I’ve always loved the idea of the Open Mic. “Anyone can take the stage and try to be funny”. This can lead to the great discovery or the individual who loves to hear him/herself speak to the amazing sounds of silence.
Then there is the third type…the danger of the Open Mic night. The guy or gal at work who is sooo funny to those knuckle draggers around them that they are talked into going up at an Open Mic. This individual drags every friend they can find away from the home kegger and the open pit BBQ to come out and support them. So no matter what they say, the friends will find them HY-STER-ICAL!!(Say that with a southern accent for effect.) They will laugh at the friend only and maybe some other comics who perhaps share there particular nasty point of view.(“He said Penis. Hyuck Hyuck!”) The other comics, who may be more original end up doing their act for a sea of unimpressed faces. Or even worse, talkers.
There are no hard and fast rules to the Open Mic, they are what they are. You have to pay your dues in this business. You just have to hope that hard work pays off and that the third type of comic finds a new haunt. Perhaps they do their act at the Yearly Christmas party, they piss off the boss, get fired and end up going back to telling their particular brand of hate humor to those around him, around an open camp fire late at night in the middle of the woods and away from the open Mic stage…..
