I Miss Comedy

Back in March I wrote an entry about how I already missed performing stand-up comedy after something like 2 weeks in lock down. Well it’s June now and I haven’t done comedy in over three months.

I may be going insane. 

I was doing ok for a minute there; writing a lot, catching up on reading and TV shows I’d put on the back burner, all the same shit you’ve been doing I’m sure. Thankfully I’m an introvert at my core so when everybody lost their shit after a month and started ripping their hair out or open mouth kissing strangers in grocery stores I just chuckled and went back to reading Sandman.

Well the shine’s worn off boys and girls. I’m very proud of the writing I’ve done in the past few months but it just doesn’t scratch the same itch as getting up in front of people and lobbing new jokes in their direction. I don’t even care if they work at this point, I just want to talk into a microphone again. I’ll happily bomb for months, selfishly sucking all the good will out of the room until I’m back in fighting shape. 

Ok I’m lying. I care quite a bit. In fact losing my comedic edge is my biggest fear at this point. Last year I recorded an album. It’s never going to wind up on a list of the greatest comedy albums of all time, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t pretty good. It took a long time to get to pretty good, as anybody who suffered through my early days in comedy can attest. In more than 5 years of stand up I never took more than a week off, and slowly, painfully, I became a pretty solid comic. 

Now I’m coming up on four months of an indefinite hiatus, and I have to wonder how far this will set me back? Ignoring the absolute horror show live performance will be for the foreseeable future, when I finally get back on stage how fucking awful am I going to be, and how long will it take me to get back to where I was when this all started?

On optimistic days I think maybe the break is doing me some good, broadening my horizons and helping me break some bad habits that would prevent me from leveling up. But optimistic days are few and far between, that’s just not how my brain operates. 

Now that I’ve ensured nobody who reads this will book me for the foreseeable future, lets talk about what can I do in the meantime to sharpen my skills? I may not be able to to perform comedy but I can sure as hell still write it. I’m going to spend half an hour with my comedy notebook writing and sharpening jokes every day from now until I’m allowed to get back on stage again. If you’re a performance artist of any kind I’d encourage you to do the same however your craft will allow. Oh, you’re already doing that? Well fine then. This was just for me I guess. 


Alright thanks for reading this self indulgent drivel. Hopefully it resonated with you, but even if it didn’t, hit that like button and leave a comment. I’m building a thing here and it all helps. If you’d like to check out more of my weird stories and musings about life, the universe, and the meaning of existence, then subscribe to Mindful of Madness. You can also find me on twitter @drewjokeringram or on Instagram @andrewingram88. My comedy album, “This Was A Bad Idea” is on Spotify, iTunes or pretty much anywhere else you listen to music. Thanks, my self-esteem depends on you.

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