Top 5 List for the New Year

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It’s a new year. I should practice writing the correct year: 2015, 2015, 2015! I have memories of writing the wrong year on checks after New Years and my dad being mad at me. So they say this is the time to reflect on the year, your life etc… that along with listening to my sets are probably my least favorite things to do.
Some people I know make excel spreadsheets documenting their comedy journey; I have tried that approach, but after less than a month the project was abandoned. I know how I’m doing; it’s a gut feeling for me. Like when I was acting, when the director would give me feedback I didn’t really hear what he said, I felt it and would adjust accordingly. My emotions and sensitivity are how I compute, process and react to the world. Note for next year, I should try to listen better. To generally summarize this year:
January-ish I was coming out of a big depression
February-ish I had an epic night with a comic; think laying in a blanket of white snow in Washington Square Park, connecting and talking about comedy. That night symbolized my slow return to comedy and the beginning of taking it seriously and treating it like a job.
March & April-ish mid tears (side effects from arising out of the big D err depression) I trucked on doing stand-up open mics. There was a specific mic where I just totally cried on stage. I made my self return the next week to do the mic again. I may not be made of steel, but I will still fight to the end. I produced Meet Drink Laugh after an 8 month hiatus. I visited my friend in LA and did mics there, mid tears, oy my poor friend.
May-ish I got passed at the Comic Strip and began working there 4 nights a week.
June-ish I had my Tuesday Nights at Solas. I began the most serious relationship in the history of Michelle and as an added bonus because of him my punch lines got a lot punchier. I was in a good place, possibly the best place of my life.
July I took my class with Wali Collins and began my relationship with the Manhattan Comedy School. I started this blog!
August– I took my final stand-up comedy class (with Laughing Buddha) and put my parents through their last club bringer. But there will always be Michelle produced bringers 🙂
September– I started the Masq Qomedy Show and learned about working with ticketing services. I had my first legit spot on the Gotham Comedy Stage. I produced another Meet Drink Laugh Event. and performed at Caroline’s for the first time.
October: Developed a sense of swag. In terms of comedy climbing I went from open mic-er to late nighter who books shows
November:  I had my biggest bomb which could be my famous bomb story. Granted it wasn’t AS bad as I thought, it was still epic. Houston Improv- urban room 2014.
December: I hosted a Jewish Theater conference in DC. Had a few up and down days, but consistently am in the best place of my life.
Top 5 Things To Work On For 2015
1. Celebrate one positive accomplishment each week
2. Control emotions by taking a breathe before reacting
3. Appreciate what I have such as my health, relationships, & persevearance by writing a weekly gratitude list
4. Stay Consistent ie: write, practice mindfulness, workout, perform, & spend time with family
5. Listen Better if I find myself in my head quick get out!

Bettina & Elaine

static.squarespaceMy 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

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I took the Greyhound (I’m a baller) to DC so I could MC a showcase as part of the Association of Jewish Theater’s annual conference. I had performed in this showcase a few years ago and they had asked me to MC the show for this year’s conference.
I was looking forward to the opportunity because the preparation and hosting would be a learning experience.  My co-host was a  playwright and I am a solo performer so we decided it would be appropriate that he bring up the writer’s pieces and I bring up the solo acts.
My cohost is a talented funny writer and would riff and make a joke after every piece. He’s a tough act to follow. I wound up keeping up with him riffing my own jokes. My favorite joke was one that I actually wrote in anticipation of the conference. When I brought up the talented Rebecca Joy Fletcher’s piece formally called The Ring (which is something I don’t have) I told the joke:
My boyfriend was born in the Ukraine and raised in American and says he never wants to get married because he already has US citizenship
What he doesn’t know is that my dad works for the U.S. embassy and is in the process of getting his citizenship revoked. 
 
The joke worked. The only problem is that the first part of the joke is already in my boyfriend’s act so he and I are “battling” over who gets to use that joke! Overall, the hosting experience was really fun and if nothing else it wound up building my confidence- I am funny.

Birthday Party Show

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The purpose of a birthday party is to celebrate you! Celebrate your life!  One of the benefits of a birthday party show is it’s a good excuse to get your friends to come out and see you perform. Unfortunately having friends in the audience makes me nervous! Performing for strangers is one thing, but your friends – you have to see again! Also one of my bits is about a friend of mine’s wedding so part of me doesn’t want her to come because I don’t want her to get mad. But another part of me is like I need butts in the seats you bettah come bitch!
Well I got butts in the seats, but the butts were pretty tight…meaning the crowd wasn’t very responsive or fun. To be honest I had a nice time, but I don’t know that I want to host a birthday party show next year. I was too nervous that no one would show up. People did show up, but a large part of me still feels like I have no friends.  I should look at things positively and say well a good 40 people came out to celebrate me, so that counts for something in fact it counts for a lot. Quit yo’ bitchin’ girl (that’s me talking to myself).

Masq Bar Closed  

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I didn’t find out from the owner, but the waitresses were gossiping and apparently Masq Bar was closing. A large part of me was relieved because it was pressure to keep the show running–the pressure of booking comics, communicating with ticketing services and promoting the show outweighed the benefits of getting stage time. I like the “power” that comes with producing, but ultimately am I trying to be a producer or a comedian? I would like to be both, but a show like at Masq Bar I couldn’t see it growing to the next level financially so as a producer it didn’t seem worth it and as a comedian it was a pain in the booty.  In retrospect, the cancellation of the show could have been a blessing. I had offered to buy the bar’s sound system, but the price they were willing to sell it for wasn’t worth it. A large part of me wanted to just buy the equipment because it was somewhat of a deal and you never know when I could need it, but considering I didn’t need it don’t know when I could ever need it– I opted not to purchase it. Anyway, it would be a lot to store and I have no desire to become a hoarder (unless it would give me good material). The question now is where am I going to perform on Tuesday nights? Looks like I’m back to the mic scene.

 

What Year Of Comedy Are You In?

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Depending on the situation I say I’ve been grinding for one year or dabbling for three years. When I got paid $50 to do a show and the producer asked what year of comedy I was in- I said third year.  When a comedy club expressed interest in me and asked how many years have I been doing comedy– I said three years. After pretty much bombing at the Houston Improv, if anyone had asked what year I’m in I would have said year one. Fortunately noone wanted to talk to me, except for the white waitress who tried to be nice to me by saying ” I understand your humour”. Oy maybe I should I say its my first week in comedy. Interestingly enough, when you first start comedy you round up / lie up, then when you hit a certain number of years, if you’re not “big” you start to round down / lie down. 

 

Houston Improv

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I performed at the Houston Improv. That sounds sexy don’t it? I should end the blog post here. But this is the Comedy Grind so let’s grind out the truth, ya’ll. I knew the Houston Improv would be a big gig, but l didn’t have an idea it would be 400 people. I also didn’t know it would be an urban room, which is code for black room. So this gig was my 4th urban room and my first time performing for such a big audience. Am I properly setting up the evening? Can we imagine how the set went? The set started out strong, I started by dancing up to the microphone–it’s  surprising to see a white girl have black girl moves. Bam, I got the audience on my side. Then I made a joke saying “when I came in here, the waitress asked if I was looking for Rice University” aka a joke about me being white, bam! From there I had their attention for one or two bits, but after that I lost them. I didn’t bomb, well I guess that depends on how you define bomb, like they didn’t boo me like an Evening at The Apollo and I didn’t get a walking-ovation. But, by the end of the set, most of the audience was talking and not listening. When 5 people start talking that’s one thing, but 380 people talking, now that’s a whole other ball game. Yee haw, groan. After I got off the stage the MC said, “we just had her up to heal the whole Furgeson situation”, at least he got a laugh!

Thanksiving in Texas

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This year I “pre-gamed” Thanksgiving in Texas with my brother and his in-laws. Opportunity to perform in a new city? Yee haw! Any drama attached to the gigs? Yup.  The good: I  booked a spot in an A room, the Houston Improv and a few smaller spots. The bad: A smaller gig conflicted with Saturday night plans to check out Austin. Or in my brother’s lingo, “we are going to miss out on ‘prime time weekend action!”  Really? You’re married with two kids, your days of prime time parties and action are over!
In comedy you have to make sacrifices and this time my brother made the sacrifice and I did the gig. We wound up checking out Austin, but to my brother’s chagrin on a Sunday. He complained we didn’t see the college kids, but we found a really cool bar with live music, a food truck and alcohol so it was a win-win (minus the hot co-eds.)

Urban Room

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The World’s Smallest Violin

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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.