A couple of months ago, I got it in my mind that I wanted to put together a sketch comedy show. Yes you heard right, a sketch comedy show...to be performed live, on stage. SNL without cameras, celebrity hosts, or money.
Now that I think about it, I've had this idea in my mind since I was about ten. That's when my mom finally started letting me watch SNL. I had never seen anything like it. A live show, where mistakes were made, lines were flubbed, laughs were unable to be contained. It just looked like so much fun I knew I had to get in on it somehow.
Ten years later, sketch comedy is hell to me. Just trying to get the sketches written is like pulling teeth, the only one guaranteed to crank out more than one five minute piece at a time is me. I keep getting dicked around by people who say they want to help, that they have the same dream, that they've always wanted to do exactly this.
It's been really rough on me. I have a goal and I'm going to make it and no one is going to get in my way. But it seems like the ones that keep trying to get me off track are the people who should be trying to help me reach the finish line.
Everytime I think I can count on them, they fail me. And I'm not totally sure that they're not doing it on purpose. All of their excuses just seem so paper thin, so insincere, so pointless. I don't know who or what to believe anymore.
I don't know if I can do this much on my own.
A part of me thinks I'm losing my mind.
If this is comedy, I hope I never laugh again.
1 week ago