March 17, 2011
The world does an excellent job of maintaining balance in my comedy life. I can never get too low without being picked up; never too high without me being cut down. The last week of comedy was a great example of this.
I ‘ve a been on a pretty decent roll in terms of joke-writing. I’d say that I’ve written solid (key word) 15 minutes of material over the past few weeks. That may not seem like a much, but I’ve been writing everyday so to get a solid (key word) 15 minutes out of the larger body of work is pretty good.
I was riding high. My head was getting a little big. It all culminated last Thursday at Papa J’s. I had written 7 minutes of new material that day and performed it that night. All 7 minutes went over really well. I began to convince myself that I could do no wrong. I had figured out the formula. This comedy thing is easy.
The world, it seems, took notice of my cavalier attitude and decided to give me a little hip check into the comedy boards.
Monday night, I went to the Duke’s Station open mic armed with the same jokes I’d performed 4 nights ago. These jokes were iron-clad in my mind already. I was sure they’d get a great response. So I didn’t practice them beforehand like I normally do. I didn’t rewrite them during those 4 days to see if they could be made better. I just took my confident self down to Homestead and got up on stage.
And I bombed.
To give you an idea, I didn’t even say a closing joke. I just gave up. I got flustered halfway through, thanked the crowd, and walked off. And I can honestly say that I haven’t been that embarrassed of myself on stage for a while.
So I sat down at the bar with Danny Palumbo and John Evans and started dissecting what happened. Basically, I came to the conclusion that when you get confident, you get lazy and open yourself up to having your knees taken out by an audience who doesn’t give a crap about how great you think you are.
Have you ever seen a guy who deserved to get punched in the face…get punched in the face? More often than not, that guy will shake his head and say to himself, “Yep. I had that one coming.” That was me on Monday.
However, my ying didn’t let my yang get too down on myself. After the show ended and the audience dispersed, a guy came up to me and said, “You had some hilarious stuff.”
I knew it. I don’t suck. In fact, I’m awesome. I’m so freaking awesome.
I’ll just wait this week for the world to give me a comedy cross-check and then a comedy face-wash.
The circle of life continues.