Spent the morning having an admin session, which is basically going through my double-bookings for the week and apologising to parents, all of whom are lovely. I assumed by now I'd lose students, but if anything I keep getting more...hence the problem.
Still, I should be grateful, I am aware of that.
Three private lessons in a row, first two felt great, the third one the kid was clearly exhausted.
Evening stand-up gig felt a bit strange. I haven't done 'proper' stand-up for a while, as much as I've been performing a comedy play somewhat intensively over the last month, which I'm really, really enjoying and getting a great buzz out of. This gig was a send-off for my old comedy pal, Joe, who heads off to the US (for good) later this month so all of the usual local comedians were out. Joe is wonderful, a close friend who I'll miss. The other comedians are mostly all mates, too. The thing that struck me is how much they gig, and how much I don't, and how much they hate the circuit and all the many miles travelled to do 10 minutes to 4 people, and I don't do it anymore. Yet, they still do, hoping for some sort of magical moment where an industry person spots them. They all work so much harder than me, and travel further than me, yet I still have better press than any of them.
My performance was haphazard but the audience seemed to welcome a man shouting and hitting a box at them as a slight detour from the many pun-based acts. Such a nice bunch, though, all the same, but it feels like I need to decide if I actually still want to be a comedian or not. Am I...growing out of this?
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