There's no point in getting on stage every night if you don't learn something. It's 10:24pm and I'm in my spare bedroom/office wondering what I learned tonight from the Comedy Forum. I went up third following Mikey Manker, Clayton Champagne and the pro-temp host, Matt Wolff. I started off normally with my dumped via email joke, and moved to the scorpion and motorcycle comparisons. The crowd was composed, once again, by the residents of Old Monroe. I've not had great luck with them before, as when they used to frequent the Forum, they saw my jokes over and over and over again. Usually they only for Josh, whom they all came to see. Anyway, with a basic assumption in hand, I basically turned on them and their silence and attacked their intelligence. I did my blackout jokes, tried some MySpace stuffm, and did the blackest-thing about me (which got a groan, nice). I ended on a request and did a clean version of the Lord Voldermort joke, because I'm not about to say the n-word on stage again. I don't know what all else went on and I don't know how long I did because my batteries in my DVR died and I forgot to start my stopwatch. So what did I learn tonight?
- remember to start your stopwatch. Easy enough.
- check batteries on DVR. Doesn't seem to need elaboration.
- stop cursing on stage. I don't like it and shouldn't allow my frustration to show so much.
- I'm not a convincing jerk. I want people to like me, maybe I should concentrate on being myself on stage and not just taking out my aggressions on an unsuspecting audience.
- don't judge an audience by its members. The audience liked my motorcycle joke (I think I got an applause break, not sure) and about everything up to that. If I would have stuck to the "script" maybe they would have enjoyed my set more and
Anyway, no stage time is bad stage time. I'm on at the Forum tomorrow night and doing a private show Friday. I'll be at the Forum Saturday night to watch Clayton's set and Clayon said there's going to be a Monday show at Lloyd and Harry's on the St. Charles Main Street.
As Droopy dog would say, "You know what? I'm Happy".