This is only two-thirds of the crowd. They had people lined up along the walls & in the doorway! (image provided by TNM)
This has been an inadvertent helluva week; in good ways, in stressful ways, in why-must-I-leave-my-bed ways (this is already starting to sound like a private journal entry – retreat!).
As a portion of you might know, I’m currently eyeballs-deep in rehearsals for A Streetcar Named Desire with Southern Rep & InsideOut Productions, and we’re scheduled to debut at Michalopaulos Studios on Elysian Fields in a couple of weeks!
While it’s all terribly exciting, and I am really, truly so effing thrilled to be working alongside some of New Orleans’ most talented performers and theatre-makers, it leaves little time for seeing other productions, writing about my experiences, or fulfilling other more rudimentary to-do’s like laundry or remembering the last time I ate. That being said, when I see a window of opportunity to catch a live performance, no matter how restless my mind or weary my bones, I make a point to go out and see everything I can while simultaneously working towards providing experiences for audiences of my own.
Some call it madness – others call it passion. The universal translation? Show business.
Whatever it was, it guided my steps as I left from – you guessed it: rehearsal! – last Saturday night and trekked through Lower Decatur and into the Marigny to behold a sure-to-be exciting moment in NOLA comedic history: the grand opening of The New Movement’s performance venue at 1919 Burgundy St, sharing the building with the all-NOLA news and media entity, NOLA Defender.
I need not go into grandiose detail about just how awesome these guys are, because you can read all about it by clicking ND’s link above for the write-up by Mary-Devon Dupuy or in Alex Woodward’s excellent detailing in last week’s issue of Gambit Weekly.
I just want it to be known what it felt like to be in the room, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers while spotting familiar faces in the swell of it; everyone with eager eyes, wide smiles, and drinks from the neighborhood bar in hand, all ready to LAUGH, whether earnestly or uncomfortably at our own NOLA improvisers and sojourning sister-troupes from the TNMs in Austin and Houston.
Absolutely anything could (and did!) happen in those 2 hours, and we loved every second of it together as we clapped in rhythm during super-cool music interludes and in-between the pant-zipper-dancing wiles of a host who said things like, “Austin and New Orleans, two pretty similar towns…except ya know, a few more beards in Austin…a few less fleur de lis tattoos…?”
As the room brimmed with varying and uncontrollable laughter throughout the night, it was like an epinephrine straight to the chest. And the real kicker? Live comedy reaches beyond the four walls of TNM’s newly opened, super-sexy, and intimate giggle haven.
Comedy is happening nearly every day of the week! Don’t believe me? Visit this page on NolaImprov.com and tell it to my comment box.
If that’s not enough, they’re teaming up with the Foburg Music Festival for Foburg.Comedy, so you can buy your tickets in advance if you don’t want to wait in line, because trust me, ladies and gentlemen, there will be lines. Come out this weekend for a guffaw or two and see for yourself!
Plus, a personal favorite goes down at 9PM every Wednesday: You Think You’re Funny? Open Mic at Carrollton Station. The laughs are free, the drinks are cheap, and I can never get enough of Scotland Green. I have yet to make it out to Lost Love Lounge on a Tuesday night, but when I do, I know that Comedy Catastrophe awaits at 10PM, hosted by the sardonic Cassidy Henehan.
If you’ve been idle, looking for a sign, THIS IS IT, my fellow Invaders:
Cause and effect, my friends! Progress can only lead to more progress. Get inspired, find a group of hard-working individuals with trusting and capable hands, and make something happen! If you want to create on your own terms and evoke a palpable impact, New Orleans is where you do it!
We have, at long last, a rousing renaissance in our midst. In spite of the crime, the closures, the educational and economical woes (to quote Chris Trew from Tami’s and his beyond hilarious and surprisingly moving ‘Alaskan Cruise,’ improv performance last Saturday), the artists in this town have got their “brass kucks” on, and they’re ready to rumble. Are you?
xoxo-Moni
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Monica Harris is a professional theatre artist and all-around go-getter. Originally from Angeles City, Philippines and raised in Fort Worth, TX, she is a proud New Orleanian who, between the 2-job hustle, lives the Bohemian dream.











