Tree Friend

Posted: 30th May 2009 by admin in The Driftless Trails
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I love the city. I do not think I could ever call a city home again. It is 6 a.m. as I listen to the bird song and open the door to allow the voice of the robin that will build its third year’s nest in the leaves of the red maple I can almost touch.

Do you believe one can make a friend of a tree? I have a tree friend. My willow friend is there each time I walk out my door no matter the time of year, month or day. I have taken gifts of its fonds to weave gifts of crowns for my sweet friends. One on warm July 4 night one of my deary friends danced beneath the tree. The tree is “our” friend now.

I have photographed my friend tree in all weather and seasons; naked and dressed – happy and sad – erotic and impotent. I want to share some of the tree with you, here as it changes from season to season. So there it is – the evolution and revelation of my dear old wise friend the willow……

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Posted: 4th June 2009 by admin in Muse Lane
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Posted: 22nd July 2010 by cord in Muse Lane
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Theatre experiment – Story of a “little” tour – Part 2

Posted: 21st July 2010 by admin in The Projects
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Artwork created by Alvin Felch

On to Viroqua, WI

This town was “probably” named so after a Mohawk girl who lived “down east.”
“A Connecticut man saw her perform in a theatre, liked the name, and bestowed it later on the Vernon county
settlement. What better place to bring “Krapp” than a town that was named from a theatre performance?

It was in Viroqua that the experiment hit the skids, the slide, the whirlpool of undertows that drew us
down unexpectedly and quite nearly drowned us.

Fifteen people attended the two performances; 9 on Friday 3 on Saturday. The press releases were all sent out a month in advance, Alvin had been playing at the local Farmer’s Market and Coffee House weeks in advance. Yet, so few people showed up in this community that carries the reputation of support for creativity and theatre in general.

What happened?

It was some political, social, psychological, wind or winding that soured the community to “Krapp”, I guess.

You see, for three years I worked in Viroqua teaching improvisation and building a company called .

One day, about a year ago INTOIT had a secret meeting; one that I was not invited to attend. Late that night I received a phone call from one of the members to tell me that they were going out on their own. I was hurt, and that pain lead me away from communicating or wanting to talk to those who made the decision and then informed me with a late night phone call.

After the the show we learned that the new company “Raw Milk” (spun from INTOIT) had changed the date of their show to the same Saturday night of the Krapp performance. (They performed before an audience of over 40:)

Coincidence?

This sort of stuff occurs in the theatre far too often. I really don’t know the reason for the poor turn out.
I am quite used to it.

Alvin packed his accordion and we loaded the stage to travel on to the Pump House Regional Art Center in La Crosse, WI!

Approval/Disapproval – Viola Spolin

Posted: 20th July 2010 by admin in Book Berry Road
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Viola Spolin, who died in 1994, can probably be considered as the American Grand Mother of Improv. She influenced the first generation of Improv at the Second City in Chicago in the late 50`s, as her son, Paul Sills, was one of the co-founders.

Spolin developed new games that focused upon creativity, adapting and focusing the concept of play to unlock the individual`s capacity for creative self-expression. These games (several of which have become classics) are described in Improvization for the Theatre .

Read more about Viola Spolin on , or check out the Hall of Fame at the Improv Page , where you can find a couple of articles about her and her work.

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In the interview Viola speaks about the difference between the competitive nature of “Comedy Sports” and seeking the eternal expression of the individual epitomized in her work.

When the competitive improvisation forms came along in the mid 1990′s people flocked the referee enforced, sports-like atmosphere of Comedy Sports and Theatre Sports leaving those of us who were teaching and presenting the work of Viola talks about in the the interview in the dust. I remember seeing lines to get into the Pizza Hut in Madison, Wisconsin while we at the Ark Improvisational Theatre, a few blocks away were lucky to fill the front row.

Like all fads and follies the whole competitive improv scene slowly faded and left the whole of improvisation tainted with its slick and silly none such from which it has never recovered.

Theatre Experiment – Story of a “little” Tour

Posted: 19th July 2010 by admin in The Projects
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Artwork created by Alvin Felch

In The Beginning

Link to video…Some words of KRAPP.

After 40 years of teaching, acting, and directing, it was time to launch an experiment with a goal: to bring a unique theatre experience to small towns and villages of Wisconsin. Since it would take a lot of time, commitment to launch even a “little” tour, Alvin and I choose to do Beckett’s “Krapp’s Last Tape”; a one man show requiring little scenery, props, and technical expertise.

Alvin played the accordion at the Farmers Market in Viroqua, Wisconsin and met a woman who took this picture in front of the “Encore” space on the Main St. of Viroqua, Wisconsin.

Alvin and I unloading the 6′ by 8′ platform raised up on saw bucks to a height of 36″ that he designed and built to fit in the hatch back.

Alvin Felch and I began meeting in January to talk about plans, and dreams of touring a small theatre production.We had no grants and little resources so we pooled what little we had to buy the materials to construct a portable stage that would stack and fit into the back of Alvin’s hatch back.

We began working and improvising on a pre-show where we set up the stage and set the furniture and props while he played the accordion. We called the production “Playing with Beckett – Krapp’s Last Tape”

The First Performance

It all began with the first performance on March 10, 2010 at the Community Center in Gays Mills. It was a chilly
Spring night and about 40 people came to the opening night performance of the project. We were elated! If people showed up in
numbers to see a Beckett play in Gays Mills, then surely we would draw more people from Viroqua and La Crosse.

The community building in Gays Mills, Wisconsin; a village of about 400 people. A wondrous place of beauty in the driftless area of Southwest Wisconsin on the Kickapoo River which made national news when it filled the 100 year flood plane two times in one year!

Two old artists were on their way. The next stop Independence, Wisconsin.

Improvisation is…

Posted: 1st May 2010 by admin in Book Berry Road
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Improvisation IS….

The word “improvisation” presents many meanings depending on your own connection to it. Was it seeing some group in high school or college performing games? Was it seeing “Whose Line is it Anyway?” on television.

The word and style of improvisation has changed, altered, peeked, and plunged over the past thirty years. I have come to call the act of improvisation – Meeting Your Playful Self.

This video helps define improvisation as a powerful act of play.

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The Book – Meet Your Playful Self

Posted: 5th January 2010 by admin in Book Berry Road
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Meet Your Playful Self


Meet Your Playful Self is the title of my book.


Meet Your Playful Self engages people in a playful practice for living everyday life. The approach is similar to The Artist’s Way, which was published when the cover of Time magazine read “The Economy: Is There Light at the End of the Tunnel?” and found a hungry audience. Facing difficult times again now, people seek simple, practical solutions to relieve stress and enjoy their most personal lives. We can learn to reawaken the joyful playfulness which is already within us just begging to get out. What better time than now?

The book premise is simple and finds the joy of being in a most obvious place. We can communicate playfully by practicing the skills artists, actors, and improvisers have employed since the 15th century. In fact, the skills offer a spiritual connection to our creative source and can be practiced just as we might learn to play on a court, a course, or a riverbank.

The practices for play are presented through 8 personal experiments and 47 powerful group exercises, which help overcome unconscious blocks to realizing our goals: resistance to listening, reacting defensively, and evading and questioning. With awareness and practice, we can find our funny to rise above nagging negativity and become light, intuitive, happier, and more effective in our interactions with co-workers, family, and friends.

I did not set out to conceptualize an idea that would sell books. This work is the culmination of 40 years of leading workshops, creating Web tutorials, and being blessed with the coincidences of my creative life that allowed me to lead the late Chris Farley, Joan Cusack, Bonnie Hunt, various writers for The Tonight Show and The Onion, and hundreds of other adventurous souls into a circle of experience I lovingly call the collective we.

Enjoy Yourself!

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KRAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Posted: 30th December 2009 by admin in The Projects
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Wrestling with a tape recorder

What joy in approaching a Krappy New Year??

I first performed the role of Krapp in Samuel Becketts Krapp’s Last Tape in April of 1994. Yes, that was some 15 years ago. I am about to perform the role again – but it wasn’t easy. Do you know how hard it is to locate a working reel to reel tape recorder these days? I asked around and searched to no avail. Finally, someone suggested Ebay…da. I got hold of a lovely old Sony Machine that works! You can see it working in the short little video clip below.

The first voice you hear is from the production of 15 years ago. I had no idea that I had kept the tape. It was recorded when I was 45, even though Krapp did his when he was 39. The point is that it made my spine go sugary to hear the Krapp voice I recorded some 15 years ago….just like Krapp….I listened to it.

Now is that Method Acting or what?????

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PLAYING in the SNOW

Posted: 28th December 2009 by admin in Muse Lane
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Sno Angels

We walked out into the crusted snow
We fell backward into……..where?
There was laughter …..this we know
The shifting of arms and legs
Breaking the crust of time
Just for an instant…yes our own child played.
And someone was blowing up an air plane
And someone driving home
And someone dying alone….somewhere
And someone telling what the scriptures mean
And someone looking for a vein
Breaking through the crust of snow
Breaking through the crust of snow

There was laughter…this we know

The story of this “poem” is quite true. My dear sweet friend and I each made a snow angel. When she had left I took a picture and played and played with hues, brushes, layers, and finally arrived at what I see as a face looking through it all?

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Interview with….WHO ELSE??

Posted: 24th December 2009 by admin in The Projects
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A story of an interview with Santa

It was I who transported Santa to the interview in La Crosse, Wisconsin. It was a cold – below zero night- as I pulled into a parking space with Santa. When what to my wondering eyes should appear but flashing police cruiser lights behind me so near. I did not think I had done anything wrong…but it just so happen that my license plate tags had expired in October.

The officer asked me where I was going and I said…”Well, I am about to be Santa for an interview show”. He glanced back and saw the red and white suite dangling from a hanger in the frosted rear window. As you may imagine, he settled on giving me a “Warning”.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

PRTV – Episode 33 from Andrew Revels on Vimeo.

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Night and Day

Posted: 16th December 2009 by admin in Muse Lane
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Night and Day

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do you see grace by which we live
night and day searching the other
spent, rapt, flying seeking
empty, full, yes, and no

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this body from whose and such
that wants a touch of madness
a sheer flight from system sanity

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for we are not we but more
god this is so primitively true
we know it we sow it and long to reap
bind me lay me a holy harvest…you

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we touch plunge and retreat
a warm hand in cold spring water
little by little used to it now
licking the drops of dripping courage

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