Doing an Improv Show in London!

So I am "jumping the queue" as they say in London... I think they say that. And I hope to return to posting the order of the CRUMBS Fall Euro Touro 2012, but I had to interrupt the regular (semi-regular) blog posts to update you all about an upcoming show.

As I am currently in London right now and on Wednesday, Nov 30th I am doing an improv show with Ryan Millar (from Vancouver/Amsterdam/Rome/Belgium/London) and some other guy (from VTSL I think). The will be a Catch23 show (so shout outs to Kurt Smeaton!).

I also got to hang out with the one and only Mr. Robert Slade in London (worth the trip).

Touring has been pretty awesome. After the CRUMBS tour proper Angie and I have hopped from Wuerzburg to Berlin to Paris to London. Amazing times!

The Streets of Paris.

 

 The Eiffel Tower. They should really build another one that is twice as big.

And now I hope you all come to the improv show in London, or tell people you know in London to come to the show show in London.

Here is where you tell them to go. Click the LINK!

CRUMBS in Bremen

BREMEN

Bremen was crazy! The night we were performing there it was also the opening of the oldest (in Europe? In the world?) fair grounds. There was also a football match between Bremen and Dortmund. So there were more people wondering in crowds than we have ever witnessed. So of course, after the show, we convinced everyone to come to the fair with us. At the fair we ate well (we ate potato pancakes, corn on the cob, pizza, mushrooms and crepes) and we played carny games. It turns out that we CRUMBS are all marksmen as we all won prizes shooting air rifles at little targets. But it was really Lee whose light shone the brightest, a small crowd gathered as he shot 19 targets with his 20 shots winning two Naked Lady Lighters. Not satisfied with just winning at shooting, he also had to win a creepy Micheal Jackson doll using The Claw!

Bremen, finally we have seen your fair. We like you. Thank you.

The show:

The story of a shamed astronaut who is now divorced and in a custody battle with his former wife. His son still loves him and believes in him, but has pressure from his mother's new boyfriend who just happens to be a well decorated member of NASA. It turns out the poor shamed astronaut had accidentally killed all the members of his crew by being distracted by aliens when he was supposed to be monitoring the oxygen levels in the spacecraft. NASA has officially denied the existence of aliens and thus have discharged him dishonourably. So, to win back the respect of his son, he has lied about going back to space on a secret mission. His son sneaks away from his mother and her new beau and convinces his father to sneak onto a rocket and they both go into space to pursue the proof of alien life needed to clear his name and return him to glory.

The story of a man who is slowly losing his supposed manhood after losing his job. He gets the help of his best friend to find his manliness again by getting a job on the killing floor of a meat packing plant. He embarrasses his best friend by being grossed out by the thought of cutting up the pigs and passing out at the sight of blood. His lack of cliched manly things continues as he gives up drinking beer for chardonnay and starts finding joy in baking and doing other stereotypical “female” things. This escalates and eventual his best friend is fired as well, which affects him in the same manner. As they no longer find pleasure in watching sports and drinking beer, they both find happiness together in less traditional male roles, realize they are in love and spend their lives together. Awwwwwwwwww.

More updates to follow. Always behind on these updates, it always feels like I am jumping back and forth through time.

Amsterdamaged!

Not too often is a stop in a city one that doesn't involve any shows or workshops, but here we are in Amsterdam without anything official to do. Actually, that isn't entirely true, we have one official engagement, it is my birthday and its time to show 39 who's boss.

Turning 39 is like approaching the “event horizon” on a black hole. The “event horizon”, as so many science fiction movies have taught me (actually, just one science fiction movie, the one called Event Horizon), is the perimeter that surrounds a black hole where once crossed, the gravity is too intense for even light to escape. So, just to re-cap, turning 39 is like being at the event horizon, turning 40 is like being in a black hole and entering into the dreaded phase of life known as... “middle age”. And like so many science fiction movies have taught me, like Logan's Run, “middle age” is death. Actually, almost all movies have taught me that “middle age” is death, especially movies about the actual Middle Ages. The Middle Ages were a hard time in the history of humans, the Black Death was rampant, poverty, anti-intellectualism, and generally pretty dirty and miserable. The nickname for the Middle Ages was the Dark Ages, which is not a good sign. I have lost my train of thought here... My god, I'm going senile already.

Oh and Amsterdam was a blast, though it did rain for the two days we had off, which put a damper on things, which is a pun. They love puns in Amsterdam, in fact, the Dutch in general love a good pun.

Another thing about Amsterdam is the fact that it is a city that people from all over the world go to. It is truly cosmopolitan. We ate at a Surinamese place and an Indonesian place, which are both places outside of the Netherlands (duh). We also met up with Cari (an improviser from Ottawa in town working for Boom Chicago) and Jim (a Winnipeg film maker who we know). How cosmopolitan is that?

 Steve eating Dutch War Fries...

 Tyler eating Dutch War Fries...

Jim eating Dutch War Fries...

Mmmmmmmmmmm, Dutch War Fries...

Amsterdam, your confusing streets and confusing canals were a joy to wander aimlessly down.

Next stop Bremen, Germany.