Hey Punks! Isn't it weird how we tend to think the universe balances itself out? That when bad things happen we assume they'll get better just out of fairness. Equally, when things go very well I immediately begin to worry about when and how they'll go horribly wrong. Which is to say, MICF is going very well, thankyou, and I'm very relaxed and happy and it's making me feel strange. I've been full every night, with maybe one empty chair and most nights fully sold out. I've got some very lovely reviews, I finally got Wil Anderson on my podcast and I haven't had to hustle or flyer to fill my room at all. I like the show AND I think it can improve so I have good interesting work to do on it and I feel like I'm doing the job I love and doing it well. Which is weird. I mean. On one hand, it's not worth being a pessimist. Life will eventually f#ck you, and worrying about it beforehand will do little but acclimatise you to a feeling of depression. That's less of an inoculation against despair than you'd think. So I should just be happy and take the hit when it comes, whatever it is. I mean, I have Sydney Comedy Festival coming up, and will be in a bigger room than I've ever filled. Then I go to New Zealand Comedy Festival where I have no audience and have never yet performed but somehow have to raise enough interest to get strangers along to my show. Then London where I have no connections and need to figure out how to make money before Edinburgh where there's a month of damp slog competing against 3000 shows and the average audience size is 2.... Look, I'm just going to enjoy Melbourne being an easy and wonderful ride, alright? Chiz! A
Dean
2016-04-04 22:14:13 +0000 UTC