The first time I ever did stand up was in DSI's annual Carolina's Funniest Comic competition April of last year. To put it bluntly, I was horrible. Other than a couple easy/hackish jokes about me being from Zimbabwe and one decent one about me masturbating to random chicks (well not random, they are Facebook friends, which I guess makes it weirder that I used to masturbate to girls I would then run into later in class the next day) on Facebook, I was bad. I was nervous. I forgot a few of my jokes.
I did well enough though that when I moved to Wilmington 3 months later, I was eager to try and find some spots to do open mic. Luckily enough, I stumbled upon Nutt Street, which is in my highly uninformed and biased opinion, one of the best rooms to do open mic comedy in the country.
My first time at Nutt Street wasn't so great, but I remember the second time I came up (which was the fourth time I ever did stand up) was the first time that I did well. I was nervous still but my bits about trying to get directions from strangers when lost and pretending to understand them went down really well. It was the first time where I would say the majority of my jokes went over well and people laughed at the parts they were supposed to.
For the next 5 or 6 months, I pretty much see sawed between nights like this and nights were I went, maybe told two funny jokes, one eh joke, and one that just didn't hit with a few bombs sprinkled in between to really liven up the stew. And then I just hit this wall.
For what seemed like 2 months, I would literally go up and just bomb every night. And it hurt. I would beat myself up continually. For a while I questioned if I should even be telling jokes on stage. By far my lowest point was the Port City Top Comic Competition which I think I will save everyone the trouble of describing as you can see video of my set right
here .
Awful stuff. I think part of why I was doing so poorly was that I was trying to be something that I was not on stage. Ill be honest. My humor is smart because I have had the blessing of going to good schools and being raised in a middle class household. That being said, I'm also a 20 something. I make stupid decisions. I love Adam Sandler movies. If someone gets a pie thrown at their face, I'm going to laugh at that person. I feel like I was almost becoming a caricature of myself on stage. For a while joke writing became less about "this thing that happened to me was funny, I should find a way to make it stand up funny" and more "this thing that happened to me was funny, how can I make this smart funny."
After my set at the Port City Top Comic Competition, I remember having a conversation with a fracquaintance (I stay hip and current with my words let that be known) about my set. Ill never forget what he said. He looked me dead in the eyes and said "you want my opinion?" Me: "Yes" Fracquaintance: "Write better jokes."
There was more to that conversation (Fracquaintance told me my Isaiah joke was cute but not funny, that I came of pretentious on stage etc.) but that piece of advice "write better jokes" really stuck with me. Definitely hurt at the time which is why I think it stuck so well.
For a couple more weeks, I did the same thing, went up, bombed, rinse repeat, and then one week, I was like fuck it, let me pander. Let me write the jokes that this crowd will find funny. So one Thursday, I just wrote the most concise, plain race/observational jokes I could and went on stage and told them. As a result, had one of my first good sets in what seemed like an eternity. For 3 straight Thursdays following, repeated the same process. Did well all three weeks.
Though it felt good to finally be doing well, I felt to a certain extent like I was compromising myself as a comic. Though the jokes I was telling on stage were doing well for themselves, I was not sure if I was being true to myself as a comic and/or as an individual. I feel like I had taken a 180 in the opposite direction, all for the sake of approval.
Maybe in part as a reward for doing well or maybe because I have supported the room for a while, but I, along with 11 comics, got picked to do a showcase. Going into it though I didn't feel nervous. As a comic now, I've come to a point where I definitely still feel jittery before a set, but not enough to the point where I feel it shows (unless I am really unprepared with a joke).
Timmy (the owner of Nutt St Comedy Room) would throw me a curve ball that night however by asking me if I could go first which was weird to me b/c I always thought (and still think) that you want your best comics/acts/ to go first and last. And I am nowhere near being the funniest comic at Nutt St. Not even close. In fact, there are three comics who have started recently at our room (past 5 months) who are in all honesty a lot funnier than I am on stage. So anyways, all of a sudden I got really nervous, not sure why though.
However when I was called up by the host for the night Jon Coyne, I remember just feeling this sense of calm just kind of waft over me. What followed was easily the best set I have ever done in my life. Every joke except my last one went over really well.
I feel that night really vindicated me as a comic. Since that night I have really made a conscious effort to just write jokes and not worry so much about the audience or how smart the joke is. All in all I have done pretty well since that showcase set but I can't stop comparing my open mic sets to it which is unfair. The showcase set was the perfect storm. For all the comics that went up.
Its just frustrating telling some of the same jokes I told during that set and getting less of a response from the audience even now.