Find something you like and stick with it
January 13th 2012 00:41
Do you think the title is sagely advice? Yeah? Me too.
Trouble is, I'm the person who said it. I just don't remember saying it. Apparently these are the pearls of wisdom from 'sleeping Sheree', who occasionally dreams big and delivers timely anecdotes and advice to those who seek it/have no choice but to endure, as I tend to ramble when I'm cutting up some Zs.
And that was my coherent sleeping declaration last night. So poignant, so telling, considering how last night I went to my first live comedy gig.
It was a moment of subdued epiphanies.
I discovered what hecklers were. I learnt about awkward silences. I saw the comedians before and after. Before they looked nervous and sad. And after they performed, despite not having a good run of it because they weren't really making jokes just putting words together in sentences and pacing back and forth (some of them), they were still euphoric and delighted to be there in that room. Because they had found something they loved, even when the going got tough and silent and heckle-ish.
Sometimes I laughed politely and softly but if I wasn't sure how to react, I simply looked around the room to kill some time. Mostly I laughed a little too loudly and involuntary and possibly at something highly inappropriate (me and this guy at the back seemed to find the most random things funny and we coincidentally emitted a similar and distinctive horse belly laugh). And sometimes, like with headline act Jacques Barrett, I was laughing so hard I may have regurgitated water, like an excitable seal.
Which brings me to my next point.
Don't drink and comedy.
So to conclude, it was an eye opening experience, highlighting how immune I am to controversy these days. I can appreciate how tough the life of a comedian actually is and a little part of me wonders if I could ever get up and give it a go.
Since then I've secretly been 'comedy routine'ing everything in my head. Taxi drivers, am I right?
Trouble is, I'm the person who said it. I just don't remember saying it. Apparently these are the pearls of wisdom from 'sleeping Sheree', who occasionally dreams big and delivers timely anecdotes and advice to those who seek it/have no choice but to endure, as I tend to ramble when I'm cutting up some Zs.
And that was my coherent sleeping declaration last night. So poignant, so telling, considering how last night I went to my first live comedy gig.
It was a moment of subdued epiphanies.
I discovered what hecklers were. I learnt about awkward silences. I saw the comedians before and after. Before they looked nervous and sad. And after they performed, despite not having a good run of it because they weren't really making jokes just putting words together in sentences and pacing back and forth (some of them), they were still euphoric and delighted to be there in that room. Because they had found something they loved, even when the going got tough and silent and heckle-ish.
Sometimes I laughed politely and softly but if I wasn't sure how to react, I simply looked around the room to kill some time. Mostly I laughed a little too loudly and involuntary and possibly at something highly inappropriate (me and this guy at the back seemed to find the most random things funny and we coincidentally emitted a similar and distinctive horse belly laugh). And sometimes, like with headline act Jacques Barrett, I was laughing so hard I may have regurgitated water, like an excitable seal.
Which brings me to my next point.
Don't drink and comedy.
So to conclude, it was an eye opening experience, highlighting how immune I am to controversy these days. I can appreciate how tough the life of a comedian actually is and a little part of me wonders if I could ever get up and give it a go.
Since then I've secretly been 'comedy routine'ing everything in my head. Taxi drivers, am I right?
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