"It" happened. The thing that all comedians dread, and yet all comedians experience. I bombed in the seediest club in Hollywood.
All of my comedian compatriates said it was bound to happen. They say your first time, you kill (do well), then your 2nd time you almost always bomb (do poorly)... I was so afraid of bombing my 2nd time that I actually studied my own vcd of myself, rehearsed in front of the mirror, all that...
So my 3rd time's a bomb! I understand what happens. A comic gets their 1st success and gets pretty cocky... so cocky that they go on without rehearsal or even connecting with the audience. I rested on my laurels and couldn't get up...
What a place to bomb... blue neon lights... mirrors everywhere you look... it was like a strip club. Faizon Love of Elf and Friday was there to host the show... if I did well, I could have plugged my comedy show...
I've heard comedians say that you're not a true comedian unless you've bombed and got back up again. At least now I can say that I'm a comedian.
