The Unwitting Attack.
Today I had a
German couple walk out towards the beginning of the show, with the guy telling me he liked me
as a person, but didn’t find me funny; proof that to be a comedian you need a
cast-iron mental constitution.
It was actually a
wonderful moment as it brought everyone else onside. It was
hilarious in its preciseness, thus fitting perfectly to the German
stereotype. I walked into it when I spotted them whispering
to each other and asked what was wrong. What made it so funny was he seemed to think by saying he liked me he'd spared my feelings while he'd actually accidentally aimed right for the jugular; whether he found me
comedic or not, I'm content in the knowledge I still have his money;
what people choose to do after purchasing their ticket is entirely up to them
(within reason).
There aren’t many
jobs on the planet where people feel more inclined to give you unwarranted
feedback than being a performer, however successful you may
be; I’ve had people who watched me play Buddy Holly tell me they enjoyed what I did but
couldn’t see my face as it was obscured by the microphone, so maybe I should
consider moving further away from it...and family friends tell me my band would
be better if we were more like Shed Seven, so I’ve definitely got form; I’d
just sooner not be told these things eyeball-to-eyeball mid-show when given the
choice.