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Comedy can be good, is subjective

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I watch what I consider smart comedy. It sounds pretentious, and that’s because it is, but I like my comedy to be original and make me think. That being said, I had a strange experience after seeing a taping of Comedy Central’s The Half Hour. At these tapings, they have each comic perform for roughly 30 minutes and for most of them they have two comics per show. I thoroughly enjoyed both of the comics I saw at this particular taping, though their styles weren’t all that similar. One of them was a story-teller with a short list of bits but each bit went on for several minutes. Whereas the other comic had shorter, punchier jokes but had many more bits to go through.

After the show I saw a friend of mine and we asked each other what we thought of the show. To my surprise she said that she liked the first guy but didn’t really care for the second because she likes smart comedy.

First of all, I’m so glad to hear somebody say that. Too many people say things like, “I just wanna laugh!” That reasoning wouldn’t even work in other genres, “I just wanna cry,” for a drama? No one would see the movie where the first and only thing happens is that a couple breaks up then immediately get’s back together, there have to be highs and lows and reasons to cheer for the characters to be happy. That’s just like a good joke, either build something up so I want to laugh or hit me with something so true that my whole life has led up to me laughing about it.

Secondly, the second guy did have smart jokes! At least I thought so, they seemed so clever. Comedy is art so I’ll let it slide. I like the idea of people wanting smart comedy more than having to agree absolutely with my opinion on what smart means. Though, I have my limits.

Crowdsourcing my value as a person

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Comedy contests are literally my least favorite part of trying to make my way as a comedian. Literally my least favorite part? Yes. Literally. I have mostly been in contests for stand-up (a lot of those exist) but have also done it for sketch and improv.

The idea of one of these contests is that a series of performers (2 to infinity) will get up in front of a set of judges (real judges or, worse, the audience) and those judges will decide whether the performer is worthy of “winning.” In the case of using a set of people (who are presumably experts in some form) as judges, the contest can be relatively fair. Relatively. Comedy is an art form and probably shouldn’t be judged in this way but at least there is some level of control.

Of course, having defined judges can backfire too. I was in a contest that had the audience fill out a ballot where everyone rated each comic on a scale of 1-5. I prefer this over the other two common ways for the audience to judge: first-past-the-post and Applause-O-Meter™ (which just makes me think of Patton Oswalt in the Starsky and Hutch movie). I prefer this method because it actually allows someone to garner some support from rival audience members without those audience members feeling like they really did harm to their friend(s). However, to keep it “fair” in this particular contest, there was a secret judge who could have been anyone who worked their including wait staff, bartenders, ticket sales, or whatever that had a vote worth 10 times a normal ballot. Alright, even though that disregards anyone who brought less than 10 audience members (read: everyone). As I sat in the back of the room and played a game called “Whose Tires Do I Need To Slash?” where I figure out who the secret judge is, it became clear just who that was. It was the bus boy. The bus boy who was on duty clearing tables and whatnot, also known as not paying attention, while he “judged.” (I put two and two together when I saw the bus boy talking to the one comedian he stopped to watch and who eventually won.) Why not just spin a wheel on stage to decide the winner, then at least people can cheer on their favorite slice of the pie chart?

Contests with real judges are much less common than the other kind of contest, ones decided by the audience. These are the most dreadful kind and I have pinpointed the exact reason that these shows are never very good. Most comedy shows, people go to the show because they want to see comedy (sometimes there are crowds who come to shows and for some reason don’t really want to laugh, it’s odd but it happens). Contests, however, bring a different kind of audience than normal comedy shows. The audience is usually partially or sometimes entirely dragged along by the contestant(s) specifically so they can stack the audience. On the surface, this might look like the point of these contests and that’s because it is. Bookers want paying people in seats, it’s sort of their job. But when you drag people along to a comedy show that they don’t really want to be at, even if they want to be supportive, they just aren’t going to laugh and everyone feels awkward about it. The performer(s) feel awkward because no one is laughing and the audience feels weird because they are sitting down like it’s a lecture hall. A lot of the time, audience members will keep from laughing during their friends’ competition, thinking that this will help. In reality it just makes the show worse.

In a contest I was in a while back, the winner was determined by applause. At the end of the show, all the comics would get on stage and the host would go through each person to gauge audience reaction. This is where audience stacking comes in. A guy who spent the first minute of his set telling “jokes” to no response from even his friends (of which there were many) and then the next 3.5 minutes waiting for the light, telling him he had 30 seconds left, to go off. All-the-while, discussing how awkward it was to be on stage and how nervous he was (without being the least bit funny).

Apologists will say things like “It’s just part of the scene” and “Well, then don’t do contests.” Alright, fine, it is part of the scene and I’m not obligated to perform in them but why can’t the little guy stand up to the inequalities of the world? These contests don’t need people to stand up for them. They’re doing just fine but let’s at least question the status quo.

All that being said, not all contests are terrible. I support the Boston Comedy Festival (and check out a few of those shows every year). I also like participating in the Comedy on Tap contest at The Burren in Somerville. Just be wary of them.

My debut into live sketch comedy (or my return to doing skits)

That’s me on the right, being a pretty lady.

Every summer from age 16-19, I worked at a Boy Scout summer camp in the Handicrafts Lodge. During the day I would teach art, basketry, leatherworking, woodworking and woodcarving merit badges. There were other daily duties besides teaching merit badges like leading the camp in grace before meals, singing songs after meals, cleaning the shower house, and nightly rounds. These duties were given to people like a chore chart someone might have set up for their kids. I never was much of a singer but I would routinely trade away my responsibilities of going on nightly rounds or cleaning the shower house to lead the camp in a song on a day when someone less outgoing than me was assigned song leading duties. I liked getting up in front of people and having a good time much more than dealing with mopping up showers.

The real fun though, was the twice a week, camp-wide, campfire. On Sunday nights, it was the first bit of fun most campers were allowed to have after a day of swim tests, medical checks, planning out the week, and ceremonies. The campfire was held in an area that fit a couple hundred people and at the bottom of the amphitheater-like setup was a fire pit with wood piled several feet high engulfed in flame. In front of this fire, counselors would lead the camp in songs and cheers, as well as act in a lot of tried and true skits. Friday nights had much of the same, though campers were encouraged to submit their own ideas and participate in front of their parents. I was so into this part of the job, that for most of my time working there, I was in charge of running them. Master of Campfire Ceremonies was a little title I gave to myself. I would take the lead role in as many of the skits as I could (without being too obnoxious…I hope). These performances would be the last time I’d do something resembling a live sketch performance for 8 years.

A couple of weeks ago, on October 6th, I had my first real, live sketch performance at ImprovBoston as a part of Dictators Time Machine. It was in the Sketch Cagematch, a squaring-off of two sketch groups to see which is funnier/has more friends,*  vs. Baby Giraffes. We lost, which I expected, but it’s been a long time since I’ve let stuff like that bother me. I had a lot of fun and it felt oddly familiar considering my 8 year hiatus. We also did a pretty good job of executing all of our sketches. We were given some notes afterwards on how we could improve our performance and they were all valid (mostly to cheat out towards the audience more). Personally, I was impressed that we all seemed to know our lines or at least do a good job at faking it. I’ll be doing more of this in the future and we are even submitting the sketches we performed during Sketch Cagematch to SketchHaus, ImprovBoston’s non-competitive sketch show. We’ll see what happens…

* I’m realizing I haven’t put my opinion on contests out there yet, that’ll be an upcoming post for sure.

Addressing strangers can be even more awkward than I originally thought

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I’m going to try to cover a lot of ground with this post. I’m going to try to drop some truth and acknowledge how I am ignorant to certain ideas. I was recently at an open mic that was running pretty late into the night. Two gentlemen walked into the bar where the open mic was and the two men were surprised to find out there was any comedy going on (a common occurrence). They really just wanted a drink but came in anyways. They weren’t really paying attention to the comedians and were just having a conversation among themselves. This might sound rude but open mics are not the place to complain about actual patrons of the bar providing business to that bar. Also, to their credit, they were talking at a pretty low volume considering that they had just had a couple of shots of Jager.

Not long after the two men had arrived, the host of the open mic addressed them. There was some banter back and forth but it was all very benign. Then, near the end of the banter, the host referred to one of the two men as sir. Sir to me—and I think most people—is just a way of addressing a man in a proper fashion. The guy called sir, however, was displeased. The man said, “I’m a working guy, don’t call me sir.” Okay, weird. Two things came to mind: 1) He is so proud that he does some kind of labor, my go to guess for this is construction, that he doesn’t like to be called sir; and 2) He was criticizing the comic for being a comedian for a living and not having a real job. A quick reality check, no one is making a living by hosting open mic comedy. ~96% of any of the people performing comedy that night have probably made between $0-20 in the past year of performing.

Those are the two things I thought he might have meant. At this point the host has finished talking to the two men but I was sitting close enough to them to hear what they had to say to themselves afterwards. The man who wasn’t being called sir turns to his buddy and says, “It’s a military thing, he [the host] wouldn’t get it.” And the man called sir replied and said “Yeah, he wouldn’t understand.” This has me upset now. I get very defensive when people say things like, “You just wouldn’t/couldn’t understand.” I mean, they didn’t tell me specifically that I wouldn’t understand but I was in as much place as the host to understand, so I felt like I was being vicariously told I wouldn’t get it. I do understand that people refer to their superiors as “sir” in the military but is that really just a military thing? I think it transcends any one particular group of people. It all began with people being knighted, which I suppose is a form of military but certainly not bound to just people part of the US Military (knighting being the most obvious example of it occurring in other countries).

Whenever I talk about the military, people automatically assume I’m making fun of veterans. I have a joke in my stand-up where I mention the idea of veterans and in no way mock them but I found that I have to include a type of disclaimer at the beginning of the joke where I essentially state, this is not a joke about veterans, it’s a joke that includes veterans in it. That being said, this post is not mocking these two men who came into the bar, it is not mocking people who have served in the military, it is simply questioning this idea that someone who isn’t and never was a part of the military can refer to someone as sir. I also want to get it out there that when people tell me I wouldn’t understand, that it get’s me pretty worked up and if a person can’t see why then they don’t understand.

A Rejection Letter, Revisited

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A year and a half ago, I emailed a booker asking if I could perform in his club (along with a video of my stand-up) . That booker sent me back an email explaining why I was denied the chance to perform at that particular comedy club. I wrote about it right after it happened and recently read over that post again. I figured with a year and a half more experience (that’s 300% more than I had at the time), it would be fun to see how naïve I was. It’s easy to say that I didn’t have enough experience to “get it” or that it was just me complaining about not getting a spot that led to the original blog post. That’s certainly part of the story. I’ve done stand-up long enough now though, that rejection and criticism doesn’t bother me as much anymore. I’d call myself jaded but I don’t think I’m quite there yet. I’m still in the phase where I take everything as constructive (even if it really isn’t).

I could talk about the idea that I’ve learned a lesson but instead, let me be insolent! The club mentioned (though not named and also not Mottley’s)  in the original post has closed down. Closed because, I assume, a lack of interest. So I win. The thing is though, it doesn’t really matter. The point of this post is not to discuss the success or failure of a particular venue. Clubs can come and go, it’s the ideals that are the real problem.

I’ve naturally become a cleaner comic since that time after I realized I didn’t like performing dirty material. I’ve discovered that certain audiences won’t laugh unless the jokes are dirty. I don’t like those audiences. It’s not even that I can’t do well in front of them but I feel like I’m cheating if I just start adding swears into my material. (A personal problem with me is also that when I swear, I find that I’m taken too seriously.)

Just because I’m cleaner doesn’t change my opinion on being dirty. I have certain axioms when it comes to performing that aren’t really rules I think people need to follow but are good guidance when I need to reorient myself. The applicable one here is, “just be funny.” Sure, ideally a stand-up routine should be original, truthful, interesting and at least a little informative but at the end of the day it needs to be funny. Dirty or not.

Standing up isn’t easy

Stand-up comedy isn’t an easy thing to get into. I mean, not if someone wants to make anything out of it. If someone wants to be a stand-up comedian, they spend years practicing and getting on stage as much as possible. I typically go to open mics  1-3 times a week and I still don’t think I do it often enough.

Last night, I was at the open mic in the Middle East Corner. It runs every Tuesday at 10pm and is hosted by Rob Crean and John Paul Rivera. I’ve recently started coming back to it after a several month hiatus (I think the Tuesdays at 10pm thing was getting to me). Anyways, every open mic has its own reasons for being kind of brutal in one way or another and I mean that in the most endearing way I can. The Middle East open mic’s twist is that there is some 18+ techno-dance-rave-thingy that happens at the same time, in the same building (Middle East Downstairs). This leads to a lot of loud and drunk people running all around.

All open mics have this second quality to them: everyone performing is either new to stand-up or is working on new material. This leads to a lot of awkwardness, unfunniness, unintentional funniness, and silence. Oh, and real funniness too, but that’s not what this post is about. This post is about a guy who has no idea how hard writing material and getting on stage at an open mic is, especially when people are just starting out.

Before the open mic started, I heard this guy talking to his friends about the show. (The perfect tell that someone is new to stand-up is that they invite a bunch of friends to an open mic. There’s nothing wrong with that, it just says that the person is probably new to the game. Personally, I would never subject a friend to coming to an open mic with me unless they asked if they could come along.)  He had obviously been there before to see the show and must not have enjoyed it because he was not being very flattering of the comedians. He put on that faux retarded voice that idiots use when they’re trying to make other people sound stupid and started saying things to mock the comedians like, “I asked for no cheese on my hamburger and the waitress brought it over and there was cheese on it.” I wish he had written the punchline to that joke, I bet it would have been a doozy. It was not until I overheard this conversation, and he signed up, that I realized he had intended to perform that night. Now he had me interested. I was thinking, this guy better be great or he’s going to look like a real chump to his friends. It wasn’t until about halfway through his set, though, that I realized I needed to write about this guy.

The guy’s angle was that he was crass. He had jokes about sex, condoms, mentally challenged people, physically handicapped people, and of course gay people. Seriously, he made fun of gay people at a bar in Cambridge, Massachusetts. I’m not sure that was the strangest thing about his set either. The strangest thing is that he sprinkled in completely innocent, pun-based jokes. One about going to the aquarium and ordering a peanut butter and jellyfish sandwich. The other I wrote down was about being denied a  springroll at a restaurant because it was before March 21st (spring equinox). All of this went to little applause from the crowd and mostly received groans. There was one guy, presumably his friend, who was trying his best to laugh loudly and proudly but it just came out fake and sarcastic.

It may seem like I’m picking on this guy, and I am a little, but I hold no contempt for him. I just hope he, and the rest of the world, realizes that it isn’t easy to get on stage and get laughs, especially when it’s for the first time. Give people a break when they are trying their hardest at something.

Two Years of Stand-up Comedy

Two Hour Mic Check at Beatnik’s in Worcester, MA (Photo by Laura Miner, September 2011)

Today is my second anniversary of performing stand-up. I don’t care much for (mostly) meaningless dates but I’ve thought about it recently and realized that the first two years have been pretty distinct from each other. In the first year, I performed for the first time in August and waited until October to get on stage again (that second show was my worst time on stage to date). I then proceeded to perform at open mics very sporadically and, rightfully so, received only a few booked shows. As the first year went on, I did start practicing at open mics a lot more but it wasn’t until my second year that I really started getting any bookings.

Shortly after my one year anniversary, Rick Jenkins kindly booked me at The Comedy Studio for the first time and I had a handful of dates there last fall, then again this past winter, and next Sunday I start another string of dates there. A couple of months later, Will Noonan gave me my first shot at Nick’s Comedy Stop. I began taking improv classes at ImprovBoston (IB) in October of last year and as luck would have it, I had Dana Jay Bein as my instructor, a man I had never met but found out he was in charge of IB’s stand-up program. As a result of meeting him and having previously met Maria Ciampa, I started getting somewhat regular performances at ImprovBoston. After being introduced to Awkward Compliment by Ryan Darmondy last fall, I’ve also had several shows with them that have been some of the most fantastic ones of my short career.

Really, what I’m witnessing is the fact that just getting out there more is helping my craft immensely. I still don’t feel like I get to as many open mics as I wish I could and I would obviously liked to be booked more often but I think that should start happening as I embark on year three, determined as ever to make this work.

Comedian’s Blessing

Everyone has been in this situation: A discussion or argument has been over for hours, maybe days, and all of a sudden the perfect counterpoint or comeback comes to mind, but it’s too late for it. The person on the other end of the argument has long forgotten it even happened (especially if it was at a bar). Now this thought just sits around for no one to hear.

Ah, but this is one of the great benefits to being a stand-up comedian. With a short preamble, “I was talking to my friend the other day and he believes [insert friend's dumb belief] [insert witty retort].” Perfect. Thinking of a joke too late and telling it anyways.

I think I only have one such joke, I probably need to start making more good points in arguments instead of just making up some weird lie that no one understands.

The Sunshine Open Mic Podcast

I’m on two podcasts in two weeks? That’s a new record, with the old record being one (unless you count the short-lived, Cookies and Cakes, which I don’t). The other day I recorded The Sunshine Open Mic Podcast with fellow blogger and stand-up comedian, Tommy Sunshine [Twitter].

We had a good talk about what makes my stand-up the way it is, how I feel like things are going, and some other random thoughts thrown in too. So check out my episode and let me know what you think. Enjoy!

A Piece of the Process

My blog posts are usually, reasonably, planned out. The least planning I do is whenever I just post a photo and make fun of it for a few sentences, but even then I have to go find a photo that is worth talking about. Longer posts where I just write and write, tend to fester in my brain for weeks. Why do I do this to myself? I think of myself as an improv comedian from time-to-time, so why not just free write more often? The truth is, that can be nerve-racking too. I often write more neurotically and less coherently when I don’t have things planned out. At least with improv comedy, part of the fun is the mistakes. When writing, as I guess I feel with stand-up comedy, having a plan and saying just the right words at the right times (also known as “perfection”) is my goal. Yet I’ve had moment on stage where I wanted the joke to go one way and something goes wrong, but people laugh anyways. Maybe it’s more laughing at me than with me, but maybe that shouldn’t matter. I still think it’s the idea that the audience is laughing at, and not just my goof.

There are so many blogs out there, I feel like everyone has one and it’s probably some insecurity related to that which causes me to try and write to perfection. It’s a fool’s errand, really. I’m just not that good of a writer, never was in school either. So maybe that’s the key, just writing to be myself. I’d probably get a lot more stuff out there and even seem like more of a person. I know I’m funny-ish and I make people laugh. Maybe with any luck, people are at least smiling at how silly this particular post is.

My first real compliment as a writer came after I became an Eagle Scout. Once a person becomes an Eagle Scout, they have a court of honor to receive their medal and other such items in front of family and friends. I knew I had to write a speech to give near the end of the ceremony. I suppose I was probably a little nervous since I’d never been a good writer, but I managed to come up with one (probably the night before). I’m sure it was just some stream-of-conscious thoughts, thanking people and talking about my Eagle Scout project, all the fun times I had as a scout and as a summer camp counselor. I did get a few laughs from the audience, mostly stuff that I didn’t think was really all that funny but I thought people might enjoy hearing. Afterwards, my scout master came up to me and said, with a smile from ear-to-ear, “That was the funniest speech I’d ever heard.” Was he being generous and maybe a little hyperbolic? Sure. But my speech was good enough to at least merit that response. It’s one thing that has stuck with me all these years later and has to be at least partly to blame for a perfectly respectable Eagle Scout to aspire to become a comedian.

Thanks for sticking through that whole thing, it’s my first blog post without any proofreading before posting, a little free writing, if you will.

4th Annual Women in Comedy Festival

The schedule for the 4th Annual Women in Comedy Festival (WICF), held in Boston, has been posted online. From the WICF website:

The Women in Comedy Festival celebrates Boston comedy and the women who create it, support it, and perform it. Bringing together women and men from all walks of comedy: improv, sketch, film, stand up, storytelling and humor writing, the festival gives Boston comedy audiences a chance to see both local and nationally known comedians.

The WICF is a great idea. Women tend to get the short end of the stick when it comes to the comedy world and this is a great place to showcase talent that proves otherwise. Some of my favorite stand-up comedians are women, including one of my very favorites, past festival performer, Maria Bamford.

I’ve never been to the festival in its previous 3 years of existence but I will make as many events as I can this year. I never really knew about it before but I’ve since befriended co-producer Maria Ciampa and am fully aware of its presence in the Boston comedy scene after taking classes at ImprovBoston where posters for it hang year-round.

How I’ve Influenced the World

It’s been said a person would need to be a narcissist to be a stand-up comic. It’s probably true, I’m certainly not a counter example to this. I have an act, a blog, a Twitter, and Facebook and Google+ pages in addition to my profiles. I push all this stuff ad nauseam and probably annoy my Facebook friends to no end.  That being said, it’s probably no surprise that I use a website called Klout to measure how “influential” I am on the internet. I’m not entirely sure what the point of the website is in the long run (though they did send me a free bottle of, still unused, AXE hair gel) or how it works, but one feature I do find amusing to check out from time to time is the influential topics. It lead to a joke in my act about how Klout considered me influential in the field of Bernie Mac (long story).

I went to check in on Klout again this morning and saw I have a new set of topics that I’m considered influential in:

I found this all pretty funny. I managed to be influential on “Comedy,” but just like in reality, that influence is “low.” Then there is “Money,” which I think is just based on a tweet I made about Google paying me for plugging Google+ so much (still waiting for that check). I might occasionally talk about “Marketing,” I do find that fascinating at times (and do technically work at a marketing company, but I’m more of a web developer than marketer). “Horses” might be my favorite on the list because it seems so random. I do have an idea what Klout might be referring to though, a tweet I made way back in October that was surprisingly both clever and about football.

Now that you all know I need help, please be the enablers you were born to be and like, tweet, +1, or otherwise share any blog posts you think deserve it (hopefully all of them).

Hack Comedy

In stand-up comedy, I strive to be as original as I can be. I’m not sure if anyone would admit to being unoriginal. Even Nickelback probably thinks they’re original at what they do, but I’ll take Modest Mouse or Brand New over them any day. Same as I’d rather listen to David Cross or Patton Oswalt over any of the unoriginal comics I see quite regularly on television.

That being said, I’m still pretty new at performing stand-up and I see a lot of people who are also new and learning the ropes. This does not bother me. I’m not famous, they’re not famous, I will not get on my soap box about it. Usually.

The other day I was on a show and heard the most hack piece of material I’d ever heard. It was so bad that I wrote it down. It was so terrible that I wanted to remember it forever. It was so awful that I feel it necessary to share with the world and hope that others realize just how horrid it was and maybe inform some people about the difference between good comedy and bad comedy. Here it is:

Comic (to the crowd): Anybody else here married?
Audience member nods his head
Comic: How long are you in for?
Audience chuckles
Comic: Nice.

END JOKE.

Do you see that? At best, this a joke your dad tells at a cookout trying to break the ice with some random young couple. At worst it’s a joke someone actually spent time and wrote and planned to be part of a set of jokes that he thought were “good” and needed to share with the world.

ARGH! Sorry for that, friends, but I needed to indulge in my anger a bit.

Everything’s the Best

Back in June, I was at Mottley’s Comedy Club to see Josh Gondelman. The purpose of this show was to record his first album, Everything’s The Best! which comes out today through Rooftop Comedy. I can say, first hand, that this show was awesome. So awesome that I bought the album so I could listen to it again (and again and again for infinity). Pick up your copy too on iTunes or through Bandcamp!

NYC Trip: Days 4 – 7

If you regularly read this blog, you may be asking yourself “What happened during the rest of your time in NYC, Matt?” Well friends, I would have loved to have told you at the time, but I just got a little too busy (which is a good thing). Class on Wednesday was fine, I only had one session that day and didn’t see any shows that night. Instead I hung out with my friend Jeanine in Manhattan and had a few drinks.

Thursday, though, was more exciting for those who aren’t interested in my hanging out/alcohol/food habits. Thursday was back to two sessions of class a day (at the Upright Citizens Brigade Training Center) where we started practicing for our show on Saturday. We did monologues and scenes in 25 minute chunks and it was relieving to see how much better we had all become at improv in just a week.

That night I went to the UCB Theatre to catch a couple of shows. The first of which was THE COLBERT REPORT Writers: Seize The Mustard, an improv group consisting of writers (past and present) of the The Colbert Report. This was funny and I’m not sure I need to mention why. It was a little short but still a lot of fun.

The second show I caught was called Cage Match NYC and was awesome for many reasons. Let me say that first of all, a cage match is basically a type of match in professional wrestling where the opponents are placed in a cage and attempt to fight out of it. I was told that Cage Match (the show) was a competition between two improv groups where the audience votes on which improv group was better. What I wasn’t told is that the whole thing would be wrapped by other improvisers poking fun at professional wrestling. There were announcers who introduced the show and kept the crowd going in between the two groups and while the votes were being tallied. There were vignettes by a variety of characters that capitalized on the ridiculousness of professional wrestling and even a tag team match. I saw characters like Euro Trash, a tag team of European jackasses, and the team of the Priest and his Alter Boy. It was amazingly entertaining.

On Friday I had my last class of the course where we practiced again for the show. Afterwards I went to go see Diamond Lion, which was a musical improv show at the UCBeast Theatre. One of my teachers, Mike Still, who is moving to LA, was in this show and I wanted to check it out. It might have been the funniest thing I had seen all week and impressive too. Quality singing, good timing, and an accompanist on keyboard who has the task of following the songs as they unfold.

Finally, on Saturday was our show. The class of 14 was split into two groups and each group performed for about 25 minutes. I was glad I got to do a monologue and participate in several scenes. It was a lot of fun and I had a great group of people to do it with. I would recommend the improv class at UCB to anyone looking to get into improv comedy. I want to take the next level, but of course I live in Boston and this is in New York. Hopefully I’ll be able to find a week long course or perhaps a course over several weekends that I could sign up for. That aside, I have signed up to start taking classes at ImprovBoston in October, so the improv training will continue.