laughter happened tonight. I had my second guest spot at the Comedy Lounge and had a pretty good set. I may/may not post the video later. Not sure yet.
Also, I would like to thank Marc Maron, Louis CK and Zach Galifianakis for once being young and then growing older. The photos of their young versions that I posted got some tumblr-attention and that’s just heartwarming. So, thanks guys.
Also, if you like jokes, I will once again direct you all to my new Twitter page for Comedy is Weird. Funny things happen there.
Here’s the official Twitter account for Comedy is Weird! I’ll be posting jokes, silly crap that I think about, and promoting bloggy stuff. Follow it if you’re tweeting!
P.S. Until I can get a logo done, my picture has to be a weird one of me with a mohawk and novelty glasses. I apologize in advance.
I wanted to REACH OUT to the fans and see if I could get someone to design a logo for Comedy is Weird.
If you guys are interested, whip something up and email it to firstname.lastname@example.org.
The design that I like best will be used for the page as well as promotional stuff (T-shirts for contests, other crap that I think of) so your design will be seen pretty far and wide.
GET AT ME
I got the job working the door at the Comedy Lounge in Cape Cod, MA. I’m pretty excited since it’s my first job in comedy. It’s only for the summer but it pays $50 a night and I get guest spots every third show. It’ll be cool to be paid to watch and perform comedy.
A little bit about success early-on in comedy:
In August 2009, I signed up for a Sunday open mic at a well-known Boston club. I went there and did my time. Although the response was quiet and forgiving, I thought I did great.
I got a big head, as many comics do when they haven’t bombed yet. Also, I physically have a big head.
I was eager to perform two more times that summer. When September came, I went off to college and quickly wanted to do more comedy. So, I set up my own open mic with students at school. I was so proud of my “abilities” as a comic that I suggested right away that I would be the host. And I was. It scared the hell out of me, but I still felt good; I was on my way.
My wake-up call came simply: an open mic at a bar. For those of you who haven’t been to a bar to do comedy before, go do yourself the favor. Some of them are okay, mind you; but this one, on this night, was bad. I stood on stage (while the techno dance club downstairs was booming bass through the floorboards and rowdy bar patrons were…being rowdy) and the table directly at my feet had three people, stone-faced, watching me stumble through my scripted material joke-by-joke and getting no response whatsoever. I was sweaty, upset, and dead-set on getting off and being done with it.
I went on to do another open mic that didn’t work out. And another. After enough of these, I was 100% certain that I was a failure in the world of stand up.
For a time, I felt terrible about my material, my presence, and I questioned my future as a comedian. I lost faith in myself.
In retrospect, it helped me tremendously to feel that way. The true test of a comedian, I think, is to hit a bottom when you honestly believe that the audience, the other comedians and club owners don’t like you and you don’t like yourself. The only way to become great is to defeat that and prove that you can be better.
So if you’re a comedian and you haven’t felt like shit on stage yet: Go do that.
I just sent off an email to a comedy club out on Cape Cod for a job working the door on Saturday nights. They pay cash and guest spots, the comedians they book are some of the best in the area. If I got it I would get to do a regular show every week and meet some of the comics that work there.
I’m crossing my fingers that I get it. Who knows?