Just Venting
Tonight I was at Westport. I went up first as usual. Once again I had to go up in front of a cold crowd. I should be used to it by now, but it'd be nice to have a few comics go up before me. Hey it's stagetime and I'm grateful for it. My set was hit and miss. The audience for the most part didn't buy what I was doing. I don't want to be one of those comics who if they have a bad set, blames the audience. I figure you either do your job or you don't. Tonight I didn't get it done plain and simple.
Anytime I have a bad set, I start to whine and soul search, ask myself, should I be doing this, etc? I'll talk about quitting to Elsa and she just slaps me in the back of the head. I've quit in the past, after my father died. But two years ago with Elsa's encouragment, I got back into it. I promised her I would never quit again. She believes in me, God only knows why, but that may be just the strength I need to get through the rough times.
Anytime I have a bad set, I start to whine and soul search, ask myself, should I be doing this, etc? I'll talk about quitting to Elsa and she just slaps me in the back of the head. I've quit in the past, after my father died. But two years ago with Elsa's encouragment, I got back into it. I promised her I would never quit again. She believes in me, God only knows why, but that may be just the strength I need to get through the rough times.
