My one-act sci-fi comedy play “Space Worms!” had its WORLD PREMIERE last night, and I have tons of people to thank:
The audience, which was extremely kind.
Alex Adan, who is a flawless tech booth ninja.
UCB — the artistic directors for letting me put the show up, and the house staff for not yelling at me (I had a champagne bottle accident before the show, then forgot to clear my props off the stage after the show).
Rachael Mason, who gave me some INCREDIBLY helpful script notes. She is brilliant.
Kristen, Sarah, Diana and Curtis. They are the people I saw in my head as I was writing it, and somehow they actually agreed to be in it. They were amazing to work with, and I was super proud of their performances.
WE ARE ALL SPACE WORMS!
SAVE THE DATE: Monday, April 14th, 6pm. UCB Chelsea.
Written and directed by Morgan Phillips.
Starring Kristen Acimovic, Sarah Burton, Diana Kolsky and Curtis Retherford.
WE ARE ALL SPACE WORMS
The stars/creators of Broad City, Abbi and Ilana, studied at UCB. The show is produced by Amy Poehler, co-founder of UCB. The script for this episode (s01e06) was written by Chris Kelley (UCB). It was directed by Lucia Aniello (UCB).
Broad City is stuffed full of UCB people, and people from the wider NYC comedy community. That’s a testament to Abbi and Ilana’s awesomeness. For me it also speaks to a concept I’ve been slowly growing to accept over the last few years of my comedy “career”: No matter what happens to me professionally, whether I fail or succeed at the specific goals I’ve set for myself, I am SO DAMN LUCKY to be part of the New York comedy world right now.
Making audiences laugh is fantastic, but for me the best part of comedy is the opportunity to hang out and collaborate with funny, talented people. In the past I’ve wasted a lot of energy thinking about whether I’ve been lucky or unlucky in the life choices I’ve made and opportunities I have or haven’t been given; Broad City is a reminder to stop worrying about bullshit like that, and to get off my ass and create projects for/with as many of the insanely talented people around me as I can.
Before they move to L.A. like all those other hilarious bastards.
Five improv shows this weekend! I’m going to post them below, but not because I necessarily think it will make additional people attend. More so that a bunch of single ladies will see this blog post and subconsciously think, “Wow, Morgan is doing five shows in one weekend! He is a busy and productive person; the kind of person with whom I would like to associate! A real go-getter, exciting and dynamic!” Then, at some point in the near future, one of those single ladies will fall madly in love with me. And that’s as far as I’ve planned it. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Friday, 7:30pm: Sitting in with Mercury at QSIC.
Friday, 10pm: The Made-Up Musical at The Magnet.
Saturday, 7pm: True Story! at The PIT.
Saturday, 9:30pm: Rachel Chapman’s B-day Show at Brit Pack.
Sunday, 9:30pm: Dessert Cart in the Triple Crown Basement.
Over the last 40 days I forced myself to finish 40 creative things, one per day. Some of them were projects I’d abandoned in the past, some of them were started and completed the day they were posted. And for some of them I procrastinated so much that I didn’t start them until 4am, somehow managing to stay awake until they were complete.
A big part of it was trying not to judge what I’d done. Much. That would have led to me thinking they were too awful to present to the world, or that I needed to spend more time working on them (i.e. work on them for a while and then get bored and abandon them).
Now that I’m done, JUDGMENT TIME:
DAY 1: Self-portrait
Stylus and iPad. Without actually being accurate, manages to kind of look like me.
DAY 2: Reverse Karaoke “Debaser” by the Pixies
GarageBand. Took a stripped vocal track from the original song, made backing tracks with voice and keyboard (I don’t know how to play the keyboard). Objectively terrible, probably nobody else will ever listen to the entire thing.
I was gonna draw Santa but then I decided to draw Bukowski.
Over the last three weeks I have been working on my drawing skills. I feel like I’m now at the point where if I was 12 years old I would be considered “good at drawing.” I’m hoping to get to the next stage soon, where a high school art teacher will tell me that I’m talented and that I should really stick with it, and I start fantasizing about leaving my small town and moving to New York City and living in a loft with my new girlfriend (a professional cellist).
Did improv at a charity benefit gala in Connecticut last night with ARTPROV. Now I am art. (Bottom left corner.)
Borbay is a great artist, and a great negotiator with the Zipcar people when you get stuck in traffic and miss the return deadline.