“We didn’t get to see the first night of performances, but the second night belonged to Bleak!, a sketch group from SVA in Manhattan that I am honored to say I directed when they put up a show at UCB. They committed the fuck out of everything, and just generally owned. An awesome show was also had by Recess, from GWU, who form this weird East Coast college-sketch syndicate with the kids in Bleak!, because I think a bunch of them grew up together, so they all know each other and are generally a turbulent mob of awesome. Cheers to the East Coast Bleak/Recess Co-Prosperity Sphere! You guys sure do like hip-hop.”—DC Pierson, on his blog, talking about the National College Comedy Festival (via travishelwig) (via paulbriganti)
After seeing Derrick Comedy perform a fantabulous show this weekend I’ve been really thinking a lot about the importance of experience. I’d really like to gain some experience points, pardon my videogame reference, with the things I am interested in. Experience doesn’t necessarily bring skill and quality, but it certainly brings knowledge and confidence. Watching those guys do improv is like watching a ballet; they are graceful and swift, yet meticulous and precise. Not that improv is my thing; I certainly like it a lot, but it is not my forte by far. It is just really amazing to see people who know their craft and do it well. Those guys have been doing what they do for 6-8 years and they are only in their mid-twenties.
At this point in my life there are only two things I feel like I have some experience in: I’ve been masturbating for 9 years a and I’ve been writing sketches for 3. A few months ago, I went to write a sketch and it was easy for the first time- not the bad kind of easy but the good kind of easy where you just have an overall understanding what you are doing. Not that my sketches were the best things on earth, more of the opposite, but I knew my voice and I knew what I wanted and where it should go so I didn’t struggle much in between. That is what experience brings: the ability to start and work your way to finish successfully.
I am turning a page in the book of Drew soon. I’ve written more this year so far that I did in all of 2008 and I am ready to move on to something new and its killing me. I’ve been trying to do stand up for a few years now, sporadically experimenting off and on at different open mics, and it’s a whole new game. I have this new philosophy on life where I make myself do things and I have decided to force myself to do stand up comedy more often. It’s actually been a dream of mine my whole life so it should be easy, but it is damn hard to start something unlike anything I’ve done before. I could use a little experience right now so I don’t fall flat on my face. I’d like to fast forward 2 years into the future to see how things will turn out because this is going to be a bumpy ride.
This past weekend was easily one of the most fun and most absurd weekends of my life.
Roadtrip with amazing people (to and from)
Seeing The Reckoning perform truly interesting improv comedy.
After party featuring appreances by Tim Meadows and David Miner (30 Rock, Human Giant)
Panel discussion with before mentioned people, plus The Reckoning and Derrick Comedy on the subject of comedy and entertainment
Performing a kick-ass set to a packed auditorium with my kick-ass group, Sons of Liberty
Seeing Bleak! Comedy and ReCess also kick so much ass.
Derrick Comedy’s set was beautiful improv.
Our Cab driver telling me that he’d kill me for 2000 dollars
A splendid house to stay at with super nice hosts.
Such a good weekend.
I agree with all of these things. I’d also like to add the tremendous amount of pride that I have for the comedy coming out of Stratford, CT this weekend. Bleak!, receSs, Whistling Shrimp, and SoL all have big Stratford influences, and they all brought it. It is a machine that will not be stopped, and I’m glad to have become a small part of it.
I will add an adendum to this:
it was kickass to hug david miner drunkenly
Copiously apologizing to Donald Glover for being creepy
Getting Crowd Surfed
Meeting a guy who was in Paul Blart: Mall Cop
Watching “Push” with Purple Crayon and MST’ing it.
Seeing my best friends, telling them I loved them
On top of this I would like to add:
Mark giving the most enthusiastic praise ever given in the world to everyone in our group.
Fitting a Tommy Wiseau quote into every single applicable situation.
Dancing to the point of pain, wether on top of a speaker or in front of the stage, in defiance of DJ D-bag himself.
Seeing Son’s of Liberty covered in enviable tattoos.
Shoving 26 people into Recess’s van, one of which has an Emmy.
Falling down the stairs and denying it for the 100th time in my life.
But I just spent the last twenty minutes making sure all three of my giant fucking windows were sealed shut. For some reason one slid open about 2 inches and it’s been freezing in here ever since. If I could I would live without windows. And black people.