At the open mic last night, my confidence mid joke fell to an low point. It was a new joke that I wrote in the car on the way down, after having done some good crowdwork at the Non Profit Comedy Night show at the Comedy Underground. I was feeling great about it, all the way up to the point when I had to tell it. It was if my comedy instincts were rejecting it before it even left my mouth. What was so different about being in the car and then on stage. I really shouldn’t give a crap about what the open mic audience thinks. I’m there to work, I have things to say, fuck’em, right? I don’t know. Regardless, the joke fell flat, I saved the set by simply explaining to the audience that this just wasn’t a good night for me, but that’s what they get for a free show. My material may have sucked but my crowdwork was on last night.
Coming off of that set though I was able to take some good notes and I’m looking forward to tell the joke again. I basically re-wrote it from the ground up, coming off the one good part that explains how “I’m sexier than Jesus”. Sometimes the joke has to come out of my mouth and bomb the first time, and if I’m lucky, there will be that glimmer of hope, which is what happened last night.
Also, I think it might be time to re-write my JDate joke that was the opener from this one. It felt really stale and hacky, especially compared with the more conversational delivery style I’ve been using over the last couple of months. Now this thing sticks out like an 80’s airplane bit. Took down some notes on that as well, so we’ll see how that morphs itself.
All in all, both good things. A comedic phoenix arising from the ashes of other comedians smoking outside the club.