experience to geek out with someone who’s seen the best of the best go through Chicago.
I found his style of coaching refreshing. It was a perfect storm of lovingly uplifting, shockingly efficient and at times, delightfully manic. Improvising for 15+ years in Chicago with his self proclaimed “left-brain” has earned this seasoned veteran an amazing gift of wrapping up complex ideas into bite sized drops of brilliance. Below is a breakdown of each workshop and some great Bill Arnettisms and overarching insights gained from each. Enjoy, and improvise!
Scene Work Assault:
This workshop drilled two-person scenes and required players to use slice of life initiations and emotional reaction with sounds. This helped us to notice our gut reactions, ground them and play them. The workshop also drilled 3-4-5-6 person scenes by boiling them down to TWO perspectives amongst different grouping of players.
Characters Inside Out & Outside In:
This workshop explored the idea of left brain vs right brain improvisation. The former describes an improviser using information to build a logic of a character whereas the latter describes an improviser using the viscera to build a character. The best improviser can do both as The Complete Improviser
00:30, 03:00, 30:00
This workshop used the last two days’ lessons of clear choices, emotional reactions and playing the reality and learned about the pace of a show. We purposefully slowed it down to listen for interesting “distractions” and chose to follow some and chose to let some go. An extended and slower version of finding the game that culminated in justifying riotous absurd lines.
On a personal note: I got to play a really fun scene with Bill Arnett on Friday during our show “Your F!#&Ed Up Relationship” and it is true what they say about the good improvisors - they do make you look good they are easy to play with because they make clear choices for you to respond to. In our scene, Bill pulled a premise from the opening where two “bros” were in Cancun and his “bro” was leaving 3 days into the 10 day trip. At the top we didn’t know why he wanted to leave but we treated it real, we set a believable scene and we followed the organic distraction which led to a great reveal that he was two-timing with his ex-GF Kelly the whole time. Hope these notes help your improv as much as it did mine. Thanks Bill!
This tumblr is just super fun for anyone who’s been through the UCB/Long Form Improv community experience.
Bring back that throwback! “Look wack!” is the mission,
No need for brand names for
A Hipster in The Mission.
A tinge of nostalgia, a semblance of high school,
Where every clique is The Nerd Clique,
Where every ‘Blue’ is ‘Azul’.
NPR and Podcasts and ironic band names
I walk on the fringe, the edge man!
A picture with no frame.
An indie band concert at Elbo tonight,
Are these jeans skinny?
Or are they just tight?
Strap on a bag using a Chrome clip
Grab a moleskin to jot down
Your linguistic flips…
Break out the plaid and horizontal stripes
Pick out the t-shirt
That sums up your gripe.
A chemise plethora of cotton and jersey,
Head to Goodwill for that
Vintage fitty/fitty.
White ones, black ones, ones with no name,
Reach for the pink one
Sanrio’s cool again.
Glasses and spectacles, the thicker the better
Pull over a vest of
Houndstooth or sweater.
Hop on your steed, fixed with one gear,
Ride to Green Apple Books
For’nother copy of Fear
N’ Loathing in Vegas. Dilated eyes,
Gonzo’s in too deep!
Buy the ticket, take the ride…
Break in the denim, for bit more history
You drink at a cafe -
I drink at a Roastery.
Low wattage bulbs dangle above
If this roast were a Champagne
She’d be a “Veuve”.
Oh look, Macbook, Macbooks galore
This building’s got more Apples
Than The Apple Store.
White ones, black ones, ones that talk back
I Conjure up Shazam to
Name that Gotye track.
Do you have WiFi? I need to connect
To check on a Comment, a Like!
some Acknowledgement!
What is your password, does it reset?
Security costs money
I’ll take the Free ZR-NET…
No Comments, No Likes No digital cheer
No chatter or notes
On my extensive beard.
No retweets or reblogs or any new follows
Not even my quip of
People in Cow Hollow.
Look at this angle I used, God Dammit!
If I didn’t need attention
I wouldn’t Instagram it!
I act like I’m poor and my account’s on minus
But I get my hair cut by
A Maester named Linus.
If you’re not a Hipster, why don’t you start?
You can begin by following
@cremebruleecart
Tie up your hair in side ponytails
It doesn’t matter that
You’re a 29 year old male.
Look wack, geek out, who gives a fuck?
Ride your unicycle down
to the nearest food truck.
Obsess over local, sustainable, artisan ware
It’s not that I’m over it,
I just don’t care.
When I first arrived in San Francisco in the Summer of 2007, one troupe led the improv scene - Crisis Hopkins. The charismatic members of CHops inherited and reinvigorated the SF Improv Festival, hosted the Monday Night Soap Box (workout and jam) and performed smart, relevant and hilarious sketch and improv comedy.
These guys were some of my earliest influences in long form improvisation and definitely my biggest inspiration to pursue comedy in San Francisco. After 6 years of amazing service to the SF Improv, Sketch and Comedy scene, they’re deciding to “wrap it up”. Click above for their final blog post. You’ll be missed CHops!
If you’re not a particularly woodsy fella or a particular genus of hipster, building a fire from scratch is a nearly impossible feat. You need to have the right materials, the right conditions and the right amount of converted potential energy to produce a spark.
Producing a Comedy show on a Friday night, in San Francisco, is a lot like building a fire from scratch. You need to have the right talent, the right location and most importantly the right amount of “buzz” to fill an audience.
With almost quarterly stretches of weekly shows, not to mention a rotating cast of players, producing each installment of FURIOUS or CONFESSIONS is like building a fire from scratch over and over again. Each show features it’s own cast, needs it’s own event site listing, needs it’s own buzz via craigslist ad, tweets, Facebook posts, actual posters, postcards, street fliers, and of course word of mouth.

(Artist: Guillermo Martinez)
This sounds absolutely terrible. But