I have officially been performing stand up for 10 years. I still have no idea where the time went. It has had it’s ups…and mostly downs, but I appreciate the ups because they were so few and far between.
I never thought that I would be a comedian. I liked comedy a lot, but I never thought I would have the balls to get up on stage in front of people. I remember going to see “The Original Kings Of Comedy” and being blown away. I used to watch BET comic view and stuff, but it never really translated into something I thought I could do. I never even knew how you could be a comedian. I never even knew that was a career you could be until much later.
I remember the first time as an adult I was told I should be a comedian. My ex-wife’s step-brother was a comedian and I was over at their house one day just telling this story about our cat. Him and his dad were busting up laughing and they told me I should try it. That was probably 2002. I gave it a shot in 2005. Mainly because my life was so deep in the toilet that I had nothing to lose. I was divorced. My kid wasn’t living with me any longer, and I was going to be medically discharged from the military. Getting up on stage or dying were equal in my head at that moment. I went with a military buddy of mine to The Brickwall Comedy Club. It was a Sunday and they were having their open mic night. We waited and we saw all types of acts. I saw a guy named Vaughn Eaglebear who was doing one liners and then I saw another comic named Meghan Flaherty who was all comfortable and stuff on stage and I thought about running away a couple of times, but I didn’t drive and I didn’t know where I was.
My friend went up first and he did really well. I was nervous as hell, but they had a policy of being nice to people going up their first time. I went up and I basically just rambled for about five minutes. When I got off stage the host of the open mic said to me, “How did it feel?” I said, “Great!” It was better than great. It was life changing. It gave me such a high that I had never felt before. People came up to me and said I did alright and that was confirmation enough for me. While my friend didn’t really go again, I went every weekend. I couldn’t help it. When I went to work, I took a notebook and just wrote everything I could in it. I was knee deep in it. It gave my life meaning again. I thought I was going to be a married, military father forever, but when that changed and instead of just rolling up and dying I found something that gave me a lot of joy.
Did my first commercial photo shoot yesterday and I was nervous because I alway feel like a fraud when I do these things. That is more to do with confidence than my level of ability. I learned that I may need a wide angle lens for smaller areas, and I need to ask before hand what the client is trying to convey with their photos. I am a matter of fact person. I want to display information as plain as possible. That is not for everyone, and I should make sure I know that before I walk into a session.
Had another private show Saturday and it went…ok…It wasn’t like the one at the church, but these people were in a different socioeconomic place than I so a couple of jokes went over their head. Other than that though it was pretty good. I am more concerned that people at a private show are satisfied than when I am doing just a normal show and I don’t really know why.
Sending out more booking notices. This needs to be done. I get discouraged and that is not the nature of the beast. You have to stick with it if you want the work and I feel like I can do that.
To explain the picture…when I searched decade in google this is what popped up. Thank you Google.