Day 279: The Stand-up Drug

Thinking in terms of achievement and legitimacy, instead of creativity and growth, earns any “artist” a one-way ticket on the bitter bus to Hacktown. Lately, I’ve wanted to be booked on shows for approval and acceptance, rather than the opportunity to perform. I’ve taken it as a sign to perhaps accept stand-up’s persistent pleas to change its role in my life to “hobby.”

If I strain-out the ambition, I’ll be more able to enjoy the juice, right? A mind focused only on the quality of its product can create things without the nagging influence of their marketability. Unfortunately, the reality is, I can write as much as I want, but without performing, the material sits lifeless on my hard-drive. People can consume some small parts of it on my blog, but it doesn’t become fully me until I recite it into the blank, confused faces of tourists in Times Square, or the floating wool hipster hats of dimly lit “alternative” comedy rooms.

Stand-up only comes with the pulp; a sludgy residue of duplicitous bookers and under-appreciative audiences. It’s bad enough at times that I think maybe, just maybe, I can kick this awful stand-up drug once and for all. Like most things that are ultimately bad for our health and sanity, the moment you think you’re done with them, they redeem themselves.

My phone rang and it was an old friend who runs a comedy variety show. I almost didn’t answer because, for one, I felt he should have texted, but also, I knew he wanted to offer me a gig; I would say yes, and then the night would come and I wouldn’t want to do it. I wouldn’t want to leave my wife alone with the kids so I could drive 45 minutes to disappoint myself by attempting, once again, to get a crowd to like me while being generally unlikeable.

He told me the show was at Joe’s Pub which is a great place for comedy. I harnessed any burgeoning excitement – it was probably still gonna suck. I arrived at the venue and was met by my friend who couldn’t have been more friendly and professional. He paid me up front, asked when I wanted to go on, and showed me to the dressing room where I was offered the beverages of my choice. All of this is intensely rare in comedy for me. I’m usually sitting in a corner trying to generate enough confidence to pester an already annoyed waitress for a half-price Diet Coke and the whereabouts of the person who has my payment for the evening.

The audience looked to be a nice mixture of age and hipness levels. In the back, I spotted Paul Giamatti. Is there a cooler mascot for a crowd than him? I felt a little nervous, which at this point is a good sign for me. Usually, I’m sighing on my way up to the stage muttering “Why do I do this?” under my breath.  This time, I really wanted to do well. I didn’t feel the need to impress people, or simply gas-up my tank of self esteem, I just wanted to have some fun. And I did. And so did they. We all had a good time, and I had forgotten that’s what it’s all about.

So my belief is restored a bit; my addiction reinvigorated. Not completely, but enough to stop thinking about quitting all the time. I’m dubious that  this small dose of faith will endure the onslaught of impending contradictions, but I’m also willing to just let it be for a while.

Create work you’re proud of, and capitalize on opportunities as they come. That’s all we can do. The rest is all pulp.

I'm a contributing writer to Parents Magazine, GQ, Psychology Today and some others. My book, "This is Ridiculous. This is Amazing: Parenthood in 71 Lists" is available here Look for two more books in 2015: "Must. Push. Buttons (Bloomsbury Kids), and an as-of-yet untitled memoir I’ve appeared on Comedy Central’s “Live at Gotham” and “Nick Mom’s Night Out." I live in New Jersey with my wife and two sons and enjoy making them laugh more than anyone else.

20 comments On Day 279: The Stand-up Drug

  • Please dont stop what you do, i would LOVE to see your live show if you ever make it to the deep south!!!

  • I've only been reading your blog for a few months, I adore it, I don't have kids so I can't relate to some of the stuff you write but I'd be more than happy to drag myself to the Improv after work buy a ticket and the 4 item minimum to watch you do stand up for 30 mins. I think you have a gift and the fact that you have no ego about your talent makes me like you even more…YOU ROCK!!!

  • What's funny is that can apply to so many professions. I've felt that way in real estate for a long, long time. When it finally got to the point where nothing was redeeming anymore, I went back to college to do something different and there I still am. You will know when it's no longer right for you. In the meantime, come to Houston!! I'd love to see you live!! Your sense of humor is rare and genuine. Do it until you don't love it anymore.

  • You are an artist and a comedian to the core, and I would love to see a live show one day. :) :) Glad the most recent one went well because it would be a shame not to have your humor grace my days :)

  • Hey Jason,

    Great job. I really enjoyed your article. Im amazed at how similar our feelings/relationship with comedy is. I think most of us feel the same way. I posted a saying once (i forget where I heard it, but it so applies to us) it goes… "Just cause you love something, don't mean its gotta love you back". And Thats the thing with what we do. We LOVE it, but its rarely nice to us. Then every once in awhile you get a really good day. Three or four phone calls regarding your availability, a weekend full of shows in a great venue, a great crowd when least expected. Those days, be them far and few in between are what makes it worth it, I guess.

    I wish we bumped into each other more often, like we did a few years ago, so we could complain to each other, lol… Most of the time Im suffering in silence because its just to much to explain to a civilian. Anyhoot keep up the good fight your a great comic and I look forward to working with you again my friend…

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