Comedy, Rules, The Breaking Thereof
May. 23rd, 2007 10:40 pmI'm just back from the Comedy Studio, where I went to see my friend and classmate Gary Peterson perform. Through a strange sequence of events I wound up announcing him*, which went alright--the audience seemed to applaud extra-long after I described how Gary donated his kidney and saved my life, and he was one of the best of the ten comedians on tonight's bill. (In the top 3, I'd say).
What sent me running to blog this as soon as I got home, though, was something he told us after the show, when we were all hanging out and shooting the breeze. He said that to psych himself up for tonight, he'd gone to an open mike in Bridgewater last night and bombed on purpose. Read very slowly from his notebook, took a cell phone call on stage, everything he could think of to jinx himself.
Bombed. On. Purpose.
Part of me is just so THROWN by that--I can't explain why, but it feels like cheating!
(Another part hopes that Gary stays in comedy and doesn't become, oh, a surgeon).
Bombed! On purpose! Is that allowed?!
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*What's especially befuddling is that this 30 seconds was more stage time at the Comedy Studio than I ever got when I was actually out there hustling stand-up gigs.
What sent me running to blog this as soon as I got home, though, was something he told us after the show, when we were all hanging out and shooting the breeze. He said that to psych himself up for tonight, he'd gone to an open mike in Bridgewater last night and bombed on purpose. Read very slowly from his notebook, took a cell phone call on stage, everything he could think of to jinx himself.
Bombed. On. Purpose.
Part of me is just so THROWN by that--I can't explain why, but it feels like cheating!
(Another part hopes that Gary stays in comedy and doesn't become, oh, a surgeon).
Bombed! On purpose! Is that allowed?!
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*What's especially befuddling is that this 30 seconds was more stage time at the Comedy Studio than I ever got when I was actually out there hustling stand-up gigs.