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State of my industry address: year one. 

8/6/2013

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Hi. I'm not Andy Kindler.

Weirdly, my one year anniversary stand up gig last week was delivered to a way smaller audience than that first tentative step up to the mic at Siberia in July 2012.

In some ways, the one-year gig was even more of a challenge than that first open mic, when I shyly delivered a couple of poems and some bad Game Of Thrones gags. That first bill, with talents like Bill Dykes and Sean Patton - it's a wonder I survived, really. I must have looked pretty green.

Last week, a dozen or so regulars sat in their local pub, doing what they normally do on Saturday night, only my friend Beth, having played a couple of songs on her bazouki to warm them up, was introducing me and they’re suddenly having to listen to…what is this, stand up? Performance? POETRY?

And by a Brit to boot.

You could hear every reaction in that room. To my Fox News gag (“So he’s a f*cking liberal, then.”), to my painful puns (“Some of these jokes are f*cking awful.”). This is ten minutes into a one hour set, with some even more delicate wordplay and a faux-homoerotic poem about an ex Pope still to come. Set phasers to "BOMB".

A year ago, I would have crumbled there and then, colour drained from the cheeks, mouth dry as yesterday’s ashes and knees collapsing. Last week I thought: “Well then. Here’s a challenge.”

When the room is that small and somewhat resistant, and you know you’ve got an hour or so with a mic, with some tricky internal editing you can start to pick people off. It became like stealth missions on a video game: focus on Fox News guy until he grins. Stay on Pun Hater until he laughs at your most contrived word play. Go after those laughs.

Energy picks up, the rest of the room (already good) come with you, the gig turns around. I end feeling like Rocky in Rocky IV, each hard won laugh is a clap from a Russian, each book sold after the gig is one of the politburo standing up to applaud my fighting spirit.

Of course, it’s great to play to a theatre full of friends who’ll indulge your We Didn’t Start the Fire parodies and Miley Cyrus remakes for two hours, but scrapping for a grin at a locals’ pub from people who only went in there for a quick Guinness? That’s a good feeling.

One year in and even just beginning to learn shows you how much you don’t know as a a new stand up comic. At least I know to always have a drink on stage because that nervy dry mouth is still there, and you can easily be reduced to that kid stepping up for the first time.

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LI-ving in a material world

6/18/2013

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I should be writing material. I have about a week to finish writing my new show and then three weeks to rehearse. I’m not losing sleep over it just yet…my lost sleep at the moment is for a variety of unrelated reasons, but the pressure is starting to creep up.

It’s the first time I’ve ever sat down and tried to write an almost entirely new 90 minute show from scratch. The three incarnations of one-man shows I’ve done so far have all been, and I will punch myself in the face for you as I use this word, an organic process, with material slowly piling up over a number of months, like cholesterol in the veins of a cheese addict.

A few people have asked at recent shows, ‘When are you going to write some new material?’, the implication being that I’ve been peddling my current stuff for an unacceptable amount of time. It’s a respectable comment, though to be fair I did only really start doing stand up less than a year ago. I guess there’s only so many times people are willing to listen to you doing contrived puns about salt.

As a stand up comedian of sorts – and I see myself very much on the fringes of that group – I see a fair amount of stand up comedy. I love seeing people do new material but usually it’s the same five or ten minutes they’ve been honing for some time – nothing wrong with that because how are you meant to get better otherwise – but sometimes I don’t really feel like I’ve had a chance to really nail down how I want my stuff to sound.

But perhaps with a 90 minute show, people are spending more, investing more and so fresh thoughts are more necessary. I don’t know. I do know I’ve been sitting here for two hours and have only really thought up a weak-ish parody of Get Lucky by Daft Punk.

I’ve done tens of gigs now – and I know some comics work two gigs a night or five a week or something – but I take some pride in never having done the exact same thing twice. I’ve always played with the order, had at least one new poem or bit, changed up the banter. If even Tony Cachere’s aren’t interested in your Tony Cachere’s poem, though, maybe it’s time for fresh meat. Unseasoned, natch.  

But back to work. Like the man said, genius is five per cent inspiration and ninety-five percent dicking around on the internet.

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the show goes on

5/7/2013

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Sunday night is going to be one of the scariest things I’ve ever done.

Just over two years ago – still a stage-shy, bumbling caterpillar – I challenged myself to do something terrifying and came up with 20 minutes of vaguely comedic monologue that I performed to a lounge of friends.

I still have the video. It’s Awkward 101.

I’ve since managed to cobble together a couple of OK Fringe shows, and stumbled across a few comedy and burlesque stages. Sometimes it was funny. Sometimes my fly was open. I learn something every single time.

The point of the challenge wasn’t just to scare myself. Or rather, it was, but the fear doesn’t come from getting up on stage. It comes with revealing yourself. I don’t mean some thespian-ic ‘search for truth’ but just: This is what I came up with in my brain. This is more of me than you’ll get meeting me on the street. This is what I’m trusting you with. OH GOD I'M SO SORRY DID I MISREAD THE SIGNALS?

On Sunday night I’ll perform on my own to an actual theatre. Just me. 90 minutes. Just me. No line up of comics to hide in, no burlesque troupes to distract anyone. My words, my music, my videos (made with help, of course). This is all I’ve got.

If people come, they’ll let me do it again in a few months. If not, then probably not. I’ll still do Fringe and it’ll be fun, but Sunday is stepping up. Or at least, an audition to step up. I’m not saying I’m now a theatrical butterfly, just a hopeful pupae. Or larvae. Something gross, anyway.

You’ve probably come to a show of mine and I can’t really tell you how honoured that makes me feel. I’ll bug you to come to more things I think you might like. But Sunday is when I really need support. Asking for it is scary, like being on stage with just a mic is scary, but I’m asking.

If you’ve liked what I’ve done, please think about coming on Sunday night, 8pm at Mid City Theatre. I would be honoured, and incredibly grateful. Plus, I’ll try and make you laugh, and after, we’ll go for a big drink.

I’ll try to remember to do my fly up.

Thank you.


Event Page: www.facebook.com/events/542902575747857/?fref=ts

Tickets: www.eventbrite.com/event/6374629689/eorg#


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Fringe benefits

11/28/2012

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So a couple of weeks ago, I performed seven shows over five days as part of the New Orleans Fringe Festival. I joked on stage every night about Fringe being “70 shows that otherwise have no business anywhere near a reputable theatre” but obviously it’s a high quality festival, and I’m kind of embarrassed that I put myself in the mix with such incredible talents.

The bare facts are this: around 150 people came to see my show, many of them strangers, and I made a profit. This is A Win. That people were nice about the show and laughed and liked me on Facebook is also exciting. I’m proud that it was (subjectively) an artistic and (objectively) a financial success.

I don’t kid myself that I’m the best performer – I can be nervous and awkward – but considering I’ve done less than 20 stand up gigs, to do an hour of material feels like an achievement.

Doing a one-person show is difficult. It’s not that there’s no help – Taylor my venue host, Ariel, the supporting artists and various other people were on hand for vital jobs and to listen to me spout off about logistical snags and I couldn’t have done it without them.

The hard work is self promotion. For starters, you know you’re going to become annoying very quickly. You’re the only one that really cares you’ve sunk the best part of a grand into putting the show on, and the only real way to make that back is to hawk the show relentlessly for two weeks – cue the clogging up of Facebook feeds, endless Tweets and pushy messages and text blasts.

I apologise. It’s shameless. But it has to be. The stakes are otherwise too high for one person investing in their own enterprise. Every single ticket counts, so you pester and confirm and cajole and do deals and flirt and beg. Whatever it takes to get someone to the address at the right time.

Even to get those 25 people a show in the door, it took all my time and persistence. Biking around to every hipster coffee shop to put up flyers and posters, sending out press releases you know will likely be ignored in the deluge, flyering at the Fringe headquarters, arranging preview shows, talking to sponsors, hiring chairs, networking face to face…it’s your job for a fortnight.

I’m thankful that New Orleans supports this kind of thing. That the people here get it, that they tolerate the hard sell sometimes. I can’t imagine doing this anywhere else. I’m glad people come to a kind of purposely shambolic Fringe show with an open mind (apart from the people that walked out/fell asleep). That’s two successful years running for me. And that makes me happy. Imagine how it will be when I get good. I’ll probably not be as likeable, huh?



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