Blog #4- The Beginning of Apathetic Comedy?

So at this point, I'm still writing, preparing for the Coffeehouse. I told so friends that "no one is safe." I was at a point as a theatre major where I didn't care about a lot of people I was around, so making fun of them with thinly veiled jokes was an outlet instead of you know...physically assaulting them...that wouldn't be nice.

I guess I would be categorized as an observational comic, because most of my jokes are inspired by what I see everyday. People tell me that I say things that they are afraid to say. I take that as a compliment because that means that I have an opportunity to represent a group of people when I'm on stage. So I guess I already have fans...weird.

Another reason that no one was safe from me "offending" them is that I knew who my audience was going to be: other theatre majors. That means a bunch of sensitive 18-26 year olds. They may laugh on the outside, but they're dying on the inside. I take joy in that...because they laughed, not because they're possibly dying on the inside. I don't care why you laugh, as long as you do. That determines my worth as a comedian, I guess. You can cringe, groan, hiss, boo...just react. Silence is a comedian's worst enemy.

I do try to make the audience feel comfortable with laughing. My experience with theatre tells me that the audience may laugh if they feel uncomfortable. I always like to stress that it's okay to laugh at my jokes, depsite the slight abrasiveness and harshness. That brings me to part one of my Coffeehouse stand-up...Indifferent Graffitti. Enjoy.