Comedians–respect

I was listening to yet another podcast of “interview with comedian.” In this case, it was the WTF podcast with Amy Poehler.

I’ve been attracted to this type of long-form interview, particularly with performers and I figured out why. It’s admiration and respect for what they do. They contribute. They add more to the world. They are insecure about it, but they do it anyway. I really like that.

At first I wondered why I liked the podcasts so much. I asked the question in an earlier blog. Could it be that I wanted to be a comedian? Could it be that I felt like I missed out on something, like that could be me? Did I have some weird fetish with comedians?

I like listening to other artists too. I enjoy reading biographies on occasion. But comedians really spell it out. Their medium is words. They try to make you understand. Other artists are not as articulate or word-based so that leaves you guessing. Not comedians. Even more than actors, they tell you about themselves in these interviews. An actor seems to be acting all the time. Or, what makes them good actors is they don’t have much awareness about themselves. Not all, of course, because some are very articulate and smart.

But comedians and comic actors are constantly putting themselves out there for criticism. Stand-ups are literally alone in a room full of people. They must figure it out if there is any hope of getting up again.

I respect that simply as a problem solver. I love being entertained too but I find it even more fascinating and long-lived (in my consciousness) to deconstruct that process of figure it out.

(It’s what I’m doing by writing this at all. Whoa. Wheels within wheels…)

I do wish that I could be more like that and I’m hoping to find a couple things from listening to such podcasts. On some level, I appreciate the validation that there are other people out there who have tackled this issue. They have looked within themselves and found the courage to do something difficult. Surgeons do it too. I appreciate that and if there is a surgeon on the podcast, I bet I’d enjoy that. And, no matter whether you like their comedy or not (no one loves it all), they are adding more to the world. Often it is looking at a situation through a slightly different vector. That’s more than yesterday.

I admire that they confront failure face-to-face too. Not ever joke lands. Not every sketch works. But they move on. Maybe wiser but definitely having tried.

It’s not that I feel unfulfilled and will die wondering. I don’t actually wonder. I know that if I wanted to go to an open mic night I could. I don’t want to do that. What I want to do is find ways in my own life, little ways, to push the envelope of failure. I want to cleverly find another vector to look at my own life, for example. And, I want to be a contributor, not just a user. I don’t need the spotlight for any of that.

Summer evening walk

I took a walk by myself tonight. It was about 8:00. The sun was setting. By the time I arrived back my house, it was dark. Not perfectly dark but headlights were needed.
It was 77F. Perfect.
I had no music in my ears, no podcasts. Other folks were out walking. Kids were being gathered up at the playground and shooed home by parents who were contemplating how to avoid a long drawn-out bedtime.
I realized that I didn’t grow up here. I knew that of course but there is little to remind me of that fact day to day. But this evening everything entered my senses like it was new. It didn’t spark any recollections of my childhood until I forced myself to think of it.
Back east, we had idyllic nights too. More humid with a kind of hum in the air that is absent from the Northwest. Night here is a gentle void that sweeps over you. Back home it was more like an opening of restaurant for dinner. Prep is done and the stations are stocked. Everyone is ready and the customers start to come in.
You notice the mosquitos. Once you spray on the repellant then you notice the frogs. Eventually the fireflies lit-up the night, at the margins of the grass, where the swamp meets the field or the woods, by the shores of the river or any small pond. It’s a kind of nervous energy in contrast.
This is what is deep in my consciousness. It is is not replaceable. Even now, as I walk through my new reality, my reality for the past 20 years, I find it slightly foreign. Dusk arrives as it must, everyday. And today,it was beautiful in its way. I could have walked and walked and walked.
Here I was, thoroughly present in this experience. I wasn’t pining for anything. I wasn’t wistful.
There was briefly a faint sub-sonic echo. I wondered what is going through everyone’s mind. My mind was whispering, “did you hear that?” but to whom? Turned out to be nothing out of the ordinary. I am still soaking it in.

Why so many podcast interviews with comics?

Listened to Paul Reiser talk to Marc Maron on the WTF podcast. As I think about changing jobs, I realize that what I want to do is unique. I can’t really follow anyone else’s path. That sucks because it is scary. But it is also a bit of information. It’s good to eliminate possibilities too. Though I hear the echo of one of my favorite professors saying that “eliminating what something can’t be can take a very long time to arrive at what it is.”
At some point, to make the change that I think I want, I will have to take something of a risk. But that’s part of my path too.
Work really sucked yesterday and the thought of changing jobs is very appealing. But, the thought of changing to something similar isn’t appealing enough to me. At least not after cooling off a bit.
All the Nerdist, WTF, and other podcasts that I listen to provide a kind of hope that I too can make a change to have my path meet better with my expectations.
I know what I like. I know what I think I might like but not with as much certainty. I also know that there are things out there that are not for me.