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tall, dark & handsome.: improv thought.
I was talking improv late last night with a buddy and had the following thought, which I quite liked. It may or may not be horseshit, but this is the abridged version of much longer (boring er) musical analogy.
I think improvisers, their aptitudes, can be broadly categorized as follows:
