Some things you only need to experience once. Yesterday I performed at ‘Upstairs at the Ritzy’ which is the serves as name of the location and the bar. This was a pure open mic where all types of artist are allowed to play in the pool together. It is basically an open party invite from someone who has too many friends. Or more likely the facebook invite got hijack and a bunch of people are now having sex in your parents room. They however are all waiting their turn.
One thing became abundantly clear from the night, you need a good MC. I had definitely been spoilt. Comedians and all performers in general need the crowd sufficiently moist. If anybody was in any doubts for need for foreplay this was the night to convince them otherwise. The crowd metaphorical nipple hadn’t been flicked. There was no whale orca sounds in the background to set the mood. I should have known I was in trouble when I was brought onto stage without being introduced as a comedian. It truly was one of my worst performances; there was no energy to feed off. I don’t want to blame the crowd and MC entirely. I probably didn’t give my best account of my ability, I don’t know why I wrote probably I didn’t give the best account of myself. The night eventually got better as more acts came on and the crowd doubled in size. By then it didn’t matter for me as I had already been sacrificed to the Gods for a good harvest. Now this doesn’t mean comedians haven’t succeeded where I failed and that another comedian on the night couldn’t have done amazing. It just happened that this wasn’t the night for me. On a different note I found nothing puts a performance into perceptive like bad spoken word.