You’ve seen #StandUpShots. What you HAVEN’T seen are #StandUpShotsWithFleetFoxesLyricsInsteadOfJokes!

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I performed my dumb jokes at the first ever Stand Up NY Comedy Festival. Didn’t make it past the first round, but I did make it to their Snapchat, which is BETTER THAN NOTHING.

Yes, I am wearing a Child’s Large Adidas jacket.

 

I’ve been doing stand-up ~5 years and my only onstage picture in recorded history is of me in shorts at an open mic.

good comedy vibes

GondelMan of the Year

Looks, it’s me telling jokes to strangers.

Thank you, Robin.

Robin Williams loved comedy. Cherished comedy. I read in an interview (in ¡SATIRISTAS! ?) that he considered himself first and foremost a stand-up comic. He was renowned, respected, and adored for his acting. But what did he think he was? A comic. I’ve heard stories from dozens of comedy people saying how much he loved being a comic, and how much he loved being around other comics.

When I started doing stand-up, I wanted to love it more than anything else in the world. Not just because I wanted to tell jokes on a stage – I wanted to be a comic. I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to love being part of a community, a kinship, a “club” of funny people. And few people could exemplify that love as much as Robin Williams. It’s so awful he’s not around anymore to keep doing it. But I’m eternally thankful he did it for me.

I am invincible, and so can you.

As a person who performs stand-up comedy*, I’m always self-conscious about my stage presence. I figure that I just need to get up on stage as often as possible. But apparently, you can just train stage fright and embarrassment out of you. You know– provided you’re an unbelievably talent performer first. Fuckin’ Colbert… being amazing…

*I’m not calling myself a stand-up comedian without feeling like the biggest asshole.