25 July 2011
I have a palpable sense of pre-precipice-ness.
I am dreadfully frightened of being a successful comic. I know I can make people laugh and I have something to say, but I am afraid I will be fully successful and step out over that entertainment cliff and free-fall with no safety net pattern.
Today, I finally watched the documentary American: The Bill Hicks Story. Watching his passionate, inspired and scathing performances make me feel my comedy is insignificant. I have imaginary friends, pop culture references and nerd-friendly puns. Such a routine is not life-altering or brilliant or even inspired.
I went to the Arlington Cinema & Drafthouse over two months ago to sign up for their open mic stand-up night. I got on the list, but was too far down to perform. I have not been back yet. I was primed to jump off the diving board once, but now I’m looking over the edge and afraid to go again.
If you are reading this, I promise to start going to open mic nights and trying out new material.
I promise to go out and find my voice and jump off the cliff.