Now, here I am, faced with the chance to be on camera; my audience submerged in pitch black. I see it is really the opportunity to illicit comedy. The subversive thrill of infiltration is the draw, though as I age, curiosity kills the cat. 9 times.
I’m not a comedian by definition. Part of me wants recognition, wants someone watching where ever the person is, not expecting to see me, to say, “What the hell? I used to work with him at Bennigans!” And by the time they recognize me, I’d be gone, poof, already off screen, leaving an even stronger air of mystery than my appearance had. Those startled viewers would have to rewind to confirm what they see, & when they do, they find my aging face egging on the camera, taunting the production … the entire film industry with eyes that say, “You suckers got a hole in your security perimeter so wide that any jerk off the street can be a star.”
It’s operatic therapy – I face an audience of 200, witty on my feet, I transport them to a netherworld with an ebullient skit. Fraternity dissipates as a maternal & paternal spirit coincide toco-exist. A whirl of winds from the corners of Earth. An airbender. A double helix.
“A haboob for example is defined as a light sandstorm. A haboob in the Arabic language literally translates to, ‘A friend.’ ‘He’s a friend, a haboob,’ to use it in a sentence.” But a Ha Boob! in syntax is a kid yelling at his friend the first time on a beach!”
Never Repeating a Joke is a method act. The only way to actually have it go on is when everyone comprehends that that’s what the reality is. I frequently spill the beans (“I’m a comedian who never repeated these here jokes…”) & the members of those audiences always arc an eyebrow. Well maybe I’m not a comic by definition but the 885 jokes I have told live on record {includes playback monitor and/or videographer} in public {which means on YouTube & more than one / just you} is what makes me the best comedian this side of the Mississippi & in the Western hemisphere!
