I’ve always been enchanted by great improvisational performers… from the classmates I used to videotape in college, “Rebels Without Applause” to Drew Cary’s “Who’s Line is It Anyway?” I will never forget watching improv live at Second City in Chicago, and even in Amsterdam. Improv comedy is the highest form, I believe, because it’s spontaneous and fluid. I adore the interplay between the stage and audience.
But I’ve feared it. Then again, when I feared heights, I dove out an airplane. When I feared needles I gave blood. When I feared being self-employed, I ditched the day job.
It’s one thing to be goofy, and be able to edit out the unfunny. But to perform unscripted in front of a crowd? Yowza.