Rick + Joe’s Neck = This Reaction
Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? (Pt 2)
Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? (Pt 1)
In appreciation of Dave Caldwell and his ridiculous laugh, Denver Comedians are changing their profile pictures on Facebook to this photo.
We Love Dave Caldwell.
I makeded this! Dave Caldwell is a huge supporter of Denver comedy. Great dude.
Leonardo DiCaprio and I make some weekend plans.
"You do stand-up comedy?! Wow! How do you do that?!"
My honest answer to this question (at this point in my life) is not well. Let me maybe start from the beginning, though.
My love for stand-up comedy started in 2004. The album was Dane Cook’s “Harmful if Swallowed”. I remember listening to that album over and over again, to the point that I had it memorized and could quote the whole damn thing. I started writing jokes of my own, but they were in the style of Dane Cook, and that was my first mistake. You can love a comic, and they can be an inspiration, but don’t try to be a carbon copy of that comic. I figured I knew better. I didn’t. I first tried my hand at stand-up comedy towards the end of 2005 or beginning of 2006, and let me be as honest as I can when I say this… it was a goddamn trainwreck. It was at an open mic in a bar close to downtown Denver. I told a total of four jokes, two of them got laughs, and the room was DEAD SILENT on the others. I was maybe on stage for two minutes. This brings me to the next mistake: preparation. Don’t think for a second that as a new comer to stand-up comedy that you can get up there and wing that shit, because you can’t. I was absolutely mortified by my performance, and never tried it again.
In 2011, I got to a point in my life where stand-up became more prevalent, and on a whim, I decided to try again. It was a contest show run by the local comedy club in Denver, the world famous Comedy Works. The best of the best have performed on that stage. The contest I was in was simple: 10-15 comics pay $10 to perform, you get three minutes, the crowd and host judge whose best, and the winner gets the pot. The two rules I had learned at that point came into play. I wrote a three minute set and found my own voice, not anyone else’s. I also prepared myself for a solid month with my set. I had a long commute to work each day, so I would time myself. Three minutes each and every time. When the time came to perform, I would be a liar if I said nerves weren’t an issue, but as soon as I got that first joke out and the crowd laughed, it was a breeze. Have confidence in yourself. Don;t be cocky or overzealous, but don’t show fear, because an audience will see that and be just as scared for you as you are for yourself. I ended up winning the contest that night and I felt on top of the world.
About three months later, I bombed on that very same stage, and I felt low. Ever since that point, I haven’t felt 100% on stage. The most important rule you can learn and remember: don’t be afraid to fail. You want to go out and kill every night, bit guess what? Not every crowd will eat your shit up like the last. I’ve performed a lot since that show, and as much as I love it, there’s always that voice that tells me “they’re gonna hate you”. When you hear that voice the first time, answer: fine.
So you want to do stand-up? Good. Remember what I said. You’ll do fine.
Unless you don’t.
A birthday card I made for any fans of “Breaking Bad”.