I am on day 3 of a month long residency at the Comedy Studio in Cambridge, Ma. I will be opening every show there for the month of May. The amount of time of the sets doesn’t bother me and the number of shows, 27 shows in 31 days doesn’t phase me. What plagues my mind as most good challenges do, is can I storm the beach(going first) and kill. Can I make a group of strangers comfortable and listen within seconds? I’m going to fuckin try.
After I got off stage last night I walked to the back of the room. My version of the on deck circle. Or I suppose a comedian holding pen. A place where you can catch up with old friends, bullshit with acquaintances and still watch the show. An overcrowded Open Mic is how I spend my Tuesday nights.
Some kid who was with his group of friends that are now leaving makes his way to the back of the room to shake my hand and tell me ‘good job’. He’s bright eyed and refuses to stop smiling. I abide his enthusiasm with a handshake. But all I want to tell him is “I missed a tag. I had been working on it for a few days and was finally going to try it.”
What does he care? What does anybody care? Nobody knows I missed a tag and him and his friends had a great time. That’s what matters tight? Nope, still upset. Going to be upset until I get this tag right.
I was doing a comedy show in New bedford at Gallery X. There was a couple guys on the show that I couldn’t help but hug as soon as I saw them. It dawned on me while driving home still basquing in the afterglow of a good set that I hadn’t seen either one of them in months. I used to see them all the time at open mics and play softball on sundays. So why so long?
Then I understood that the better my friends and I get at comedy is the less we will see each other as we travel the country and get booked for more shows. I couldn’t be happier for them although it comes at the cost of our time together. Beautiful Tragedy
This is part of a series of photos I call ‘Doing Me’ where I take candids of people being exceptional. My man right here has the fannie pack and an awesome shirt. In his head he’s singing, “This is my life and i’m gonna f***ing live it!”