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The Saint

2010-02-21T09:19:00.000-08:00

I was less than a week out from a very important comedy show, and I was jumpy. I'd been hitting open mikes in anticipation, trying to get the right mix for my set list, and working on my stage presence. I've been doing open mikes for some years now, but I still get a bad case of Tin Man Syndrome, and this will just not do for a show I produce in my own back yard.

As is my way, when faced with a nagging, persistent problem that requires swift and consistent effort, I lolly-gagged on Facebook. As it turns out, it was the best thing for me to do.

A noted comic in the region (who shall remain nameless) hit me up for a chat session. He is much more active and experienced in comedy than I am, so when he talks, I listen. It didn't take long for me to bring up my pre-game jitters and "oil can!" performance lament. "Your problem is a simple," he said. "You're not comfortable with your material." He went on describe what I had suspected in the back of my mind, but couldn't bring into focus: I was tentative and timid in performing, because I either hadn't memorized my material sufficiently, or didn't feel strong about it for other reasons.

I set about writing up a set list, dumping the weaker bits, and trimming and strengthening the rest. With that done, I drilled on the remainder, wearing grooves in my brain so that one word led to the next, and to the next, and so on. I've done this before, but for some reason had allowed complacency to rob me of what little discipline I'd had.

I've never met the guy, save through online contact, but he has yet to refuse an opportunity to lend a hand. Usually just a nudge in the right direction, helping me to stay on track, but sometimes more, taking an extended period of time to share his experiences and viewpoint. He's been so open and positive, I've taken to calling him "The Saint," for his nearly inexhaustible patience and willingness to offer ideas and expertise. Early on in my comedy works in the area, I was put off by some experiences I'd had: a few folks were stingy with information, reluctant to help or even backed out on gentleman's agreements. Some of this is to be expected of course; you can't expect people to fall all over themselves to embrace someone they've never met. Still, the circumstances were off-putting, and I had started to become disillusioned with the stories I'd heard about comedians collaborating on projects, tuning up each other's material and helping each other find work.

Luckily, I found that as I became less "the new guy," several active performers in the area began to share their opinions and insights. As I make small efforts here and there to contribute in my own small ways, a kind of karma has kicked into gear - seriously disturbing my cynical view of humans and the universe. Troubling, that.

I've thanked several in my circle for their contributions, The Saint most often and most earnestly. As time wears on, I can feel a positive sort of debit system building, keeping me on the lookout for the opportunity to do a good turn, especially (but not only) to those who've shown me some grace.

After a particularly time-consuming bull session, I asked The Saint what I could do to repay him for his time and selfessness. He replied with a continued invitation to hit him up for advice in the future and to: "Just pay it forward, man." Is it any wonder I call him "The Saint?"

Outta the park!

2010-02-20T23:58:00.000-08:00

Not much time to write tonight, but I had to jot this down:

I produced and emceed a great show tonight, with Patrick Jaye doing a great job featuring, and Del Van Dyke headlining like a master. I could brag on either of them 'til the cows come home, but I'm too tired to do them justice, so I'll just toot my own horn:

My set was well-received. I brought some good energy, had my material down, concentrated on being myself (like Mike "The Saint" Betancourt told me), and drove that shit home like nobody's business. I admit I'm proud that I acquitted myself well in front of some seasoned pro's.

Crowd's happy, comics are happy, venue is happy. Rock on, let's do this again soon!

Good night!

Comedy Night in Lathrop, 12/19/09

2009-12-24T12:20:00.001-08:00

I was fortunate to perform at a show last week in Lathrop, a show put on by the young entrepreneur Evin Smith. I was in good company, performing with Isaac Ames, Roberto Arreola, Nate Lewis, Brian Uecker, Josh Hollinger and my brother-in-geography, Matthew Zeller.

I had a great set, got a lot of laughs and gained some of that valuable stage time. I had a lot of highs, but enough lows to help weed out the weaker material from a few bits, which was great. This must be what I'm meant to do; I even enjoy the rough parts!

What was great about this show was that everybody brought something to the party: for examples:

Isaac had some fearless crowd work, busting on a table of loud talkers
Roberto brought clever new material
Josh exploded on stage with a Jonas Bros. bit that I didn't see coming
Matthew had thoughtful, new material written just for the show and
Nate closed the show, headlining for the first time!

The show offered a "best street joke" slot, but the audience was too shy to take advantage of it, leaving a few spirited comics to take whacks at the pinata.

I'm looking forward to doing it again.

Rodeny Dangerfield

2009-11-26T12:43:00.001-08:00

I heard Rodney Dangerfield on an online comedy radio station recently. I miss that funny old bastard...

La Contenta Show 11/21 - lighting lesson learned

2009-11-26T09:16:00.000-08:00

One thing I learned producing the show last Saturday: lighting is important! I already knew that, but the lesson was certainly accentuated.

I'd arranged to set up lighting equipment package that was advertised by satisfied, independent customer reviews as being ample for lighting a "small or medium-sized stage." Confident in my purchase, I ordered the package.

Pressed for time, we set it up the night before, and we were concerned about the tripod stand it used to elevate the actual lights, for at least three reasons:

The stand partially obstructed the view
It presented a potential tripping hazard
It displaced at least a few audience seats

We made an executive decision to distribute the lights on the floor, at the foot of the stage. This put a lot of light on the performers, but from a low angle. The downside was that it cast light in an eery, ghost-stories-by-the-campfire angle. The upside was that the view was unobstructed, tripping hazards were minimized and no seats were disturbed.

I'd quietly urged my fellow performers to stand as far back from the front of the stage in an effort to let as much light to our faces as possible. Even though it was my idea, I admit that I found it difficult to do so and still feel comfortable with delivery.

One final problem was that the channel-based lighting controller I purchased only lights one light at a time, out of a bank of four. This was a surprise, especially since customer reviews raved about how this package was plenty for small stages.

Retrospect, unanswered questions:

Is there a better way to vet or research customer reviews?
I wonder is we could have dedicated a small table to the bank of lights. This would have displaced a few customers, but the lighting quality may have been greatly improved by raising it a few feet from the floor. Nobody wanted to sit front and center, anyway!

Lessons learned:

do dry runs farther in advance (although it was almost impossible in this case for reasons unimportant to this examination)
mount lighting on a ceiling or floor mounting that allows for minimum intrusion into usable spaces
consult a lighting professional

Live and learn, and we'll improve with every effort!

Blowout at La Contenta in Valley Springs

2009-11-22T11:57:00.000-08:00

Last night's show was a total gas. I learned a lot, and although I can't wait to reflect upon it, I must put it off a little while longer. Lots to digest.

But a friggin great show. Thanks to Jason Resler, Joe Rivera and Roberto Arreola for making it one Hell of an evening!

Chip's Comedy Club Grand Opening

2009-11-08T07:13:00.000-08:00

Chip's Comedy Club had its grand opening last night, and I was glad to be in the audience. Joe Rivera's latest effort included Joe, Nate Lewis, Josh Hollinger and was headlined by Patrick Jaye.

Joe had live music to back up the comedians. The drummer threatened to steal the spotlight, using nothing but devastatingly timed rimshots to slyly pan a flat punchline here and there.

I did my part by coming to laugh and soaking up a small fortune in booze. Nine bucks for a shot of Scotch? I hope somebody appreciates that I took one for the team - that's me, generous to a fault.

I made a late decision not to perform, even though I think Joe would have made room for me in the lineup if I'd asked. It's been a long week, and Daddy has been too busy to rehearse properly. Plus, I wanted the opportunity to just relax enjoy some good, local comedy. I don't get enough of that. Before the show ended though, I realized I'd made a mistake, and should have taken the opportunity to "work." Next time, I'll have my excrement assembled (shit together) better, and not miss another chance.

Interestingly, there was a late audible on the headliner play: While Anthony K was slated to round out the show, Patrick Jaye brought it home instead, and in fine fashion.

My mind is blown

2009-10-16T17:50:00.001-07:00

I am hurtling through new territory and recklessly kicking through areas marked off with yellow-and-black tape, but instead of "WET PAINT" they're marked: "COMFORT ZONE." Flashes of light, tunnels psychedelic kaleidoscope colors whip by and I hum with new energy as I drool just a little with either anticipation or rapt sensory overload or both, I can't really tell.

More coming soon. Watch this space.

209 Comedy Competition

2009-10-09T09:09:00.000-07:00

Rookies, a bar in Manteca, my old hometown, is hosting a comedy competition this Saturday night, and I'll be doing five minutes. I haven't performed in months, so I'm giddy with anticipation and trepidation. I pray to all the gods I believe in that it will go well.

You should come, and laugh.

HMC Open Mike night, 7/30/09

2009-08-07T09:38:00.000-07:00

Open Mike Night last week not a total success, but was a fine learning experience.

Upon entrance to the venue, I found the place packed with loud, snockered golfers, carousing loudly and working their way up Highway 4 towards other bars and their next DUI. I bravely and dumbly set up my equipment and started my set, with darn little notice from the assemblage. After a few muddled jokes, I tardily realized that it wasn't a good night for it, and took a seat at the bar to wait it out.

If there's one thing a student of comedy is never short on, it's advice from people who don't know anything about comedy. For example, I've recently had the un-brilliant and well-meaning counsel that I should get up and perform some of Bill Cosby's material or George Carlin's, just to get people going. Granted, this was on a night that my own original material wasn't slaying the crowd, but it wasn't so bad as to resort comedic plagarism. Non-comics don't understand that this course of action is tantamount to spitting on your mother. I tried to explain that it's far better to fail with your own material than succeed with stolen material, but I guess it amounts to a cultural thing. It's like the Matrix - no one can be "told" what the Matrix is; you have to experience the relevant importance of the issue at hand before understanding it.

With that said, I did get one nugget of useful tutelage from an 80 year-old Russian barfly who otherwise tells the same stories like a reel-to-reel tape stuck on "loop." She said: "Joov got to grab dem! Dey ain't gonna listen unless joo grab dem!" And she was right.

My comedy style is dry, clever and conversational, but is not multi-dimensional, loud or intrusive. I've got very few short, punchy bits, and absolutely no setup/punch, street-joke-type material. That's just my style. However, it occurred to me even before the mummy's advice if I were to attempt to scale the attention summit that this crowd presented, some assertive, brief and ribald zingers would have been the tools to pull from the toolbox. It's a stretch for me, but hey, I can stretch. Food for thought.

Not having those particular tools at hand, I chilled out until the crowd dissipated. It was unfortunate, but I considered the venue's view: one of the larger purposes of an Open Mike Night is to gets some butts into the venue's seats on a slow night. If the place is already rolling with a crowd that isn't into it, why force amateur night on them and chase paying customers out of the joint?

The evening eventually rolled on with my comedic material and a few musicians who sat and drank in the bar for most of the two hours allotted for Open Mike Night, only to get their instruments out and start playing five minutes from the end of my available time. I let them run long through a few songs, but I had to cut it short and pack up, as I had miles to go before I slept. They grumbled disappointedly, but unlike them I couldn't indulge myself in a short drive home, loaded to the gills; Captain Killjoy had an hour drive, an equipment unload and work the next day to look forward to, so he packed up his shit and left. So be it.

HMC Open Mike Night, 7/23/09

2009-07-27T14:00:00.000-07:00

My second night was a mixed bag.

I did about five minutes of new material, and I'd say it deserved a six out of ten. It would have went better if I'd prepared more, but it was a busy week and I didn't dedicate the time like I should've. Still, I got some good responses.

We only had one other performer, a guy named Scott, who brought an acoustic/eletric guitar. He BUSTED OUT some classic rock that had the place (all seven of us) whooping and clapping their hands. He really saved an otherwise mediocre night overall.

I really gotta step up my networking to bring out more talent, and also my rehearsal time so my delivery is smoother.

In the future, I hope to work with bars a little closer to home and more-densely populated areas. My hope is that that will make it easier to draw performers and crowds. One step at a time, though. Lots left to learn, and plenty of time to learn it.

HumorMeComedy.com's first Open Mike Night

2009-07-17T15:23:00.001-07:00

Last week I ran an Open Mike Night at "The 19th Hole" in Avery, CA, the first time I've done so. I've performed at open mikes several times, but this was my first time being responsible for the whole thing - the equipment, the tone, the promotion. And it was a total blast.

I rushed over directly from work, set up my equipment and got started. I introduced myself and the concept open mikes in general. I did about 5 minutes of my material and it was very well received. It's true that several people in the audience were friends and acquaintances of mine, and I know that buddy-laughs are different than stranger-laughs. Still, laughs are laughs, and they sounded genuine to me. An even stronger confirmation of their legitimacy was the fact that some gags fell a bit flat - not a night of bombs by any means, but the crowd provided enough variation in response that I knew the laughter wasn't simply Pavlovian, "that's my buddy up there" giggles, generated to save my feelings.

Beyond the reception of my own material, the night started off a bit slowly. It appears that open mikes and down-to-earth performance art in general are pretty novel here, and I could sense the crowd's uncertainty as to what this production was going to look like. That's part of the reason I explained (and will continue to explain) what open mikes are about. I think it helps to get the uninitiated up to speed. But the evening rolled along, and I was proud of myself: I trod a careful line between cajoling the hesitant attendees and acknowledging the awkwardness that is natural to approaching a microphone.

Unfortunately, there are precious few (maybe none at all) aspiring comedians in this area, and no musicians saw fit to attend, either. So, talent was a little on the lean side, and our only hope for entertainment, aside from me, was to get the crowd involved. If there was one angel of mercy in this regard, it was an elderly woman named Liena. After my repeated prodding of the crowd to take a whack at it, she finally took the mike - she utterly mangled a street joke that began: "Okay, there's this eye-talian guy..."

Although it didn't end up being an ethnic slur, it sure started out like one, and this bold start from a frail old granny was ideal for breaking the ice! After her, there was a steady stream of participants; it not only provided a quantity and diversity of material, I could feel the audience become invested in the show, as their friends bought into it and supported their cohorts.

By the end of the show, everyone was loose and there was a definite buzz in the air. Even the shyest person in attendance had shuffled up to the mike to share a funnier-than-expected story about his near-death experience, falling out of a fishing boat in full gear. All my trepidation at this new experience had morphed into exhilaration as the evening was as much a success as I could have asked for. Three nights from now I get to do it all over again, and I can't wait.

I've gotta write some new material!