Harold Night Blog

So, I have a confession to make.

In the haroldnight.com blog post from last week, I falsely stated that two members of Rich Uncle had contracted the dreaded norovirus. I was not dissembling, I was misinformed. They were sick, but with something unrelated to the evil expulsatory disease that has cut through the countryside like a burning scythe through crop grain in a Dokken video.

But we have tempted fate, and now one of our members actually has the norovirus. And for that, I can't help but feel sorry and think it is somehow my fault for writing in this blog.

It's time to come clean.

See, we try to fill out this blog with details from time to time of what it is like to try to survive and hold on to your dignity and sanity in the fast-paced, high-flying world of unpaid nonprofit New England improv comedy. But sometimes there's the need, deep down, to feel exciting -- to feel important -- to feel controversial -- to feel Kardashian-like -- to have the kind of brash conflict and ascendant yet meaningless drama associated with the star lifestyle.

But make no mistake, no matter how exciting we make it sound with our accounts of fighting deadly diseases or traveling coach on regional airlines at our own expense, in truth, improv comedy is about the grimy, grindy, dirty work that gets in between shows - when you take down the padlock and chain at the old warehouse, push open those grand, creaky doors, and start doing mirroring exercises and three-line scenes.

Improv is work. Tough work. Not fun, exciting things like noroviruses. Norovirii.

Well, exciting for the bloggers - not for the person actually with the noroviria.

At any rate, you'll see a new tone from me on this blog now -- gritty realism. All hand-held cameras and in your face reality. The real story. Like The Shield, The Wire, The Blair Witch Project or Cloverfield. The real deal. The story on the streets. Like in Homicide: Life on the Streets, or Original Pirate Material, by The Streets.

So, tonight, I did my laundry. What did you do?

THAT SH** IS TOO REAL!

I know, I know, but that's how we roll right now. We tell the true story. Or else a vengeful Old Testament God will strike more of us down with oral and bowelular incontinence.

Truth in comedy, people.

-Pete, Rich Uncle