I now have something to look forward to on Monday nights: Cleaning Up The Shit 101 with Wendell Manwarren.
Last Monday my fellow TallManners and I got together to for the official start of our Performance Workshop in preparation for our graduation on October 12th. Why’d we start so early?
For starter’s, we’re not a performing group. Often times in the past we’ve found ourselves with some three or four weeks to prepare something for a show with nothing seemingly going right, non-committed people and a mountain to climb but we’ve made it through successfully in the past. But who likes being last minute Billy?
In addition to gelling together to become a ‘more holistic performing group’, getting together on a Monday night also gives us the opportunity to start to clean up the shit in life by first cleaning up the shit in ourselves.
This is a whole new take on Man in the Mirror if you ask me.
I wish I could remember exactly what Wendell said last night but it goes a little something like this:
“We live in a country [and by extension a world] that is full of shit. Nobody knows what they’re doing, everybody is pretending to know, nobody is stopping to ask questions and figure out how and why and just piling up the shit. And everyday it’s more shit.”
So how do we clean up the shit using our performance workshop?
Performance, which includes drama, singing, dancing, poetry etc. etc., is a discipline. A discipline is something that requires discipline. Definitions of the noun ‘discipline’ often incorporate words like ‘pattern’, ‘obedience’, and ‘order’ which gives us the impression that a discipline give us the opportunity to ‘train and improve’ behaviours and our mental faculties and moral character.
I’ve always been in love with the idea of getting up on a stage and impacting an audience through performance (in this case acting because I can’t sing nor can I dance). Over the last four years the TallMan Foundation has given me the opportunity to do just that and it has been a very fulfilling experience to say the least. Since our old ‘teacher’ had left us to pursue greener pastures in Dubai (who gives him wrong?) I’ve been missing it sorely and now we’re back on and I couldn’t be happier.
Monday’s have a whole new meaning and I’m ready for it.