%*@#*$)!@#!
When I started comedy, I kept it clean – VERY clean. I don’t know that for the first couple years, I had any naughty words come out of my mouth while doing a set. Those who know me in real life know this is a staggering statistic. I oftentimes joke now that I say “fuck” more times a day than all of the people in the room with me, combined. That’s probably not that far from the truth.
Work It
This past spring marked my fifth year doing comedy. Five years. Wowza. I actually had to look back at dates to figure this out (I’m bad at math). And of course, that included the ubiquitous “break” that most comics take (mine was a little over a year). But yeah, five years.
When I started doing comedy, I thought it’d be completely different than it turned out to be. Don’t get me wrong, I dreamed, like most comics do – that I’d be surrounded by easy whores throwing their bras at me after an amazing set… and groupies.. perky-nippled groupies. Mmmmm! I mean I was a natural at hanging out with friends and making them laugh for hours. I had witty retorts for just about everything (can you say “Class Clown”?) and after becoming a bitter musician (as a 280 pound girl, was actually told to call a record producer back when I lost 150 of those pounds… yeah… anyhow, I digress…) I thought my passion for the stage was something I’d have to give up.
So that leads me to how I decided to try stand-up comedy – I’m out with my friend Shana at IHOP one day, and as I’m leaving a woman grabbed my arm and said “I was listening to your conversation with your friends and you are the funniest person I’ve ever heard, you should be a comedian.” And the dream was born – I was going to pursue stand-up comedy… and save for a shitty experience with a douchebag comic in Chicago who ran a ‘workshop’ (that’ll be another blog entry, I’m sure), I have never felt quite as much “me” as I have on stage as when I’m performing. Well, ok, I have felt like “me” off-stage – but my first “me”, truly “me” experience was telling jokes into a mic.
[and yes, I appreciate how much you want to feel me, you're very cute, hornball, now let's move on]
And now, 5 years in, I’m here to tell you – COMEDY IS HARD! It’s still hard. It will always be hard. And that means I’m doing it right.
The Stats Man
I’ve produced live events/shows on and off for many years. Back in Dallas, I did some work for Billboard, and got to work with some really talented musicians and produced shows there. Nowadays, I’m producing comedy shows. Comics are a rare and special breed (and by special, I am referring to diseases, yes), and they come in many different flavors (feel free to take that statement however you want to, you filthy whores).
Over the past year and a half of producing Comedy Under The Tap, I’ve been lucky to meet some great comics and make some fantastic friends. For every douchenozzle comic I meet, I meet about 3 who are good people. That makes it worth it. For real.
But, let’s face it – there are so many annoying things I could drone on and on about when it comes to comics, but I’m going to pick just one today: The Stats Man.