Back two years ago: notebook

This morning, I found (in fact it was on a small table) the first notebook of my essays to learn comedy. 

From the comedy school's Standup workshop February to March, through Standup & Deliver by Logan Murray in May, till June 2011, containing not only what I wrote during my first standup comedy workshops, but also things from the first books read on the subject.

I got through three pages only yet, but already it is very interesting, to me. I will copy everything on the computer and at the same time think about not only what I wrote then but the distance traveled.

Two years ago, indeed, I went to the discovery of "comic" in me and with the intention of expanding my "comfort zone." I did expand it.

At the beginning of it, I cited dad who on his hospital bed, near death, told me: "take life less seriously, Julie."

Then, remembered (to give me courage or use) what my daughter answered me once, in the car driving me to the airport. I told him that "I worry how my face is full of traces of medical burnings" and she told me: "Do not worry, Mom. Nobody looks at you, really. All worried about how they all look. "

To this, I added two years ago in my notebook : "since I do almost looks in the mirror either. And when I do, I have a shock. Is it me? How is it possible someone so young at heart, mind, soul appear so?"

Then I added: "perhaps, they can see the five year old child through my eyes".

I have not used this since I awkwardly tried to explain it to my first workshop's at young men/boys, my colleagues in the Standup Workshop :  they let me "die" with this material. Staring at me as to a strange animal.

Yes, it's true, it was the first and last time I "died" at a comedy gig.

However, it is only necessary to find "how to" turn it is, I could reuse it then.

And this is only from the first page!

There is a treasure of material not yet used waiting in this notebook and I hope to use them and revise them, turn the material in a way that can result in laugh.

1 comment:

  1. I remember a story from the teacher on my own comedy course. He said to us something like, "sometimes you tell a joke in a room and it doesn't get a response and you think 'perhaps the joke isn't working and I should drop it completely', but then you tell the joke in another room and you get a totally different response and realise that it is a good joke after all". I think that sometimes a joke may need a slight change of emphasis somewhere - so, you first ever jokes may be good jokes, it might be that now, thought you experience as a comic, you can now make them work. (Plus, during the early days of a class, everyone is suspicious of everyone else - classmates represent a different audience to the norm).