Hey my record label made a cool lil soundcloud clip of my High School/Who’s On First bit if yer into that kinda thing
Attention all mountain folk Fandy Fandfords: I’m doin a buncha shows out yonder and calling it a “Minitour” because it sounds like Minotaur, and because most of the shows are in Denver, where all the pot is. This is mostly an excuse for me to get andrewjmichael to make a sweet poster.
How I Got That
***The folks over at Connected Comedy asked me to write a guest article about my recent appearance on CONAN. It’s definitely for comedians, but who knows, ya may find it interesting***
I recently got to live out a longtime dream of telling my dumb jokes on CONAN.
Any comedian who has achieved some sort of goal or milestone in comedy (big or small) has had another comedian ask them, “How’d you get that?”
The question itself can have a rude connotation. It can be taken as, “How’d YOU get that and not me?” It could also imply that you “got” it, as opposed to having earned it. That being said, I prefer to assume the best intentions behind “How’d you get that?” because I am very aware that comedy is a pursuit which can leave you aimlessly flummoxed, and there is no real guide book (sorry, Judy Carter).
So when Connected Comedy asked if I’d be interested in writing a guest article about the experience, I figured I’d write what I’d want to read about if I was reading this instead of writing it. So I’ll do my best to appease the me that would be reading this.
Conan May 7th
Attention all Fandy Fandfords: I will be tellin jokes on CONAN Thursday May 7th. Please tune in! Here is some amazing artwork by mostlypenises in honor of this news.
Goin Hoard
I’ve been doin comedy in NYC for almost 4 years, and I still think about/am thankful for the ATL comedy scene I started in. One of the best parts about Atlanta is there is very little industry presence. It can serve as a perfect training facility for stand up that is kinda hidden away from the bullshit. The scene started to really explode about a year and a half after I started. Everything seemed to click with the comics coming up or relocating from smaller cities, and the venues that facilitated quality stagetime. I remember a palpable sense of progression and pushing yourself. I was consistently blown away by my friends and their new shit, and I knew I better not go up with some ol bullshit when my peers were bringin heat. There was definitely an unspoken obligation to bring it and not be a comedy wuss. Complaining about when you were going up or who you had to follow was unthinkable. Having a meltdown over a bad set was out of the question. This is the way I think it should be.
