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[Jul. 14th, 2009|02:50 pm] |
Got onstage again last night and went back to my roots... open mike night at the Star Bar.
It's been a hot minute since I devoted some brain cells to actually generating some comedy and doing it onstage. While my wit is quick and my mind flexible, left to my own devices onstage it tends to draw out and not be so funny. So I went back to it, because it needs to be faced and I need to be writing and performing... not much of a comedienne if I don't, right?
It was interesting. Rotknee was sick, so the perpetual black cloud that follows him around was particularly stormy and ominous. He called in Egypt to pinch hit for him, which worked out great. Egypt is a brilliant comedian who is the only pro who has ever taken the time to give me pointers, and he's a good fella. I didn't know any of the other comedians nor most of the crowd, but now they know me, like it or not.
I volunteered to be the sacrificial lamb and go first... because it is the toughest slot. Somewhere in the middle of the show is the easiest, because the crowd is warmed up and they'll go along with just about anything. And I volunteered to go first kind of as a test for myself- do it with no warm-up and try to win over the crowd, and partially as an "I been gone for a long while" paying my dues.
My set was okay, but when the wrap-up signal came, I ended up cutting off all of my punchlines at the end of the set... because I forgot to use them. It's always a problem with me- I have an idea of what i want to do, but then I forget it onstage out of nerves or what have you. But I think it's a good bit, and I'm keeping it. Goes in the folder with a couple of other succesful bits I have.
And then we partied into the night. Wendie had never been to the Star Bar's comedy slash 15 minutes of fame karaoke party on Monday night, and we both had an awesome time, then staggered home to be intimate. It was a very good night, despite my hangover this morning.
So that's it. I'm working my way back to doing what I am supposed to do, now that my life accomodates it. I'm pressing forward again, braving the slings and arrows to create my art. Bringing along my wife and companion to show her some more of my wacky world.
And I gotta tell ya, it feels good. |
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wish i had known about you being at the star bar as we were just hanging out in that area last night.
It is about damn time too. /CHEER
Woot. Maybe once I can afford to be social again, I can go see you perform somewhere. (I'm in Atlanta in case I never mentioned that to you.)
:D
I'd love to see your act! :D
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2009-07-14 09:38 pm (UTC)
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Go you!
I know how you feel- now that I'll be a Winthrop student again, I can audition for plays..... and everyone who ever knew me at that Department is dead, in another state, or graduated. :D I can't wait to hit a stage again (ya know... so I can be in a play with all that free frikking time I'll have. *grin*).
Excellent! With a teeny bit of practice, I bet you'll knock everyone dead. Your sense of humor is one of the best I've had the pleasure to meet. | |
