Bombs Away

First off, an apology to my loyal blog readers for the delay between posts.  I won't deny that laziness and procrastination played a huge part in this.  But I also don't like posting unless I can include videos that have been subtitled. I hate that I can't watch videos online due to lack of subtitling and I refuse to be a hypocrite by posting my own videos unless they've been captioned.  A huge thank you again to my boyfriend Stuart who puts in so many hours to adding subtitles to my gigs. xxxx

Since my last post I have had a few gigs, but the one I'd like to talk about first is my humiliating performance at Yuk Yuk's in Hamilton on May 4th.  In a nutshell - I bombed. In all my performances (including my first) I have never felt as badly as I did after this show. The club in Hamilton is pretty small (or at least in comparison to other Yuk Yuk's clubs I have been to) and on the 4th, it was also empty. About 10 amateur comics performed and very few of them brought people. The emcee asked everyone in the club to come to the front 2 tables. I suppose he did this in an attempt to make the comics more comfortable, but it made the club look even more empty. As soon as I got up on the stage and looked into the audience, I felt ridiculous. I felt like I was in my living room forcing my family to watch me perform.  About a minute in, a couple of people came in the door, which was the final shove that threw me off.  Suddenly I couldn't remember my jokes as I had written them and as I struggled to get through the rest of my set I began feeling that the jokes weren't that good. I messed up words and dropped punch lines of jokes I have done before.  I really like some new material I have about Oxycotin but I completely blew it and left out crucial set ups to the overall punch line which I never even got to.  You'll notice that at the end, I basically just start telling pieces of jokes and stringing them together. There are lines from a few different jokes there from my list and by the end I just have a nervous breakdown and kind of Tourette my closing.  P.S. The word "Tourette's" can be an adjective.

It wasn't horrible, but I am disappointed that I let myself become distracted by a small crowd. It shouldn't matter how many people are listening.  Not only am I trying to be a little philosophical here, but I also can't hear them. It should upset me of all comics least of all.

I think the atmosphere got to everybody. The other comics all had bad sets as well and it was painful to watch at times. I don't mind bad comedy. What made me angry was the total lack of respect the audience seemed to have for how pretty I am.

Here is my set. Learn from this.