It’s late Friday night and a comic hears a knock at his hotel room door. A half dressed cutie stands there and says, “I saw your show tonight and got so turned on that I want you to make love to me tonight!“. The comic asks, “Was it the early or the late show?“.
There is nothing a comic takes more personally than bombing. Most would rather be accused of a crime than to be exposed to the uncomfortable stares of entertainment inadequacy. You never see it coming. The Bomb assumes its position when you least expect it. There is no clue as to its arrival, no prep for its ire and certainly no remedy for its results. Pre-bomb symptoms often take on flu like qualities. They include a sudden hot flash, a tightening in your vocal area, watery eyes, confusion and that one bead of sweat that develops somewhere in the middle of your back and rolls precisely through ass crack center. No matter how physically comedic or rhetorically gifted you are nobody is outside of its realm of influence. Many years ago I performed at the HBO comedy festival in Aspen and watched George Carlin stop in the middle of a taping and opt to close a showcase show later that night because the audience just wasn’t there for him.
Somewhere over the Rainbow…. If George Carlin can bomb, why oh why can’t I.
There are many ways to handle the Bomb, but as a comic who has experienced it few times and witnessed it many, I wanted to offer a few options as to how to address the humiliation with your head held high.
“Dick Williams is one of the best people on Earth, no matter how evil he wants you to believe he is. He has been a dear friend to me and my family for as long as I’ve known him, both in Houston and in Los Angeles. Dick was great at putting together paid gigs here in Houston and always played a starring role in every fucked up story that ever happened. He’s my friend, my rabbi, my accomplice and at times my worst nightmare. Dick is one of the great unsung, underappreciated heroes of the Houston comedy scene.”
In the multiple interviews with Houston comics who were around in the 1990’s Dick
Williams’ name pops up a lot. From John Wessling; Ralphie May; Rob Mungle; Caroline Picard & Billy D. Washington; many give him credit for giving them their first paid gig. The saying goes among comics, “If anyone knows how to create a gig, it’s Dick Williams”.
“Nothing is better than a live stand up show. At a stand up show you’ll get more laughs in 15 minutes than you would for an entire movie. And if you play your cards right, you can come home with a comic.”
Throughout my interviews with Houston Comics who’ve been around for more than ten years, one comic’s name pops up a lot, Matt Kirsch. With a list of jokes and industry credits as big as the state of Texas, to say Matt is a Houston comic’s comic barely scratches the surface. From his Humble beginnings in the late 1990’s to present day, Matt has crossed paths with all levels of the entertainment industry. Currently Matt is in charge of Comic Relief 2.0. Matt took a moment from his busy schedule to catch up with us.
1986 after a friend had entered him into a comedy competition at Froggy Bottoms Comedy Club in Lubbock Texas Scott Kennedy started his comedy career at an open mic. Shortly after that he made Houston, Texas his comedy home. And then he moved on to Los Angeles and then to Austin.
All of the attention is meant to be focused on you. That’s why you went on stage in the first place. Stay center stage, where the light is. If the entire stage is lit, feel free to roam. Very simply stated, stay in the light. Continue reading →