I decided to start a blog diary about my debut Melbourne Fringe show. It’s for my personal use, but you can read it too.
I’m going to use it cathartically, as a thing to help me decompress when I’m feeling squished. I’m going to use it as a reminder about why I wanted to do this show in the first place. And I’m going to use it as a warning (or welcome) sign for future generations of noobs, to stop (or start) them making the same foolish mistakes that I made.
So here we are at the start. An unfunny post about comedy.
There was a time when dark thoughts followed dark events and led me to feel like I should not be funny, and that I should never have tried.
I was planning for some solo guitar gigs and I signed up for improv classes, wanting to improve my stage banter.
I don’t want to say improv saved my life, but it changed my course. I started writing again, and I was surprised. I liked it. It was effortless, and satisfying. And I started performing, without the stress and anxiety I felt performing music.
I realised that if you feel good trying to make people laugh, you were probably born annoying and you should just roll with it.
Ah, so that’s why I’m doing this show!