Am I a Grown Up Now? 

Like Aladdin whippin’ around on his magic carpet, I’m in a whole new world (or does that make me Jasmine?). I just finished school, I’m performing improv pretty regularly, and I have a new task of how and where to find work. What’s nice about trying to find work now versus five-odd years ago is that I care about what I’m trying to do now. I mean part of me find business interesting, but I don’t think I was going to Excel at spreadsheets and cubicles (sorry so punny). So copywriting allows me to be analytical and creative. Double threat, dynamic, and most importantly, I don’t have to wear a monkey suit. Not my style, which isn’t to say I’m brimming with style, but a tie and dress pants make me uncomfortable. Those who know me, know not much can make me feel uncomfortable (I’m don’t care if I look cute Mom, I ain’t wearing it!). Sorry, flashback to when my mom used to dress me. She kept me looking pretty fly, I’ll admit, but I don’t think I can pull off the yellow denim anymore.

So let the networking begin. I’ve been steadily doing it for a while, and finally have the time to really schmooze with the best of them. Or at least anyone who will sit down for coffee. Expanding my search, too. Chi-town? Big Apple? The Austin City Limits? Who knows, but for the first time in a long, long time (note: ten year High School reunion this fall, for real?) I’ve got direction and baring an economic slide (not a dance… yet) I’ve got some room to breathe and explore. Huzzah!

Wait, I’ve loans to pay now….

Damn you debt!!!!!

Why I Perform

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I was honored to be asked to write a guest blog post for InCommons recently on why I perform. You can read the post as it reads on there site here: 

Why I Perform: A short essay by Eric Simons

Otherwise I am posting it here too, which seems redundant, but I just thought it was cool someone wanted me to post something on their site. So there is proof, I am wanted. I can rest easy now. 

Why I perform

Hello, my name is Eric Christopher Simons. You probably don’t recognize me as a performer from such famed improv troupes as Vicious Delicious, Meat & Cheese, The Marcus Garvey Experience, or most recently (and relatively) The Theater of Public Policy. I say you don’t recognize me because there is so much great theater to see in Minneapolis/ Saint Paul on any given day of the week, it can be easy to miss some of the smaller shows that pop up (2nd most theater seats per capita behind New York City). And in some of the smaller venues (i.e. Huge Theater). And there are often misconceptions about improv that keep people from checking it out (it is not stand up comedy).

But that’s ok. Don’t get me wrong, I love to get in front of a huge audience and make at least one person if not everyone, laugh, think, or chuckle while pondering deeply. But really my reasons for performing are quite selfish. I like to challenge myself mentally and physically. I like to make connections with people in the microseconds between completely made up dialogue. I love to keep a straight face in the wind of the most ridiculous situation I have ever witnessed. I like to break character when someone says something too low brow for anyone’s own good. I just love improving.

I’m not of a theater background if that helps add any relevance. A theater friend of mine convinced me to try out for an improv troupe back in college and that was that. It was love. 8 years later here I am. I still find it weird when someone calls me an actor. What I do is go on stage and play with my friends. The fact that you are there eavesdropping on my playtime is cool, but if you weren’t there I’d still be acting like an idiot. Or a pirate with a fish for a peg leg. Or an Alien who is allergic to truffles. Or possibly Barack Obama checking tweets from a couple of gay teens from Anoka.

So yeah, that last example was more aptly detailed. That’s because it happened a few weeks ago at The Theater of Public Policy. With this show we interview an expert in a particular field on a hot button issue, then we satirize it through improv. Again, selfish Eric found a show where he gets to play. And selfish Eric found a show that forces him to keep up with social issues that are going on from Minneapolis to the Washington DC to Spokane. It makes selfish Eric feel relevant, or at least have a relevant opinion.

Really it makes sense to have a show like T2P2 bring these issues to the forefront of the community. We do it in a way that keeps it from getting too heavy but still encourages dialogue. I love having a beer after the show and talking about the issues. It’s like a town hall in old Philly, but with less wigs and a cleaner tap system.

Ok, so maybe I lied a bit when I said I don’t care if people show up. I want to discuss these issues with as many people as possible. It’s important to hear all the sides and all the opinions. It’s important for us to keep a healthy dialogue, for we are the future (cue Whitney Houston, RIP) of this great, imperfect country.

So when it comes to both performing and keeping a dialogue on some of these divisive issues, it’s both challenging and difficult. But believe me, its well worth it. 

My Future Whip (with license plate)

Photo compliments of @thebroek

Photo compliments of @thebroek

Valentine's Day: or Thanksgiving Spring Edition!

Those who know me, know my general annoyance with V-Day. They might say its cause I’m cheap or unromantic. The latter is certainly not true (hopelessly so) and the former is rooted in being remarkably broke for the last ten years. But my solution to both has always been my creativity. When I cared about a lady very much, I could find ways to celebrate them. I just don’t want to be told when to do it. But I’m starting to retread rants of yesteryear. Let’s start fresh. 

What I got to thinking about on the bus today was, “Why do you detest this manufactured commercial holiday more than other commercially manufactured?”

I love Christmas though it doesn’t have the same aura that it did as a child. Anxious to see what Santa brought me, I would stay up until 4am in the morning. Around then I would basically passout until around 5:30. Then I would sit awake, waiting until 6am struck and I could wake up my big sister. The toys and games were great, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve realized that it is the family part that really mattered. My mom and dad helping me put together stuff, giggling with my sis, getting to see my grandparents at noon. My family and I still do some gifts, but honestly I don’t care that much about that anymore (though my record player this year was inspired). Christmas Eve though, that’s when we would topically frost cookies (does that work as a double entendre?) then have some drinks and laughs, that’s what matters to me now.

Basically, I want Valentine’s Day to be more like that. Or more like Thanksgiving. Where we ignore the history behind why something is significant and just know it is. Where we spend time with those close to us, drink a bit too much and gorge on stuffed animal meats. “But, that sounds a lot like Valentine’s Day.” Kind of, but really it feels like a time where people get looked down upon for not buying stuff to show love. Do something. Don’t wait until the 14th. Be with the ones you love, doesn’t have to be romantic. Save the romance for April 3rd, August 12th and October 7th, when no one is looking.

My favorite Valentine’s Day ever came a few years back. It involved going to a museum and then hitting up the CC Club with several of our best friends. It was a fun day that could exist on any day, so fuck worrying about it being the 14th, it was just important being there with those that I’m close with.

Remember the feeling, not the date.

Happy Spring Thanksgiving

AGE THREE

The people I love full-hearted,
The protectors of a life just started,
Lost sight of them for a mere second in time,
It was hardly a crime,
But I hope we are never again departed.
— Eric

AGE TWENTY FIVE

Lost in translation lost in relation - ship has sailed to new lands, to new- seeds planted in curious mind - sprouting new thoughts, new experience alien mind sets finally eye opened, setting sail across diversity, across xenophobic waters and flooded mind.
— Eric