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Monday, 5 August 2013

Edinburgh Festival 3rd August 2013


3rd August 2013  Pleasance Court Yard 

4th show in the run

Length 55 minutes.

Before Gig
A number of problems before the gig. 
I am egged outside the Pleasance. Eggs were thrown near the main entrance of the Pleasance just before my show. There is a crowd of people standing around. Myself and a flyer, who is coincidentally (or not?) flyering my show take a direct hit. It remains unclear whether I am the intended target of the egging. It is possible it is a random protest and I happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time or it may be anti-Stephen Carlin forces. There is insufficient evidence at this stage to determine the motive.  My white shirt, which I wear on stage without a jacket, is covered in egg stains. I debate whether to address the stains when I get on stage. 
The stage microphone in my venue has a tinny sound tonight that doesn’t seem to be able to be resolved. Vital minutes are lost trying to fix the problem. The problem is only partially resolved.
I didn’t have time for a vital toilet break before the show and thus I urinate into a plastic cup backstage (I later dispose of this cup. I am not an animal) I am neither proud of this action nor am I am ashamed. I feel like Attlee commissioning the UK’s first atom bomb after WW2. It just had to be done. The location of toilets at the Pleasance is not optimum and microphone issue took priority. 

The audience are quiet even as they come into the venue. They are so quiet I don’t hear them coming in from behind the curtain. An omnious sign. I debate whether to discuss the eggs stains. In the one hand the audience should be aware that I am aware of them. On the other, it fits the character and the theme to be slightly down at heel and shabby.  The stains are drying and fading to an extent. 

During Gig
I do not mention the egg stains. The audience seems tepid even at the hello stage. As the intro section “we all gamble” the sound quality is very bad on the mic. About two thirds of the way through this routine I feel I have to address the mic issue. I joke about it sounded deliberately echo to recreate an auditorium environment - gets little. I joke about the Pleasance being the best venue and immune to such cock ups- nothing. The audience are going to be hard. If they don’t enjoy a good old British cock up then what? 
I go back i ‘Gamble Gamble’, yes now I am getting traction. ‘Lottery’ stuff yes. ‘Scrathcards’, no  back to little. I try the extended new version of ‘We are all lucky’ it goes less well than usual. It is difficult to tell whether it is due to the changes or because they are a hard audience. There is noticeable silence at the end. I let it hang. I am determined to loose the timing because of their reticence. ‘Professional Gambler’ -”The Wife had four jobs” gets a massive laugh - biggest of the gig - the other follow up stuff as discussed earlier today doesn’t really work. Maybe it needs more positive points to intersperced his weaknesses? ‘Bookies’ needs decent end but start good. ‘Bad addiction” works well but the “thats the opposite of what women are looking for in a man” doesn’t land (didnt yesterday either). 
‘Possessed by Demons’ works well and I tried some of the new stuff about how sometimes celebrities should shut up about their problems and this has traction even with a low energy audience. I now wish i had pushed this further. 
‘Mirapex’ routine worked very well. It is becoming a stalward of the set.
I deliberately choose to reset after this this routine. “Vicious circle of debt/just a number” works well but something else happens too. The audience really buy into me here as if they finally understand the seriousness of the problem and my attitude to gambling, the self delusion of it all. AS I end it. I deliberately pause and there is a pause and they gasp. I feel that I need to go dirty here. I think they are disappointed when I appear to pull back and go into “Understanding Addiction” this routine feels particularly rambling and flabby and it really shows tonight with a tougher audience. It is the single longest routine and one that should be edited down and punched up
‘Dentist’ good and “Hairdresser’ works well again. 
Dad Embarrassment -damp squib tonight. It needs more jokes before the pay off at the end- which is strong. 
Scrapyard works well at start but needs better ending. 
‘Adults are weak’ works well and into ‘Kid with sweets’ which underwhelms tonight and is usually a banker. 
‘Feel the fear and do it anyway’ new ending not quite working yet. I don’t think tonight is optimum night to try out new stuff. 
Tipping point doesn’t work tonight. 
Probability works well. This is a strong routine and is proving to be reliable. 
Nate Silver needs stronger out. I think I need to rant more, but perhaps I need to rant earlier in show to set this up. 
Ending isn’t yet strong enough to end on although the new direction is essentially right. Denying that Edinburgh is gambling works well. So it is a case of building on this. 

After Gig
A tough crowd tonight. I kept trying to get them up the hill but they never quite made it. There were moments when they came on board but never for long again. I had to keep trying to win them over like when somebody goes out with you not because they really like you but because they are waiting until somebody better comes along. 

I do not mention the egg stains. I think on the whole this was correct. I think anything that would further confuse the audience was a bad idea. 

No momentum in gig. I had to remember everything tonight. No rounds of applause breaks or rolling laughter to buy me thinking time. 

I should have swapped the off stage mic with the stage one during the show. It would never have been a brilliant gig but I think the bad sound detracted things further. 

 I am sometimes a bit stooped and i need to remember to stand up even in such a low ceiling venue. 

Sunday, 21 July 2013

The Alternative Comedy Experience


TV Recording 8 July 2013

Before Gig

Tonight I am taking part in a television recording of The Alternative Comedy Experience. I appeared in the first series of that show and we are now recording the second series. Everybody keeps assuring me “Just do what you do. Don’t mind us with our cameras and lights.” Just do what you do. Do what you do? What do I do exactly? I’ve never thought about it before, I’ve just done it. Now that people are telling me to “just do it” I keep thinking about what it might be? What is it, that I do? I don’t really want to ask people, they’ll think I’m flaky or mad or something. I don’t think TV producers appreciate being asked “What do I do?” by bemused performers, seconds before they go on stage.
 
Tonight the show is being recorded at the Edinburgh Stand comedy club, a stage I have played many times before. It is filmed as a regular gig and then chopped up and edited into a TV programme. The beauty of TV is that mistakes are edited out. If I fluff a line I can just say it again. In theory there is less pressure on me than a regular live gig - where I am not afforded the luxury of second takes. So why then am I feeling more nervous that usual? In fact, why am I feeling more nervous than the last time, when I recorded Series One? Series One that was back in 2012, a different time. Back when I had the wind of youthful arrogance in my sails. During the first series I hadn’t known what to expect so I had done what most comedians do and shrugged my shoulders and said “We’ll see what happens” Last time Stewart Lee had assured me that “nobody will probably watch it anyway” Whether this was a ploy to get me to relax or a heartfelt prediction I will never know? But either way it worked. I hadn’t been too stressed about it all. This time is different. This time feels proper. This time the show has a pedigree. This time there is a benchmark of the first series. This time I know what I am doing. Knowing what you are doing is fatal, because if you know what your doing, then you know when your not doing it
 
Tonight is unusually hot. We are enjoying some kind of heat wave. The Edinburgh Stand Comedy is located in a basement bar. It doesn’t, of course, have air conditioning. Why would it? It is Scotland after all. In the sweltering July heat add TV lights and TV cameras and then throw a ban on anyone opening the back door, lest the outdoor sunlight flood in and ruin the subtle studio lighting. I am worried about dehydration: both the audiences and mine. Unfortunately there is not much I can do about the audience. They’re going to have to drink for themselves. But I can at least prevent myself from suffering heat stroke.  I chug down bottle after bottle of free mineral water. Eventually the bottles of water run out and runners miraculously appear to offer to get me yet more free mineral water.  Free mineral water, generously afforded by limitless TV budgets. This is the life, free bottles of water, cascading down in an endless rush of decadence. I am on free water, nothing can stop me now. Unfortunately, the TV budgets haven’t stretched to installing extra toilets backstage and now there is a queue for the toilets as I realize I may be over hydrated.
A sound guy comes to attach a clip on Microphone to my lapel. Can I still go to the toilet now? Won’t the sound of me peeing get recorded and added to the DVD extras? Will the Director mock my pissing technique, safely ensconced in his director’s gallery?
 

During Gig

Tonight I perform an unusual set comprising of some very new material, some old routines brought back for one night only and bits of last years Edinburgh Show. I have attempted to give it a through line but it is really just a ragbag of unconnected routines (so the same as every other stand up set then). I discuss sugar and dentists, I discuss rioting. I discuss disgraced MP Eric Joyce. I discuss paranoia. Then I move onto a routine about the drug Mirapex. I am working with this routine live a lot at the moment and it is currently in a fairly mutable form. It doesn’t stick to a predetermined set of words. “Just do what you do” right? So I do what I do, and I don’t stick to an exact form of words.  Tonight I mention someone who is bipolar as an example (other nights it may be dyslexia or some other condition) but I come unstuck when I realize I don’t know what the noun for Bipolar is. Mental block! Is it Bipolarity or Bipolarism? I go for Bipolarity. Bipolarity sounds right in my head but the way it comes out of my mouth sounds wrong. Maybe it isn’t bipolarity, maybe it is bipolarism. I say bipolarism. That sounds worse. I stop. This is TV. They can edit that out. I go for bipolarity again it turns to mush in my mouth. I ask the audience what is it bipolarity or bipolarism? They don’t seem to know. It would have been good to have sorted this out before going on stage. It has now become a thing, this bipolarity. It has punched a whole in my set. I am now convinced that it is bipolarity. We go for it again (spot the “we” now. If I am going to fuck up I am more than happy to share the blame with the audience). The audience laugh as I launch into the set up - of course they do, I have had about five attempts at this. But they don’t laugh at the punchline, as the joke is no longer about the original concept it is now about a man who cannot say a joke without screwing it up.

I do other routines that go as planned with all the right words in the right order so nothing interesting to see there. But the bipolarity displays a level of sham-bollockness  that I don’t think I would ever have committed at a regular gig. The possibility of editing in postproduction, led me to make a bigger car crash of it than I otherwise would have. It is impossible to just do what you do when there are TV cameras there. They affect your thinking.
 

After Gig

Hopefully, the bipolar section will be cut out completely. But will it though? Such is Stewart Lee’s contrary view of comedy; he may well choose to keep it in through sheer perversity. Or it could be edited to make it look like I got it right and thus TV is vindicated as a medium.