Any comedy practice should be done in a setting like this, right?
No real audience. No big judgment. No consequences.
Just a forum in which to find your feet…
I mean, I love getting all this writing practice in on a blog that nobody reads. 🤣
The first published piece I ever wrote was in front of tens of thousands – and that was honestly a little terrifying.
It’s much harder to learn your craft in front of a large audience if you ask me.
Understand: Everyone starts badly.
The theater was run by Woody Wilson, a dead ringer for W. C. Fields, and a boozer, too, and the likable George Stuart, who, on Saturday night, would entertain the crowd with a monologue that had them roaring: “You’re from Tucson? I spent a week there one night!” Four paying customers, in a house that seated two hundred, was officially an audience, so we often did shows to resonating silence. Woody Wilson, on one of these dead afternoons, peed so loudly in the echoing bathroom that it broke up us actors and got laughs from our conservative family audience.
-Steve Martin, Born Standing Up (Amazon)
