Bettina & Elaine
My friend asked me to do a set before the launching of a webseries he was working on. Challenge accepted. The day before the event I went to a premiere party of another webseries starring Aasif Mandiv with a pro comedian doing a set to kick off the festivities. This premiere party was a parallel event except their webseries was of the Madison Avenue tier and mine was more 2nd avenue, a respectable avenue mind you- in fact that’s the avenue where I grew up! Let’s just say I was nervous for my gig. I also respect my friend who booked me and I wanted to do well for him.
I had a set right before the web-series gig which only went so-so. The benefit of it was I heard which jokes didn’t land ie: “I recently got offered a job that pays $8 an hour, $8 an hour, do they not know that I’m white?” That joke does very well as long as there is a smattering of black people in the audience. The black people always laugh, which then gives “permission” for the white people to laugh. No black audience members no laughter. Both of these shows were pretty much a strictly white audience and after the joke didn’t land during the first gig I scrapped it for the second gig. Over-all, the set at the premiere went well! Afterwards, I was able to hang out with my friend, see the webshow Bettina and Elaine which was really funny, and make it to the Comic Strip for my third and final set for the night. It was a great night and I hope to have many more like them in the future.
MC in DC
Birthday Party Show

Masq Bar Closed

What Year Of Comedy Are You In?

Houston Improv


Thanksiving in Texas

Urban Room
Last night I performed in an “urban room” in Harlem. Urban room is code for black room. I had heard rumours that this show / mic is brutal and the minute I walked in I knew the rumours were true. This is a room where you don’t get a standing ovation you get a walking ovation. The show is set in a bar/lounge and there is no separate space for comedy. Before the comedy show starts the DJ spins hot tunes, everyone is drinking, dancing, having a good time. All of a sudden the fun stops and the comedy show begins. A fun party-sphere is a tall order for stand-up comedy to compete with. You need to be energetic and full of ‘act outs’ to fully catch the attention of the audience; otherwise your jokes needs to be related to pussy, dick or titties. That’s just the truth of the situation. When I walked in an hour before the show started (the tell tale sign of a rookie) I stuck out like a sore thumb. At one point the DJ said “hey girl you looking for Columbia University?”. I felt embarrased, but at the same time, could recognize that it was hilarious. I kept trying to find a seat so I didn’t stick out so much, but wherever I tried to sit the seat was apparently “taken”. I was the Rosa Parks of Harlem. Finally the sign-up ‘list’ went out and I wrote down my name only to find out that the ‘list’ was merely a ceremonial show order. Comedians would be called up at the whim of the host, if called up at all. I was called up and started by dancing hip hop to the music while walking to the mic. In my humble opinion I got decent moves (for a tighty whitey). This got the audience on my side. I then started my set by saying ‘When I walked in tonight I was asked if I was looking for Columbia University, all I gotta say is hellz no I’m from… NYU”. This went over-well. “Now when my mom named me Michelle she said she was deciding between Michelle and Shkwanda.” The audience was like wwaah? I continued “If I were Shkwanda then I would be the hottest cracker in all of Harlem, Ok the Upper East Side… I am so ashamed of where I am from.” It was a good start. I got a little muffled in the middle, but ended with my quintessential joke “when I sit down I get rolls in my stomach so I created the expression ‘layers for the players’.” This actually got an applause break so I bailed on the rest of the joke and ended there. I stood my ground. It’s important to be able to work in every room and well lets just say I gotta long way to go to rock the Urban circuit, but what I learned tonight was that I can exude confidence and bottom line- the kid’s got potential. Now, watch me bomb tonight. Hey, that’s the nature of the game.
The World’s Smallest Violin
Cue the violin music.
A friend of mine got something prestigious in the comedy world. Yes I am happy for him, but I feel more sorry for myself. I’m almost 34 and I just started taking stand-up comedy seriously; I feel like I’m at the bottom of the barrel. It feels like I have nothing substantial going for me. Oy, should this be a blog post or a diary post? Probably the latter, but feeling sad/jealous is a large part of the grind. In an effort to snap out of it, I made a list of things I got:
- Growth from when I started to now
- A consistently hard work ethic
- Hustle
- Drive
- Ability to accept feedback/criticism
- My parents’ support
- An ability to create stage time for myself and others
- Producing capabilities
- A respect for the audience
- Respect from my colleagues (it could be in my head but that is good enough for me)
- The ability to create my own opportunities
- 15 minutes of material
Now would it be nice to have credits and a stamp of approval from others, Hellz yes. Part of me wants to list all my weaknesses and disappointments, but that’s not healthy and only gonna bring me down; I want to move forward.
So I will add one more thing to the list:
- Perseverance
Do I feel better, I wish I could say YES. But truth is meh. I did write this post, so at least I have that going for me. And I have a show tonight. And I have club spots in Texas this week.
Cut the violin music.