stand-up comedy

My special day

Today will forever be known as world Curiosity day because today, for the first time ever, Random Thought Beam was live at the Rush’R open mic, on Elgin, for a full 10 minutes, and no one booed. Under an intimate setting, I spoke to a group of 20 strangers about my day-to-day life, and they laughed, they actually laughed, and I loved it.

My funny is not your funny? That’s unpossible!

I personally believe that comedy has no boundaries. The moment you put restrictions on comedy, it ceases to be comedy. By putting restrictions on what a comedian can and cannot say, you are limiting the artist’s creativity. That’s why I don’t get people who get offended during stand-up comedy shows.

I went to watch a play, a comedy. It was about a boss and an employee who’s significant others were in “love” with each other. Every time the employee and the boss’s wife  almost got caught cheating, the audience erupted in laughter. Unfortunately for me, it didn’t seem like the most outstanding premise. So I did something “incredible”, something “unheard of” these days. I stood up, and quietly left the building. I did not complain to my friend. I did not take out my phone, and smash light onto other people’s faces. I did not heckle.

My logic was simple. I didn’t find it funny. So I had no reason to stay. It was a weekend, and I wanted to spend my weekend doing things that make me happy. Sensible things, like waiting in line at a bar or staring at the ceiling. I got an unexpected response from my girlfriend at the time, when I told her this story. “It’s kind of funny”, she said. That’s when it it clicked. Those people laughed at something that I didn’t find so funny. So this is what it feels like! Still does not give me any right to interrupt a show, and try to correct the comedian!

Laugh at my pain

“Laugh at my pain”, is a documentary about stand-up comedy. It stars Kevin Heart. In it, he narrates some of the horrible shit he had to go through as a child. He explains how some of those traumatic experiences served as a catalyst to his humour. I think that is amazing. I am so curious to know more about the weird connection between pain and laughter. But it also frightens me. 

Recently, I watched an interview with one of my favourite comedians, Bobby Lee. In it, he admits to not having any “real” friends and that he suffers form depression. I used to think that comedians had like, “infinite” number of friends. But as time passes, the more I realize that most of my favourite comedians suffer from depression, anxiety and all that shit. Why are some of the best comedians in the world suffering from depression? Robin Williams and Jim Carrey are prime examples. Anyway, it hurts me to know that  my childhood heroes, people who made me laugh, people who were there for me during my darkest of times, suffer greatly from the same things that I suffer from.