Saturday, September 17, 2011
Bringer 2
Date: 7 September 2011
Venue: The Comedy Store Belly Room
Vargus Mason puts on this show and there's a lot to like. It's high energy, there's loads of talent and you get your money's worth because people keep getting added to the list. That's the only gripe I have with the show, and that's only because I have to bring friends who still have homework to do in the evenings. I feel guilty about making friends stay out later than I'd told them they would be staying.
The performance went well, but I did something I wish I hadn't. I practiced for 7 minutes worth of stage time, only to learn that we had 8. A whole extra minute. A whole extra minute that I didn't actually have solid material for.
did you just wing it?
umm... maybe?
I have a sort of reserve of material that people have liked. It's less structured and less well-integrated. Some of it is things I haven't even officially told to an audience. Untested, unprepared and thrown together? Wasn't this the exact thing I wanted to avoid? This has all the hallmarks of going bad quickly.
The fact that the jokes went over well by no means suggests that I was right to perform untested material. It wasn't the right call. I'm going to have to make sure I don't do it again, because it's going to land me right back at the place I wanted to avoid. The place where overconfidence runs right into deep disappointment.
The whole set felt solid with the exception of an allusion between Pasadena and the East German secret police. It helped that I had 6 people in the front row who were there to see me. It also helped that the room was very full. This is the kind of room I want to play to a lot more.
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I guess you should know about pulling out newer material.
ReplyDeleteI signed up for a standup workshop, willing to put up with the six-hour round trip drive, but it was cancelled at the last minute--not enough people. There just isn't anything around here. Sometimes I wish I could afford the cheap rent and open a club in one of these empty storefronts and call it The Bomb for people like me with no experience who could stink up the joint.