…when you think you’re hilarious, and no one else does.
So these are some clips of the open-mic nights I’ve done at Vermont’s only comedy club, Levity (which means lightness, if you happen to be in third-grade and you weren’t quite sure what that big word meant). As is evidenced by the videos, this shit is hard. I am one lone chuckle away from abject failure. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my voice is about as flat as the Greek economy right now. Seriously, can someone inject some pep into that voice? And also, can someone inject some sort of implant into that chin? I have about a quarter of an inch of chin at the moment. If I get any fatter, it’s going to get swallowed up by my neck.
Anyway, here’s what I’ve been up to as late. Please remember that I’m a beginner. Think of me as an infant trying to punt a field goal or cook a soufflé, and then cut me a break. I’m trying to keep in mind Malcolm Gladwell’s 10,000-hour bunk as I do this. So far I’ve got about a half an hour’s worth of practice. Only another 9,999.5 hours until mastery. Encouraging.
12/15/11
12/29/11
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1/12/12
