Bringer, Bringer, Bringer
Lately, I have been getting tons of jobs to work as MC for bringer (amateur) shows. How it works is an amateur comic brings five of their friends as audience members and then gets seven minutes of stage time. I must be honest, not a lot of diamonds in the rough.
Biggest mistake is the Godawful introductions these comics give themselves. "This guy is the master of masturbation." Yeah, that’s a great way of turning off the crowd before you hit the stage. And plenty of the next guys are teachers, bankers, and even a funeral director from Conneticut. Who the fuck cares what you do for a day job.
The shows last three hours, which seems like an eternity and it really becomes work. What annoys me the most is the bringer who actually believes he is a big star or in the comedy business. What he doesn't understand is the word BRINGER is a bad word in the comedy world, and no one takes you seriously.
But this bastard kept complaining about when he was going up. Then started bragging about how he was moving to LA to further his comedy career. Umm, buddy, it’s much harder to get stage time in LA and you are still a freaking bringer. The clubs care more about you're friends then your comedy. Sad but true. And, low and behold this guy really stunk. Big Surprise.
Ok, enough complaining. I do enjoy MCing and I do enjoy when young comics pick my brain and ask me questions. I give them honest answers. Unfortunately, I use way too many cliches.
If they bomb, "Tomorrow is a new day and the sun comes out." Awww, I think I'm Tony Robbins.
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