27 August 2011
Greetings again sexy readers. You know who you are.
For those of you packed in safely with your five-sandbag quota, why not beat CNN’s continuous coverage of Hurricane Irene (and FX’s showing of Me, Myself and Irene) by watching another clip from this past week’s show at the DC Improv?
This game is called, “Emotional Symphony.”
26 August 2011
Hello lovers and followers and friends and, well, everyone else.
Before the hurricane hits and the power goes out and you’re left reading issues of People magazine from 1992 (whatever happened that year?), why not check out some videos?
As I mentioned earlier this week (you did read that, didn’t you?), I was fortunate enough to perform with the DC Improv Comedy School Cast on Wednesday. GF was there with camera in hand to record some of the scenes of the action.
If the power last throughout the weekend, I’ll be posting clips from the show.
Here is one game called “Foreign Movie.”
17 (technically 18) August
This totally counts.
Tonight, I had improv practice. I am performing in a show next week with some people who are incredibly top-notch at improv.
I hope they (and the audience) don’t mind my presence.
Good night, USA.
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.
The Joseph Richards Show 