I got into Stand Up Comedy not because I thought that I was naturally funny or gifted, but rather because I thought I was funnier than 75% of the people I saw on stage at open mic night. Now, I know that "I suck less than those guys" is a bad reason to start doing anything, (although surprisingly not a bad way to run a political campaign), but it turns out I was half-decent and well on my way to becoming tolerable to listen to.
I started the process by just scratching down a short note whenever I thought of something funny, and then coming back to flesh out the joke when I had the time. ***Quick tip, that doesn't work so well because who the hell carries around a pen and paper. Shortly after starting that, I now just draft and save a text message to myself.*** Once I had a decent amount of material, I practiced it a couple times and signed myself up for the open mic at
BrainWash Cafe, down in the SoMa district in San Francisco.
I should say a little something about my beloved BrainWash cafe. It's got... well... it's got character, let's say that. It's a laundromat/ cafe/ bar/ cultural hub of the SoMa district. They have an open mic something just about every night of the week, from poetry to music to what they're best known for: open mic stand up comedy, every Thursday from 7pm-11pm. Now, the laundromat is slightly separated from the sitting area, so it's not like you're talking over the dryer, however that doesn't mean it's the ideal place to find an attentive audience. BrainWash is open mic in the dirtiest, truest sense of the word. When I say open mic, I mean open to
anyone, and sure enough,
anyone does sign up. On top of that, there is a large segment of the audience who
are just waiting for their laundry or grabbing a coffee, and they have no problem carrying on their own conversation while you're on stage. By stage, of course, I'm talking about the 2 foot by 2 foot platform raised 6 inches off the ground on which stands a lanky, hobbled together mic stand and all-too-often a wholly unfunny human being.
If you can manage to grab the attention of these patrons, you better be funny or else they'll turn their head right back to where it was, and do a spectacular job at ignoring you. This isn't a place to coddle new talent, it's a place to kick it's ass and make it want to quit. Now, I would like to think that I rocked the house the first time I got up there, but the honest truth was that I completely lost my cool. I've done public speaking for years, often in front of audiences in the hundreds, and maintained a strong speaking persona. The first time I got on that puny little fart of a stage, in front of a dozen people at best, I was nervous, I spoke too fast, and any concept of timing or interaction was thrown through the window.
The next time was better, and the next time better still. I've been going at it weekly for a few months, and each time on stage is an improvment. I'm getting into the world of the Comedy Showcase, which is the next step after open mics, and I've already been seeing some sucess there. I don't necessarily plan on leaving everything I'm doing now to devote my life to comedy. I'm fortunate to have a job that I enjoy, pays well, and I'm good at. However, I'm also fortunate to live in San Francisco, which provides more than enough opportunity for a young comic to have fun and play around in the the scene. I'm not real sure what I'm doing or when I'll stop, but I'm having fun for now so I'll just leave it at that.