Regarding Macca's snippet of phone conversation, that 'Hey Jude' was a typo and was meant to be 'Hey Dude', note the press surrounding a promo clip he made with Ringo for a handful of Stop & Smell the Roses tracks ('Private Property', 'Sure to Fall' and 'Attention' - of which, Macca wrote a couple and produced and played on all three). Titled The Cooler, it was a short film that saw Paul in cowboy clobber and fake moustache:
(What's that? Why, yes, they are straight out of one of the several Beatles scrap books I compiled as an adolescent during the '80s... well spotted, you!)
Like all Ringo albums, Stop and Smell the Roses featured an all-star cast including whichever other Beatles were available. Unfortunately, John Lennon had died, so he didn't appear. But because Paul and George did, in some countries, the opportunity was taken to market the album as an ersatz reunion. "Mit Paul McCartney und George Harrison," my German Bellaphon pressing proclaims - not on a removable sticker, but actually printed on the cover in writing not quite as big as the title. (The Threetles appearing as part of the Beatles: Anthology project was still a very long way off.)
To finish this post regarding Paul McCartney's accent, here's a clip of Macca singing 'Accentuate the Positive', from his last album Kisses on the Bottom (filmed as Live Kisses).
It was a collection of old songs (whose copyright, I assume, are all owned by MPL Communications - aka McCartney Productions Limited). His next album, due any minute, is a collection of new songs. Called New. (Which, if I'm to be honest, sounds old; not as old as Kisses on the Bottom, but '60s-feel-good-ballad old.)
Oh, but, look!
While dipping into stuff around the net to illustrate this post, I found... The Cooler! Enjoy. If you can...
The interview took place in the hotel room Noel and Julien Barrett - The Mighty Boosh - were sharing in Melbourne during the Comedy Festival. They were performing Autoboosh that year, and their walk-on music - which I recognised as soon as it began - was Frank Zappa's 'Help I'm A Rock' from the very first Mothers of Invention album Freak Out.
By the end of the interview, Noel presented me with the gorgeous hand-drawn portrait of Zappa that he'd executed, in pen, during our conversation.
Nearly a decade later, I got to interview Noel again, for an issue of FilmInk. Noel remembered our earlier interview:
What I didn't know, either time I interviewed Noel, was that the Mighty Boosh had once described their work as "comedy for people who grew up listening to Frank Zappa". In fact, as that interview went on to reveal, I also didn't recognise Zappa's youngest child, daughter Diva, in her cameo in the final episode of the Mighty Boosh.
"How did you not recognise her?" Noel demanded in disbelief. "She looks so much like her dad!"
The Mighty Boosh Band went on to appear in the Zappa Roundhouse Festival in 2010, celebrating what would have been Zappa's 70th birthday - albeit a couple of months early, give-or-take.
The latest Zappa/Boosh crossover is with the Zappa Family Trust release of a 12-inch single - on red vinyl - featuring the Mothers of Invention for Mothers Day. Well, the announcement of the release is in time for Mothers Day.
The record features 'Help I'm A Rock' and 'It Can't Happen Here' in their original stereo 1966 mixes on side 1. Side 2 features the original mono release and the original basic tracks of 'Who Are The Brain Police?'
The record also features gorgeous cover art by Noel Fielding. Yep. Noel Fielding painting a portrait of Zappa for 'Help I'm A Rock'. Who'dathunkit? I love it when my nerd worlds collide. You can pre-order it here.
âI understand comedy wasnât your first
calling,â I begin. It's an understated opening gambit.
âYes, thatâs true,â Mick Foley confirms, equally understated. âI
did something else for quite a while."
We're kind of hovering, shifting weight from one foot to the other, swaying from side to side slightly as we square off. Metaphorically, of course, because my interview 'opponent' Mick Foley, happens to be in another continent, talking to me over the phone.
Yes, the Mick Foley: the author, comedian, actor, voice actor and 'colour' commentator (the one that fills in the boring bits with comic relief and levity while also being an expert on the stats, facts and figures of each sporting contestant) who was in fact a champion wrestler first. That in itself is interesting when you first lay eyes on him, all hairy-beardy-weirdy lookin' like Jeff Lynne or the Lyndsay Buckingham of classic â70s-era Fleetwood Mac. But he's a wrestler. Turned comedian. About to tour Australia with local-comic-who-conquered-the-world Brendon Burns. And, Mick says, "it's still largely a wrestling-oriented comedy show that I do." But it still doesn't make the concept of a wrestler-turned-stand up comic any easier to unpack.
"I loved it!" Foley enthuses of his wrestling. "From the time I was a teenager it just felt like something I wanted to do."
Mick's sense of humour was apparent early on, too:
"You find out, when you're trying to appeal to an audience and trying to do it over a length of time, you have to have a multi-dimensional character. Especially as I got older and more beaten up, I realised it's actually easier to make people laugh than it is to make them wince. So I started incorporating a little humour into my matches."
I hope when Mick's on the comedy stage, it's still easier to make his audiences laugh than to make them wince.
"Oh, they wince every once in a while too, when something doesn't work," Mick says. "I try a lot of new things out, and not everything works. But there's only one way to find out what works and what doesn't and that is to try stuff out. And there is some wincing; there is some wincing occasionally when I'm on stage."
Spoken like a true comedian - one who isn't afraid to break new ground - at least for himself, if not always for his audience. And I guess that bravery comes a little easier if you've had to already front up on stage and win an audience over. While fighting. Mick concurs: wrestling's "another profession where you get judged on what you do, and reactions can be harsh. If you're not performing and giving people their money's worth in wrestling, they'll let you know pretty quickly, and they'll let you know the same comedy. I've had my feelings hurt in both wrestling and comedy. But you get a kind of 'thick skin' to it."
You do if you're gonna last in that industry. In either industry, I guess.
You're probably intrigued as to what would prompt a guy like Mick to make the cross-over, to do it all from a different stage where you're not expected to jump from the ropes onto someone quite as often, just to please a crowd. The transition is in fact quite logical: Mick was given the opportunity to speak at American universities in 2000, and he took it up as a new career, touring educational institutions. But for reasons unknown to him, those speaking engagements dried up in 2007. "I don't know why, but he requests stopped coming." So when a similar opportunity arose, in 2009, to get on stage and do proper stand-up," Mick says, "I jumped on it, man!"
"It felt a lot like doing the talks at the colleges, except that I actually had to be funny, not just 'interesting' or humorous'."
That was the challenge: it's easy to be interesting and humorous, funny's harder. More so to an audience actively seeking it. Go to see a sportsman or sportswoman you admire give a talk, they can be funny more easily because you're not expecting it. Under those circumstances, Mick says, "being funny was easier because it was just a 'bonus'. People didn't know what to expect. I'd be addressing the National Librarian's Conference, and out would come this wrestler who'd written a few books. But they're not expecting me to be funny, they're expecting me to be mean because that's their basic understanding of wrestling. And then when I'm kind of charming or humorous, it's all, 'Aah, I like him!' You're not being judged upon how much your making them laugh."
That's the rub: when you've crossed over to being labelled 'comedian', the audience comes expecting you to be funny, and being 'just a bit funny' or 'merely humorous' doesn't cut it. So on the stand-up stage, Mick has to "weed out the 'interesting' and stick to stuff that's funny!" But, he says, "I still don't like being judged on how much I make people laugh. It's more the quality of the laugh, and the way people feel when they leave." And for Mick, that makes it more like wrestling. "I don't judge matches by how much people boo or cheer, but how they feel when they leave and how much they enjoyed the match as a whole. And I intend to do that when I come and visit you guys over there."
I know that sounds like the perfect sign-off, giving you some indication of just how good a public speaker, presenter and performer Mick Foley is. But I'm not finished. He said he 'got an offer' to do stand-up, and I find that interesting. Who saw this former wrestler on the lecture circuit and realised he ought to be on the stand-up stage?
"It was just a guyâ¦" Mick casts his mind back, starting to laugh. "He was called 'Joe Schmoe'. I don't think that was his real last name. I never asked for I.D. But he asked me if I wanted to do the Improv in Hollywood. I said, 'yeah, sure'."
That initial foray was a tester really. Mick paid his own way to LA, and donated his gig income to charity. Small price to pay, given that it opened him up to his new incarnation as a comic. Mick agrees: "It seemed like a good reason to go to Los Angeles, I did have fun, and I decided to pursue it."
More interesting is the connection to Brendon Burns, with whom Mick's touring.
For the criminally uninformed, Brendon Burns is an Aussie comic who left Australia some years ago, somewhat under-appreciated (some would say rightfully so, but they may be wrong) heading to the UK where he made his name as a brilliant stand-up, coming away from Edinburgh Fringe with the top award just a couple of years ago. He returned to Australia triumphant. And was, to a degree, under-appreciated. (Some would still say 'rightfully so', but this time they are definitely wrong!)
When I ask Mick how they hooked up, he chuckles at a whole body of reminiscence that I'm sure we'll never be privy to. But the short version is, they have a mutual admiration thing going and after Brendon did some unannounced support slots that pleased Mick's fans no end, he then campaigned to get Mick to the Montreal Just for Laughs festival. Now they're touring together. And, truth be told, Brendon's not shy of a scrape, either. I'm sure he'll bang heads together with the best of 'em when necessary. But he's seen another side to Burns.
"Brendon was mad at me because I was trying out new material in Montreal," Mick says. "He was like, 'Mate, you don't try out new material in Montrealâ¦'. I said, 'why not?'"
The reason is because Montreal is where you do your most 'showbiz' show to hope world tours, film and television deals and other untold riches flow accordingly. It's for your very best, most polished, fail-safe stuff. Not for taking risks with untried material that may not fly, thus making you look less phenomenal than you actually are.
Brendon didn't take the time to explain this to Mick, instead demanding Adam Hills, also present, support him in the position.
"He said, 'Hillsy, tell him; tell him, don't try out new material!'"
Turns out Hillsy was all, "Why not? Why not just go for it?'"
"I can't believe Brendon Burns was the conservative guy in the group saying, 'Don't do this, don't do that, it's disrespectful'."
To put it in perspective, Mick explains that he will ensure he only drops one - maybe two at most - "f-bombs" in his show. "Brendon has that in his opening 'hello' to the audience!"
There is one last issue to explore, and I'll raise it as politely as possible.
Like comedy, a lot of work goes into making wrestling look improvised - as if it's being made up on the spot - when really there's a lot of choreography involved.
"It's a lot like comedy," Mick assures me. "There are a lot of styles involved. You will see someone on the stage who will look like his style is completely ad libbed, then you find out he's worked for months to make it look that natural. There are other guys with the one-liners who you can tell have been doing the same thing for a long time. In wrestling, it's the same way. You want it to look natural. How you get to that conclusion is up the the individual to do the best work he can."
Mick Foley wanted to try new stuff in Montreal. I reckon his wrestling is 'more real'. But, he says, it's behind him.
"I'm done. I had a good time exchanging words, but I can't exchange blows anymore."
Wrestling's loss is clearly comedy's gain as Mick himself assures us:
"You will, you will cry, you will kiss some hard-earned money goodbye!"
Mick Foley & Brendon Burns tour Australia with Good God Almighty! February 2013. Check out www.livenation.com.aufor tix and info.
Tig Notaro reclaims the hand bra on the 'cover' of her new 'album'.
Given the choice, I'd always prefer to own the CD or the record instead of the digital file. If you want to make the digital download a bonus for buying the CD or the vinyl, thank you, it'll save me ripping the CD or hooking my turntable up to my computer. But if I'm going to pay for the download, I'd rather pay a couple of dollars more for the CD - than just buy the digital file. Because the physical artifact comes with stuff: there's the artwork on the cover, the sleeve notes, perhaps an inner sleeve with more jokes.
Consider the delicious artwork and bonus inserts that meant that almost every Monty Python album was an extended satirical take on the record industry itself.
The Monty Python Matching Tie and Handkerchief
The artwork, for example, that made The Monty Python Matching Tie and Handkerchief appear three-dimensional, as if you'd just purchased a matching tie and handkerchief in the box. The actual black polyvinyl chloride disc housed within the 'box' was labelled as a 'Free Album' that came with said tie and handkerchief. And when you removed the inner sleeve from the cover, it turned out the matching tie and handkerchief were on the recently hanged corpse depicted thereon.
The Monty Python Matching Tie and Handkerchief inner sleeve.
The other really cool thing about Matching Tie and Handkerchiefwas that it was 'three-sided': side 2 of the record consisted of two concentric grooves, each with half the material from that album. What you heard when you played side two would depend on where the stylus fell on the record. Confusing, until you worked it out.
The Monty Python Matching Tie and Handkerchief free record label.
The Monty Python Instant Record Collection was a compilation album. So it was an 'instant record collection' because it gave you the best bits of the back catalogue in one go. But it was also an 'instant record collection' because the original cover had extra flaps you could fold and connect so that it resembled a stack of records, the spines of which contained music industry jokes.
Try doing that with digital downloads!
But, some people would argue, it's all about the comedy, not the packaging. Particularly with stand-up: who needs all the frills and overheads? Cut out all the guff, the middlemen, the nonsense, and just bring the funny. Particularly in the digital age.
Louis C.K. makes a fine case for the digital download. For starters, he charges a flat five bucks, via paypal. The download system is simple. In the ten days of his making Live at the Beacon Theatreavailable, he made a million bucks - about a million bucks more, it would appear, than he was ever paid royalties for previous releases through the usual outlets. Furthermore, he makes the download method straightforward.
Now he's gone and released Tig Notaro's latest set.
I say 'latest set', but it's not the neat, polished show a world-class comedian might deliver after several months of developing material, breaking it in, having exposed it to a broad range of audiences in different cities and/or countries. It's her 'latest set' as delivered by a world-clash comedian, raw and fresh, while big, important events have just happened and she's still dealing with them - still exploring without necessarily having finalised her conclusions. It's happening 'in-the-moment' - or as close to that as live comedy will ever be.
But I'll let Louis tell you in his own words, from the email sent to subscribers earlier today:
Greetings to the people and parts of people that are reading this.
Hi. This is Louis. I'm a comedian and you bought a thing from me.
Well, I'm writing to tell You that there is a new thing you can buy on
my website louisck.com. It's an audio standup set by not me but
another comedian named Tig Notaro. Why am I selling someone else's
comedy on my website?
Well, Tig is a friend of mine and she is very funny. I love her voice
on stage. One night I was performing at a club in LA called Largo. Tig was there. She was about to go on stage. I hadn't seen Tig in
about a year and I said how are you? She replied "well I found out
today that I have cancer in both breasts and that it has likely spread
to my lymph nodes. My doctor says it looks real bad." She wasn't
kidding. I said "uh. Jesus. Tig. Well. Do you... Have your
family... Helping?". She said "well my mom was with me but a few weeks
ago she fell down, hit her head and she died". She still wasn't
Now, I'm pretty stupid to begin with, and I sure didn't know what to say
now. I opened my mouth and this came out. "jeez, Tig. I. Really
value you. Highly." She said "I value you highly too, Louie." Then
she held up a wad of note-paper in her hand and said "I'm gonna talk
about all of it on stage now. It's probably going to be a mess". I
said "wow". And with that, she went on stage.
I stood in the wings behind a leg of curtain, about 8 feet from her, and
watched her tell a stunned audience "hi. I have cancer. Just found
out today. I'm going to die soon". What followed was one of the
greatest standup performances I ever saw. I can't really describe it
but I was crying and laughing and listening like never in my life. Here
was this small woman standing alone against death and simply reporting
where her mind had been and what had happened and employing her
gorgeously acute standup voice to her own death.
The show was an amazing example of what comedy can be. A way to visit
your worst fears and laugh at them. Tig took us to a scary place and
made us laugh there. Not by distracting us from the terror but by
looking right at it and just turning to us and saying "wow. Right?". She proved that everything is funny. And has to be. And she could
only do this by giving us her own death as an example. So generous.
After her set, I asked Mark Flanagan, the owner of Largo (great club, by
the way) if he recorded the set. Largo is set up for excellent
recordings. He said that he did.
A few days later, I wrote Tig and asked her if I could release this set
on my site. I wanted people to hear what I saw. What we all saw that
night. She agreed. The show is on sale for the same 5 dollars I charge
for my stuff. I'm only keeping 1. She gets the other 4. Tig has
decided to give some of that to cancer research.
Tig, by the way, has since undergone a double mastectomy. She is doing
well. Her doctors say her chances of survival are excellent. So she
went there and came back. Her report from the frontlines of life and
death are here for you to... Enjoy.
Please go to my site louisck.com and buy her show. You can buy it here:
The show is available as an MP3 or FLAC. I've bought it. (Both MP3 and FLAC - the latter is a non-lossy format and I'm a nerd; whatever!) It comes with a digital booklet - which isn't the same thing as having cover art to fetish, but it exists. And it's brilliant.
âI graduated on Thursday, so no more school
forever!â Nina informs me, which comes as a surprise. Not for the reason you might think.
First time I saw Nina Oyama
perform, she was in her school uniform, school bag in tow, evidently having come directly to the gig from school.
âActually,â she says, âIâd come via work. It was a choice between the work uniform and the school uniform.â The work was Maccas, and Nina had already gigged in the Maccas uniform; clever and dedicated from the beginning, she was keen to see whether the same material got a different response with a different uniformâ¦
Next thing I hear, Nina had dropped out
of school. And was hanging out with that Phuklubcrowd. Suddenly Iâm acting even older than I am, since an old man rant build.
Because â not that it was any of my business â to me, thatâs clearly a mistake.
Not just ditching school for a life of
comedy (cos thatâs likely to be extremely lucrative!), but ditching it for a life of comedy where, as a newbie,
youâre plunging headlong into the world of
alternative-and-not-necessarily-funny comedy. (Iâm not having a go; the Phuklub comedians are hilarious and what
theyâre doing is important â see my write-up.)
Iâm just saying: breaking all the rules in
comedy is all very well. Itâs certainly better than breaking all the rules in
school â more advantageous dropping out if thatâs the case â but as in all art,
in comedy, itâs better to have learnt the rules before you break them, because
then you know what youâre doing. Even if you donât quite know where youâre going, you can have the faith that youâll come back safely, and the audience are aware of that even if they donât realise it, so they go with you, and everybody has a fun adventure.
Consider, for example, the
discordant notes that Mike Garson plays in David Bowieâs âAladdin Saneâ: they work as
music despite being all over the place rhythmically, melodically and harmonically because there is form and technique to the mess. As opposed to someone just hitting
random notes heavy-handedly. Those years of learning scales and technique pay off.
Except, perhaps it isnât. Perhaps learning
stagecraft while being polite and predictable is less valuable than learning
how to fly blind, to jump and hope the net will appear.
But thereâs no need to deploy the old man
rant. Not just because Nina has been sensible enough to spend as much time in
more traditional comedy rooms as she has in experimental variety, honing her craft to a great degree for such a short time at it. Also because, as she puts it, she âwent back to school, tail between my legs, and completed Year 12
successfullyâ. Oh, sheâs still got to sit the Higher School Certificate examinations, rest
assured. Which means buckling down and studying almost immediately. But not before one spectacular âlast hurrahâ. Which is why weâre talking. Before she hits the books with a vengence, Ninaâs performing in a show she put together for the Sydney Fringe Festival, featuring a bunch of fellow kid comedians.
âI wanted to do a Fringe show but I didnât think I was able to do it by myself,â Nina reckons. Having made the Class
Clowns final this year, she figured, âman, there is just so much talent and
people who are young have so much cred,â so she put a show together around
some of her Class Clown peers.
Well, I say âpeersâ; at the ripe old age of 19,
Nina is the senior member of the group. Theyâre already being noticed by people who matter in the industry, but whatâs most important is that theyâre funny. Iâll let them speak for themselves through their own press bios.
(18) â With titles under his belt such as Winner of Class Clowns 2009 and a
performance at the Melbourne International Teen Gala 2011, Neel is definitely
one to watch. A master of impressions, reviewers have described his stand up as
warm, casual and current. Neelâs other passion is gangster rap, which he writes
and performs. Neel has never been to jail but considers his tight knit Indian
family a âgangâ.
(16) â Student, skater and self-confessed serial masturbator, Jordanâs stand up
encompasses what it truly means to be a teenager. Based in the Central Coast of
NSW, Jordanâs laid back storytelling style lead him to become one of the
youngest Class Clowns National Finalists in 2012.
Nina Oyama (19)
â When she was seven, Nina ate bugs as a dare and secretly liked it. Ten years
later, she tried stand up comedy as a dare and secretly liked that too. Finding
it easier to make people laugh, Nina gave up her dream of becoming a
professional bug eater. A Class Clowns State Finalist 2012, her act combines
both music and traditional stand up. Nina has entertained both locally and
interstate. She was recently selected to perform at The Sydney Comedy Store as
part of the Sydney Comedy Festival Showcase. She also writes for the Australian
comedy website BonVivant.com.au. (I'd link to this, but it defaults to the 'Gourmet Explorer' homepage - Dom)
Aaron Chen (17)
â Breathing heavily and pacing nervously across the stage, Aaron doesnât feel
comfortable until he knows what toothpaste the audience uses. At the precocious
young age of 16, Aaron became one of the youngest paid performers in Sydney.
Aaronâs killer punch lines and savage wit have earned him the accolades of
Class Clowns State Finalist 2011, Winner of Class Clowns 2012 and Quest for the
Best Finalist 2011. Most recently Aaron was given the opportunity to perform at
The Sydney Comedy Store in the Best in Live Comedy Winter Showcase.
Stewart (18) â Despite growing up in the notoriously rough outer suburbs,
Madeleine is one classy young lady, complete with a sharp dress sense and a
penchant for opera singing. Her clean-cut one-liners and political stylings
have had her talked about everywhere, most notably on Wil Andersonâs podcast, TOFOP.
Madeleine was a Class Clowns National Finalist in 2011 and State Finalist in
2012. She also only has one arm; her mother was forced to keep her because the
hospital had a âyou break it, you bought itâ policy.
Barely Legal is playing Thurs 27 to
Saturday 29 September from 18.30
to 19.30 at the Laugh Garage Comedy Club, Cnr of Park and Elizabeth Street Sydney 2000 (Ph 9264 1161).
Registration for Class Clowns 2013 opens October 5.
Photo credit: Eddie Izzard, courtesy of Getty Images/ Kevork Djansezian/
"Documentary," Sarah Townsend says, "is a very difficult form,
especially if it's not your natural bent. It's like trying to learn to
do math if you're a writer." And she should know. Townsend directed Believe: The Eddie Izzard Story, a fine doco - one that didn't so much begin life as a different documentary but almost ended up as one.
If you've seen Believe, you'll know Townsend from her
âcameo'; part of the reason she ended up making the film - and has
produced a number of Izzard's live performance DVDs - is because she's
known Eddie since he began his career, when they were in a relationship.
"Eddie's stuff was not political or cutting edge," she recalls. "Other
people were much more obvious frontrunners. As time went on that very
factor meant his comedy continued to be of interest." As demonstrated,
in fine detail, in Believe.
It begins with the comedy process. The point of departure is a
ridiculous UK tabloid beat-up of Eddie âconning' the public because his
tour, promoted as an âall new show' by one venue, consisted of material
the comic had already toured with in the US.
"It was bullshit, nothing to worry about," Townsend says, "but it got
to Eddie because he's the guy who'd roll over his material faster than
anybody. So the whole tour was about him trying to re-establish himself
in his own head as the person he thought he was."
Presented parallel to Izzard's triumphant presentation, from scratch,
of a totally new show, is his life story from infancy to worldwide
success. But combining the strands of story was difficult. Sarah knew,
dramatically, how it should be told but was stymied by editors insisting
it was impossible.
"I'd think, âI bow to your greater technical knowledge' and end up
with something that just wasn't going to work. So I'd be back to the
drawing board yet again!" Eventually, the perfect collaborator, an
"absolutely amazing editor" Angie Vargos appeared at the right time.
"They always say âit takes years to find your team' with film. I went
through something like eight editors before I found the right one for
They had their work cut out: despite amassing many hours of excellent
material, some of it was in tiny fragments. "So much technical work
went into making ten seconds here and there seem like a two-minute piece
of footage. It was like making a jigsaw with only two pieces." Through
it all, one essential piece of puzzle proved elusive.
According to Townsend, all documentary consists of manipulating
material in order to create a "greater truth" from bits that, "strictly
speaking, might not be true." But, sooner or later, you need to have the
subject of the documentary acknowledge that truth, either admit or
realise or "have the reality hit them in that moment." Without that
element, there's "no proper journey."
Surprisingly - because they're old mates, and also because he seems
so forthcoming in interviews - Eddie doesn't give much away. "On film,
you can really tell when someone's not getting to the root of anything,"
Sarah says. "We did interviews for four years before we got anything
that was genuinely truthful. There was no genuine revelation of the self
in it, and ultimately, that's what we really want."
It was at the point where they were ready to relegate Believe
to the âone-hour television special' that Eddie came through. "Suddenly
we got the interviews that were the most revealing and formed the
backbone at the end of the story."
The revelation? The truth Eddie reveals - as much to himself as to
filmmakers and the audience - is that his entire career is predicated on
his yearning for the approval and presence of his mother, who died when
he was very young.
"That was an amazing moment," Sarah says. "A complete shock. We never
thought we'd get there. We'd absolutely given up. And it was so real,
so extraordinary. I remember us sitting in the room staring at each
other afterwards not speaking, going âOh my god!' That's the bit that
made us able to turn it into a feature." Thus, Believe was equally a journey for Sarah.
"It was very interesting for me to discover, structurally, what we as
humans require from a film in order to connect with it and believe in
it and not feel that it's just something superficial."
Believe: The Eddie Izzard Story is available on DVD now (and showing on television in the UK some time).
âWill this end with me beind date raped?â Michael Hing responds to my initial offer of an interview
over a home-cooked meal. Instead, I make him the Mafia compromise: a meal he
canât refuse in a public place where neither of us has the clear advantage. Although
I have slightly more, since itâs a pizza place in the shopping strip where I
work. But as no firearm has, to our knowledge, been strapped behind the
cistern, and neither of us comes out of the john with just our dick in our hand, itâs
still clearly the right decision. (Iâll see your Gen Y ironic rape gag with a
Gen X pop cultural reference, Hingers!)
Although it seems like
heâs been around for a relatively short period of time, Michael Hingâs been
involved in various modes of comedy for ages; heâs done just about everything,
his disproportionate hunger for comedy seemingly outweighing any other need or
desire in life. If thereâs any
interesting new movement or trend happening in comedy, chances are Michael will
be somewhere close to the centre of it, since most if not all roads lead back
to Hing. Particulary at this yearâs Sydney Fringe Festival where Hingers seems
to be producing or appearing in some 20-odd shows, making it very much a Sydney
Stand-out elements of
Michaelâs comedy include his need to outline an informed socio-political
position. Heâll rant, but the rant will be backed up by facts. On a personal
level, however, he specialises in a line of self-conscious, nerdy absurdist
self-deprecation â but the self-deprecation is never racially based. That, he
eschews with an almost Richard Dawkins-like fervour. Which is where I most
often want to take issue, because even if the so-called âwog comedyâ and Asian
permutations thereof are unsophisticated, they still serve a purpose.
Unsophisticated people deserve to enjoy a laugh, too. But weâll get to that,
and just about everything else, in good time.
My first memory of
Michael Hing was of that self-conscious Sydney Uni kid with the dreadlocks,
giving Raw Comedy a go. Twice. Within weeks of each other. First as a solo
stand-up, then as part of a kind-of-âsketchâ double act with another Sydney Uni
kid called Neal Downward. The double act was more memorable than the solo
stand-up since it cleverly â perhaps too cleverly â deconstructed performance itself. Metacomedy. Earning Hing and his partner, Neal
Downward, a bit of coverage in MX when
they made the state semis. Next thing I know, Hing and Downward are producing a
sketch troupe consisting of a whole mess of Sydney Uni kids, called âThe
Delusionistsâ, in their self-titled show for Sydneyâs Big Laugh Festival and
the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.
The Delusionists, (l-r when they first appear): Ben Jenkins, Alex Lee, Steen Raskopoulos, Benita de
Wit, Paul Michael Ayre
âThat was all within the same six month period,â Michael acknowledges:
âa pretty quick turn-around!â
What happened was, a year earlier Ben Jenkins â who would become one of
the Delusionists â made it through to the Raw Comedy National Finals. Hingâs
housemate, a high school buddy, was friends with Ben, so Hingers ended up
seeing Jenkins in action and thought âI could probably do thatâ and gave it a
âI didnât have the drive, performance ability, talent and experience Ben
had,â Michael recalls. âAnd I was really, really new and Raw might have been
the second time Iâd done comedy.â
âI forgot most of my set that night, and stood
in silence in the light.â
What was interesting was the nightâs feature act â the professional
comic who entertains the loyal audience as a kind of reward for having sat
through a dozen newbie amateurs â was Nick Sun. And he more-or-less âdid
exactly the same thing, which is, come on into the light and be silent and not
know his jokes.â
âWhen Nick Sun did it, it was hilarious because it seemed like it was
deliberate. When I did it, it was like, âwhat are you doingâ¦?ââ
The rise and rise of Michael Hing began with a couple of improv classes
towards the end of 2005 â which makes complete sense since Theatresports and
the tradition of improvised comedy have been strong at Sydney Uni just about
forever. Peripheral involvement with that yearâs Arts Faculty Revue whetted his appetite; Hing directed the Architecture Revue the following year. âI
didnât perform, but I wrote a lot for it,â he says, admitting that his early
attempts at comedy are a little embarrassing now. âIt was terrible. I was
consciously trying to do stuff that was different to everybody else, but it was
a case of âyou have to learn all the rules before you can break themâ.â
Hingers did try to be different: whereas the first commandment of
University Revue seems to be âThou Shalt Taketh the Piss Out of Other
Facultiesâ, under Michaelâs watch, rather than take on Engineering, Education, Science and Arts, the Architecture Revue sought to be ââdifferentâ and âcrazyâ and âout
thereâ and âwhoooooaaaah!ââ Without sufficient experience the result, according
to Michael, was âthis weird mess of ideasâ where, of the 90-minute show, âmaybe
40 jokes were funny and 50 million jokes were terribleâ.
To be fair, every sketch show is hit-and-miss unless itâs put together
some five years into the participantsâ careers, where they can draw from the
best of everything theyâve done thus far. And even then, the best sketch shows
are the British ones where thereâve been several series on Radio 4 before the
best bits thus far are chosen for the debut television series. You donât know
that when you see that television series; it just looks like someone amazing
has come out of nowhere to work comedy magic.
Be that as it may, John Pinder â Aussie comedy pioneer whoâd helped
found the Melbourne International Comedy Festival way back when and was still
consulting for television producers and heading up one of Sydneyâs numerous and
disparate festivals (The Big Laugh Festival at the time) â happened to see the
âI donât really understand what was going on,â Hingers says, âbut for
some reason, he liked it and gave me a bit of money to put together a sketch
crew to be a part of that yearâs Big Laugh Festival, and from that, do the
Melbourne Comedy Festivalâ.â
Thus, The Delusionists came into being.
Remember, by this time Pinder and producer Chris McDonald had created a
âbest of the university revuesâ live show called The Third Degree, which eventually became the Ronnie Johns television show.
âThe Third Degree already had
a format, so we came in at a time when the exact theatre that they were in â
the Kaleide Theatre at RMIT â was free, and there was what John described as âa
gap in the marketâ, which we filled,â Hing recalls. âPeople had heard of The Third Degree and wanted to be a part
of that experience in terms of sketch and discovering new comedy, so in our
first year, we had a lot of ticket sales that we didnât really deserve.â
Undeserved perhaps, but definitely earned. When you go down to Melbourne
with a sketch show, you have a mass of performers as well as crew â a small
army that can cover all the bases when flyering punters on the street in the hope theyâll come see your
show. And it did seem they knew what they were doing, even if it was mostly
front and bluster. But Hingers comes clean:
âThat was mostly copied from the model these guys were running. They had
all these rules and tips that they gave us, so we werenât going down completely
âfresh facedâ, although, to all the people who didnât know us, it was like,
âwho are these kids who have come down and sold 200 tickets?!ââ
Itâs not like they hadnât done it before, really. Theyâd flyered
strangers for their uni revue, and the had the likes of Dan Ilic and Jordan
Raskopoulos â Third Degree and Ronnie Johns veterans â teaching them
stuff. The result? A good first show that earned a three-and-a-half star review
in The Age. They were overjoyed. âThe Age! The paper! It came and saw our
show!â Michael recalls.
At this stage of his not-quite-career, despite an initial foray into Raw
Comedy, Michael Hing is sticking to writing and directing rather than
performing. And having cool dreadlocks, I suggest. âYeah, and just being a real
weird dude,â he adds.
The following year, of course, the Delusionists return to Melbourne with
The History of Everything that Ever
Happened. Ever and sell out some 23 of their 25 shows, despite being on at a
ridiculously early timeslot. There are suggestions that TV is interested,
though nothing immediately comes of it. Although, the major difference this
time is âwe get a two-star review from The
Age, and they call us homophobic and racist and the rest.â According to
Hing, âthat really hurtâ because they were all âcrazy, left-wing, politically
correct peopleâ with âtotally innocuous jokesâ that âwerenât even about race or
genderâ. Indeed, Michael stresses, indignant, âit really hurt to be called homophobic when
weâre the type of people who go on marches for this kind of stuff. Weâre Sydney
Uni students. Donât you understand? We vote for the Greens!â
Ah yes. A half-decade or so earlier, theyâd be rich kids who could
afford, in time, to be âchardonnay socialistsâ. Understood loud and clear. But
that doesnât make them any less funny. Or politically incorrect necessarily (although,
I resist pointing out, this interview did begin with a date rape gag, âironicâ and/or
âabsurdâ as it may be). If the Delusionists were guilty of anything, it was of
being a bit too clever-clever.
Still, it served as a lesson to Michael Hing in
his formative years.
âThatâs when I first
started thinking about how careful you have to be with your comedy in terms of
what youâre saying and what youâre doing. The onus isnât on the audience to
interpret it. The onus is on you to give them a message that they couldnât
possibly misinterpret. You dictate how they interpret you. Itâs all on you.â
After that year, Hing quit the group to
concentrate on solo comedy.
âI was too insecure to work in a group,â he says. âIâm not performing,
so Iâm thinking, Iâm not the funny one; theyâre getting all the laughs, Iâm
just writing jokes.â By this stage, the Delusionists were a strong troupe of
performers, and as such, pretty much directed themselves. âIâm like, âyou know
what, I really want to do my own thing now. I want to go back to Uni and do
drama and some other stuff, maybe finish my degree, I donât know.ââ
Back to Uni
Thatâs an interesting diversion at this point. What exactly was Michael
studying? The plan out of high school was to follow Mama and Papa Hing into
medicine, because Michael was a pretty smart kid.
âBut then it turns out Iâm not smart enough to do that,â Michael says, âso
after six months of that I move to teaching for about three years.â
After teaching, Hingers tried his hand at counselling. âI go on a school
counselling prac and I expect it to be âoh like, hey, talk about your feelings
and stuffâ and on the first day it was, âmy mumâs an alcoholic, my dadâs a
heroin addict, what have you got for me?â I was like, âthis is out of my
league!â so I ditched that because there was no way that I could really help
Six months of architecture ensued. And then an
attempt at a philosophy degree.
âThe point is,â Hing says, âI never graduated.â
Hang on, Hingers. Youâre an Asian kid. You have an intellect. Both your
folks are high achieving doctors. How do they feel that you need to be a clown?
âThey are amazingly supportive of this unmitigated bullshit,â Michael
says. Although his routine is littered with jokes about his parents
disapproving of his life choices, âin reality,â he insists, âthey are just
amazing. For exampleâ¦â
Before he launches into his example, Hingers
falters and has a second thought.But then says, âYeah, Iâll talk about this,â and carries on.
âI had an opportunity two years ago to audition for a television show
which never got made. It was a sitcom. I got asked to audition for the part of
this Asian character who spoke in a weird accent and did a lot of Asian jokesâ¦â
If you know Michael Hing at all, or have seen him on stage, you will
almost certainly know that this is anathema to him â playing the
self-deprecating, comic-relief, cheap-laugh Asian. And yet â sitcom. Television
work. Income. Perhaps fame.
âI was kind of not sure about what I wanted to do or whether I should do
it, and my dad was like, âMichael, you didnât do uni because you donât want to
have a real job; if you start doing stuff like this that youâre not passionate
about and donât believe in, thatâs like having a real job. You need to do what
you want in the way you want to do it.ââ
Cool dad, huh!
âThat is one of the biggest influences on what I am trying to do,â
Hingers acknowledges. âMy parents are super, super supportive. Ridiculously so.
To the point where it is almost irresponsible. Now Iâm doing fine and donât need
support, but if I ever did, I think they would help me out.â
Moving on from The Delusionists while remaining friends with the cast
and crew, Michael began to concentrate on his own comedy. He took another stab
at Raw, making it to the state final. âThat was when I realised stand-up was
the thing Iâm not terrible at,â he says. Still, his career trajectory was
somewhat bound to the sketch comedy troupe.
âAll the shows weâd done down in Melbourne, they were partially funded
by the University of Sydney Union,â Hingers explains. For the uninitiated, the
Union is the body that administers much of the cultural life of the student
body, and one way in which it does so is by funding cultural undertakings.
However, Michael says, after two years of financing a small armyâs interstate
incursion, the Union woke up to itself.
âThey were kind of like, âHey, youâre going down to Melbourne with
thousands of our dollars and weâre not getting anything out of thatâ. So for
2009 when we wanted to do it, we said, âYou know what, to prove to you that
weâre doing something for culture on campus, weâll start a comedy room on
campus thatâll do a show every week and weâll mix between doing stand-up and
sketch and improv and story telling and musical comedy and plays and everything
and weâll literally do a different show every weekâ.â
And so, out of the need to fund a final Festival foray in 2009, Project
52 was born. âWe didnât realise that what would become Project 52 would be the
greatest thing weâve ever done and one of the coolest things that weâve ever
been involved in,â Michael says, quickly pointing out that heâs ânot the only
personâ behind it. âI do a lot of the boring admin work for it, but it
certainly is a five-way group who run it.â The team includes Ben Jenkins, Carlo
Ritchie, Steen Raskopolous and Tom Walker. âCarlo and Tom are the people who
probably make me laugh more than anyone else in the world. I understand their
minds, and they still make me laugh all the time.â
It wasnât an instant success, of course: some nights were packed
out. Other nights the comics outnumbered the audience. âThere were some grim
times for us,â Hing acknowledges. âThereâd be eleven people in the room,
and ten comics, and itâs going to go forever and itâs gonna be terrible and
Iâve got to tell some first year Iâm really sorry, he canât go on because there
are too many comics. But by the end of the first year, a small crowd for us
became 60 people.â
It certainly helped Michael develop as a comic, having to front up each
week, often in front of largely the same group of punters. He had to have new
material each time.
âItâs perfect when youâre young and you have a million ideas and you
have to write them all down,â Michael reckons. âI say like Iâm some old guy nowâ¦â
I am some old guy now, and I can say the one night I got to perform
there, it was chockers. Admittedly, everyone apart from Hing â and me â was
some undergraduate doing material about Star Wars, Lord of the Rings and Harry
Potter, but it was a great night. And then I couldnât get another go, because
word got out that it was the coolest room in Sydney and visiting international
acts were climbing over each other to get some stage time. Although Michael has
a far more touching story about Project 52âs growth in prominence.
In Memoriam, Jordan McClellan
Some time into the roomâs second year, on the night of Sydney
Universityâs Theathresports Grand Final, a student called Jordan McClellan,
who âdid a lot of improv stuffâ with Hing and co, was tragically hit and killed by a taxi on his way home.
âIt was really serious and really, really sad,â Michael recalls. âThat affected
a lot of people and changed the way we did comedy. It really changed a lot of
One change was the renaming of the Theatsports Trophy. Steen
Raskopoulos and Tom Walker, who run the Theatresports program, renamed it The
Jordan McClellan Cup. But one of the âmore offbeat thingsâ to come out of it,
according to Michael, occurred as a result of them googling Jordan McClellanâs
name, to see how his death had been reported.
âWe found this blog by someone called Sidney Critic who had been writing
about us for 18 months. We had no idea. He reviewed all our shows. So there was
this great memory of our friend who had passed away. That was really cool.â
Sidney Critic went on to name Project 52 the best comedy room in Sydney.
âI think other comics must have read that blog or something, because when we
started up in the second year, the people who wanted to get on werenât just
open mikers and friends, it was proper comedian people.â
But thatâs just the stand-up night; there is far more to Project 52 than
stand-up, which takes place on night a month. Steen Raskopoulos runs âThe Impro
Denâ. âIt is â and I say this
having watched a lot of impro â by several standard deviations the best
improvised comedy youâll see in Australiaâ â Michael insists.
âStory Clubâ is the story-telling night run by Ben Jenkins. âItâs part
of a new trend thatâs been happening for a couple of years,â Michael says,
acknowledging story-telling rooms run by the likes of Kathryn Bendall (âTell Me A Storyâ) and
Michael Brown (âCampfire Collectiveâ). The point of difference for Story Club, Hingers explains, is
that people literally type a story and read it out of a giant book. âSo thereâs
no performance element to it the way you would tell a stand-up story. Itâs more
of a writing and performing process, and theyâre on a theme. Itâs as really
good way to break in, when people donât feel confident in performing, they can
And, finally, there is a sketch night called Make Way For Ducklings.
âItâs probably the funnest thing to ever do,â Michael insists.
In addition, Project 52 runs other themed
nights where the comedy is about a specific â often nerdy â thing. âLike our Game of Thrones night. Recently we did a
âwould you ratherâ discussion. Itâs license to do whatever we want. Weâre not
locked into doing stand-up every week, like other rooms are.â
Makes me want to run away and join Michael
Hingâs circus. They have the most supportive milieu. âItâs not even just
students,â Michael insists. âItâs a specific kind of student.â The room has a
capacity of 130-odd. âWe donât like turning people away,â he says, âbut there
are nights when we say, âThere are people who shouldnât be here, could they
leaveâ¦â.â Such people, according to Michael, arenât going to âget into the
spiritâ of the roomâs comedy. He reckons theyâre people âwho want rape jokes
and âedgyâ comedyâ (said the man who suggested dinner-and-interview might serve
as the prelude to unwanted foreplay. And afterplay).
2012 was the first year Michael Hing took his own hour-long show, An Open Letter to Rich White People
Concerning Their Role in the Downfall of Civilisation, to the Melbourne
International Comedy Festival âbecause thatâs how the Australian comedy
industry works,â he acknowledges. Whereas in America you develop five minutes
of material, building it to 10 and then 15 and then twenty, on your way to an
hour, in Australia you âdo comedy for a bit and then you do an hour-long show
at a Festivalâ. Though not necessarily âreadyâ to take on the solo show, there
were indications that it was time â âa bunch of weird thingsâ starting to
happen from the beginning of the year.
âI broke up with a girl who
I had been dating for years. I started working at a university as an adult
instead of as a student lay-about.â It was, he says, part of that coupla-year
cycle where h panics a little and thinks he has to decide whether he should persevere
with comedy or pack it all in and try to get a real job.
âI gave myself to the end of the year to decide,â he explains: âIf Iâm
just doing one or two spots a week and only a couple of gigs a month are paid, then
Iâm going to focus on my career and do stand-up as a hobby. But if by the end
of the year Iâm doing stuff that I really like and Iâm really proud of what Iâm
doing, then comedy is the thing Iâm going to do.â
Focus on your âcareerâ, Hingers? What, pray,
tell, was the âcareerâ if it wasnât comedy, midway through 2011?
âAt the time I was booking bands and the
Roundhouse, at the University of New South Wales,â Michael says. âI was like,
âI can be a booker. And do comedy as a hobbyâ.â Of course, Michael gave that
all away, and his non-comedy employment nowadays consists of teaching digital
marketing and media at said university part time, âeven thought I donât have a
degree and Iâm not qualified at allâ.
Aiding the transition from part time amateur
comic to full time professional were the collaborative shows Michael had been
creating for earlier Sydney Comedy Festivals with Patrick Magee. A founding
member and stalwart of Comicide, the
other sketch comedy troupe operating around the same time as The Delusionists, Magee was in many ways
Hingâs perfect foil.
Their first show, 2010âs Illustrious Physicians of Romance, set out âto teach you everything
you need to know about love in an hourâ. A sample routine involved grabbing a
punter from the audience and calling up their ex-girlfriend in order to try and
win them back over the phone. The show arose out of Hing and Mageeâs respective
obsessions with women at the time. (What? And your long term relationship
faltered, Michael? How? Why?)
Their second show, the following yearâs Orientalism was a sustained ârallying
cry against ethnic comedyâ â one of Hingâs bugbears. Although Michael is still adamantly
opposed to ethnic comedy, he can at least acknowledge that â60 minutes is a
long time to be preachy about somethingâ.
These shows werenât necessarily good prep for
Hingâs one-man show. âThey were mostly improvised and they were more sketch
than stand-up,â Michael explains. âThey changed every night because Pat Magee has
an inability to maintain focus on stuff, which is what makes him super funny a
lot of the time. It also makes him highly emotionally volatile a lot of the
time, as well. He is seriously one of the smartest, funniest, cleverest people
Iâve ever met and worked with. If he ever bothered to commit to doing comedy
forever, heâd be great.â
Given that Patrickâs currently in the UK
pursuing comedy, chances are heâs well on his way to achieving that greatness.
As for Michael, the process made him realise he had a number of stories he
wanted to tell, and so it was time to do his own show. Its first incarnation was Iâm Only Doing This Because They Wonât Let Me Be A Rapper at the 2011 Sydney Fringe Festival.
Half a year on from the Melbourne Comedy Festival, Michaelâs attitude to
his season is telling.
âI came back from Melbourne with a good amount of money from doing
comedy,â he says, âwhich felt really, really cool.â
So comedy as career instead of hobby, then. No need to get qualified to
teach digital media and marketing after all.
âAt the same time, there was stuff in my comedy that I didnât feel very
proud of. I was doing some jokes that I thought were lazy, and some easy gags.
I felt a little bit guilty because I was using easy tricks â in about three or
four parts of my show â to get laughs.â
Oh, Hingers, ever the purist. He sometimes got laughs not by telling a
joke, but by using âjust the rhythm of a joke, and the word âf*ckâ.â What comic
has never been guilty of that? Your job is to make them laugh. Did you make
them laugh? Good. No problem. Unless youâre competing in a [Raw] comedy
competition, in which case, be concerned that the jokes are below your judgesâ
standards, rather than your audiencesâ. But even then, it doesnât matter: the
point of doing comedy is to make the audience laugh, not to win competitions.
And the point of doing comedy competitions is to make the audience laugh, not
to win competitions.
Still, Michael makes a convincing argument:
âFor the first three weeks, where Iâm selling out some nights and
getting great reviews, it feels great.â
Why wouldnât it? Thatâs every Melbourne Comedy Festival debutante â and
veteran â comicâs dream.
Uh-oh. Chortle is the Ã¼ber-comedy critic, the comedy critic sine qua
non. And Hing confirms that Chortle essentially said, ââHey, dickhead, youâre a mad, lazy writer who should be
trying harder, cos youâre cheapâ.â Hingâs paraphrasing, of course; Chortle is far more articulate than
âI read that and I think, âHe sees through everything, and itâs
trueâ. And the reality is, any other achievement that I feel proud of, is
meaningless. So I come back from Melbourne with money that Iâm not
uncomfortable to have, but think I should put it towards something cool.â
Good man, Hingers. I think I speak for almost everyone when I say Iâm
never uncomfortable to have money, and I always think I should put it towards
something cool. But Iâm never as cool as Michael, who has put his money to the best
possible use, producing fringe festival shows of several of his comedy peers.
But thatâs the obvious, immediate penance â putting potentially
âill-gotten gainsâ toward a greater good. Michaelâs taking other initiatives as
âI donât have a lot of strengths, but one thing Iâm quite good at is
learning. I flatter myself to think I can learn quite well, so if someone I
respect, whose reviews Iâve read, says to me âthis is a two-star show and you
need to work harder and not be lazyâ, then I can click onto that being a real
And so for Hingers, itâs once more into the fray: among the multitude of
shows heâs involved with is the new hour of material, in development for the
2013 festival season.
All roads lead to Hingers
While âcoasting comedianâs guiltâ goes some way to explaining why so
many roads lead to Hing â the âSydney Hing Festivalâ part of it, anyway â there
are still all the other undertakings he is and has been involved in.
For example, a couple of years ago one of the new hot young things of
comedy was a svelte Sydney chanteuse called Gen Fricker whose sinister
world view with conveyed via punk ballads sugar coated with a thin veneer of faux-naivete bookended with some of the most hilarious off-the-cuff banter youâll ever have served up at you.
Another one of the many to arise out of the Sydney Uni milieu, Gen is clearly a
world-class talent in her formative years. Suddenly, Hingers was hosting the
breakfast shift with her on Radio FBi.
A couple of years previous, Jack Druce was the youngest Raw finalist
ever (dubbed âan embryoâ at the time by one slightly older â and possibly slightly jealous
comic). Now Hing is co-hosting one of the better comedian-fronted podcasts with
Cale Bain hosts an brilliant impro night on Tuesdays at the Roxbury
Hotel (the second best in the known universe, according to Hingers â but he has
a vested interest in the Impro Den, so itâs hard to call) and Hing is one of
A bunch of brash alternate comics have a weekly package of performance
anarchy called Phuklub â of which Iâve written at length. Guess whoâs now a
regular there, tooâ¦
And virtually any cool newbie you see who is or was at one time a
student at Sydney University, rest assured, is a friend, was groomed by,
appeared in a revue with, or letâs face it, will one day regret never having embarked
upon a meaningful physical relationship with, Michael Hing.
Thereâs a reason why this is.
âIf I want this to be my job,â Hing explains, âif I talk to my friends,
most of whom are comics, and theyâre doing a cool thing, I want to be a part of
it. And I feel like I have a disparate amount of experience now that I can go
into any place and try and fit in with what theyâre doing.â
And, more than wanting the constant challenge of trying to apply his worldview
and talents to each new comedic undertaking, thereâs a far more fundamental and
âThereâs no shortage of talented people in any comedy scene,â Hing says.
âAll that separates me or anyone from anyone else is the amount of work that you
do. If I think Iâm good and Iâm gonna coast this out, there are any number of
more naturally talented people who can take my place.â
One of the forces guiding Michael, particularly in the way he helps
administer comedy to university campuses and beyond, taking newbies under his
wing as he investigates new avenues for himself and others, is to provide the
means of access that didnât exist when he first hit the scene.
âWhen I was at uni and had a dream of doing stand-up, there was no way
that I knew how to go to the Mic in Hand on a Thursday night. If youâre a
student studying a science degree or whatever, you go, âoh, there are people at
my uni putting a show on every Wednesday night, and theyâve done shows in
Melbourne, and theyâre doing gigs at the Comedy Store. If I hang around with
them maybe I can learn how to do this â how to get it doneâ. Thatâs a really
attractive thing to be able to offer young people. When I was in high school
and at university I didnât know how to be a comedian. Now, if I can offer anyone
anything, itâs this: here is a night where you can get on and you can do
comedy, and if you like comedy, I can tell you who to talk to and who can help
you out. And now we get the people who run the Comedy Store coming by and
checking out our night. Thatâs really cool for me.â
Thus, Michael is producing 20-odd shows at this yearâs Sydney Fringe
Festival because when he was at Uni he didnât know how to do comedy, and now he
has a bit of an idea. Not just of how to approach it, but of the different
approaches you might choose to take. Indeed, Michael has several approaches of
his own that heâs putting into practice all at once â in a handful of shows.
One of them is a sketch show with Ben Jenkins, called Ben and Hing Do Sketches At You for the Better Part of an Hour. But donât
think, for an instant, that itâs another âMichael Hing and Patrick Mageeâ show
with Jenkins playing the role of Magee, even though Hing works as well with Ben
as he does with Pat.
âBen and I have been writing together for six years now, so we have a
catalogue of 100 sketches. Weâre gonna pick out 10 or 15 of them to call them a
And of course, thereâs the solo show, Occupy White People, thatâll be the prototype of his
2013 festival show.
But the most political and personal one, by far, is A Series of Young Asian Comedians not doing Asian Jokes, which
features Jen Wong, Ronny Chieng (joint Best Newcomer at the Melbourne
International Comedy Festival this year), Alex Lee, Jonathan Lee and Aaron Chen along with Hingers. âWe
all do 10 minutes each and no one mention race, no one mentions racism, no one
mentions immigration, no one mentions being Asian, no one mentions stereotypesâ¦
nothing. Itâs us doing jokes that have nothing to do with that.â
The stereotyped kid
Michael and I donât quite agree on the âwog comedyâ issue. Being
slightly older, and remembering what an amazing phenomenon Wogs Out Of Work was, I appreciate that self-deprecating humour was
the first opportunity certain audiences â consisting of huge cross-sections of
Australian society â got to see characters they could identify with on stage.
Performers were talking to them about their particular experiences in ways that
Ango Austalian comics and other stage and screen characters couldnât.
Furthermore, these non-Anglo Australian stereotypes werenât merely the âlowâ
characters, the comic relief, the butt of the Anglo Australiansâ jokes. They
played the gamut of characters, and where they were the butt of the jokes, they
were the butt of their own jokes: the humour was self-deprecating, so it wasnât
hurtful. Decades on, yes, that kind of humour is clearly less sophisticated;
society has changed enough (we hope) that itâs unnecessary. We see non-Anglo
Australians in the media representing more than the mere fact that they happen
to be people of foreign extraction. But in less enlightened times, self-deprecating
wog comedy was empowering.
âYeah,â Hing replies, âbut if the only way ethnic people can identify
with a character on television in the 1980s is through Con the Fruiterer,
thatâs a damning indictment of television. Itâs so rare, for example, to see a
Chinese person on TV where their defining role isnât merely being Chinese. Itâs
only now that youâre seeing hot Asian girls who are actually just âhot girlsâ,
rather than âhot Asian girlsâ.â
Somewhere, a Gen X woman â who probably reviews for The Age â is reading this and being annoyed at the objectification
of âhotâ and âgirlsâ when Hing clearly meant âwomenâ; is it a bigger faux pas
when special attention is being paid to the avoidance of racial
generalisations? His point stands, however: if the person of a certain race
appears in popular culture merely as a stereotypical representation of that
race, there is a tendency for kids engaging with that culture to define
themselves and others primarily by ethnicity. âAnd it is divisive,â Hing insists,
âbecause, growing up, you are no longer the kid who happens to be Chinese or
the kid who happens to be Italian. You are âthe Chinese kidâ. Or âthe Italian
kidâ. And for some people thatâs a really positive point of difference, but
there is no reason that they have to be that. Why not âyou are the smart kidâ
or âyou are the fast kidâ?â
âA lot of Asian comedians do it: âMy dad gets his Ls and his Rs mixed
up. Whatâs up with that?ââ Hing says, outlining why this line of humour fails.
âYouâre making fun of your dadâs accent. Number one: itâs very
well-trodden ground. You should be above that. If youâre holding a microphone,
you should hold yourself to be above that. Number two: if your parents have a
thick accent, chances are, theyâre first generation emigrants. They probably
made huge sacrifices to bring you here and bring you up in a country with
opportunities where they can give you the best life possible. And youâre gonna
get on stage and make fun of them because they donât speak English properly and
they have a funny accent? Go f*ck yourself. That f*cken annoys me. It enrages
The rage has its origins during Hingâs own childhood.
âGrowing up in the mid-90s in Australia, watching a comedian on
television who looks like me,â he recalls, âI get excited, and then he says,
âspring rollsâ¦ boogadah boogadah boogadah, whatâs up with thatâ¦?â (The
âboogadah boogadah boogadahâ is shorthand not unlike the Yiddish âyaddah yaddah
yaddahâ, serving here to dismiss facile observations.) âEveryone goes, âThatâs
amazingâ and they grow up thinking thatâs okay to do, and you think thatâs what
you have to do as a Chinese guy doing comedy. I just want to prove to people
that you donât have to do that.â
What it feels like, I offer, is that Michael saw Hung Le on television,
and irrespective of how funny or clever Hungâs observations were, later on at
school narrow minded people repeated them, seeking to tease Hing. âDefinitely,â
he admits. âBut this is what Iâm talking about. People take away the message
they want. Itâs your job as a comedian to ensure that nobody leaves your show
going, âIâm going to find the guy who that applies to and make him feel like
sh*tâ. You start a ripple effect where youâve hurt some guy you donât even
Iâm not sold on the argument. Part of me feels that Hingâs âbunging it
onâ more than he actually feels it, in order to create the context for his
particular brand of intellectually outraged stand-up to work. And mostly, it
seems, itâs for the edification of less privileged âoutsidersâ. I mean, the
open letter to rich white people has a different meaning coming from a rich
non-white person, than it does from a poor non-white person. Thereâs nothing
wrong with taking that position, it just takes more effort and more experience
to make it feel less âbunged onâ and more relevant and sincere.
âI donât feel disenfranchised,â Hing confirms. âIâm the Asian son of two
doctors who grew up fine. I was bullied a little bit at school, but there are
people who cop it much worse. But racial injustice angers me. And when I talk
about racist stuff in my comedy, itâs because I genuinely think there is something
funny to be said about it.â
But, Michael continues, the reason he finds âthe vast majority of ethnic
comedyâ loathsome is because âwhen youâre in a position of power â and I think
we can agree that having the microphone is being in that position of powerâ
your target â the butt of the joke, and the level at which you pitch your jokes
â has to be above your own level. This because, if you donât, âif youâve got a
microphone and youâre screaming about someone who has less power than you and
youâre aiming your anger and ridicule downwards, youâre just bullying someone.
Whereas if youâre aiming it upwards âtaking on the prime minister or people who
are muscular and rascist or people who are smart and rich â they can defend
themselves; they have a right of reply in a cultural capital.â
I agree with this philosophy. And I can see why it is such an
interesting comedic path that Michael Hing treads. Coming from that privileged
background, there arenât many targets above him. And the bullying canât have
been so full-on from fellow privileged lads.
âI went to the local public primary school, but because it was in a reasonable
area âIllawong, in the Shire â it wasnât a rough school,â Michael confirms. âI
was âthe Chinese kidâ. It totally influences my position. I hated being defined
as âthe Chinese kidâ because everyone else is pointing and laughing.â Perhaps,
Michael considers, thatâs where the comedy-as-defence-mechanism began because,
he says, âI grabbed the mic at talent quests and stuff.â
Talking out of school
After primary school, Hingers wasnât so keen to attend the local
selective public high school. âI didnât know what I wanted to do, so my parents
sent me to Trinity Grammar. I got involved in some dicey stuff. I joined a
Dicey gang stuff at Trinityâ¦? Apple in the chapel, I enquire, getting my
posh private school scandals muddled.
âNo, Trinity was âThe Anacondaâ,â Hingers reminds me, adding, âand no, a
This was the key story of Hingâs Open
Letterâ¦and since heâs performed
it on stage, he doesnât mind relating it to me now. âThrough a series of
events,â says Michael, he âended up being friends with this guy whose older
brother was in a gang at Cabramatta.â Lonely and in need of friends â often a
characteristic looming early in a comedianâs life â Hingers ended up âdoing
jobsâ for these people that included picking up packages from the guyâs place
and delivering them to addresses in China Town.
âItâs hundreds of dollars every time that I do it, and I pretend I donât
know whatâs going on, but I know: itâs drugs and weapons and stolen goods in my
Dressing like the Ã¼ber-nerd he is â âtop button done up, tie done up,
socks pulled up even though Iâm wearing long pantsâ â Michael is the perfect
âI do this for between 12 and 18 months. Eventually my friend gets moved
to Hong Kong, to live with a disciplinarian uncle. I eventually quit, and
because Iâm a nerd and they know Iâm a coward, they donât hurt me. They let me
This is around 2000 when the âanacondaâ sex scandal took place, and
suddenly the schoolâs systematically searching every studentâs locker. âA lot
of people Iâm associated with are called to the principalâs office,â Hing
reports. âEventually, Iâm called. Iâm sitting there, crying and stuff. They
tell me Iâm not going to go to that school next year, and I think, âIâm
f*cked!â but it turns out that the reason Iâm at the principalâs office isnât
because of that stuff; itâs because about 6 months earlier, being a super nerd,
I made a website about my friend David calling him âgayâ because I was 14 and
thatâs what I found funny. They were like, âthatâs unacceptibleâ and I was
like, âyouâre right, it is, I need to leave the school; goodbyeâ.â
Hing ended up at Carringbah High, the selective high school he had been
trying to avoid, where he met all his nerdy friends, was mocked, got angry, got
to uni got into comedy and eventually ended up opposite me in a pizza place in
Manly Vale, where I ate most of his vegie selection after finishing my own
marinara, and after I swallow his last piece, I have to know: how the hell were
the doctors Mama and Papa Hing about all this?
âAgain, just stupidly supportive of everything,â
Michael says. âThat also contextualises what Iâm doing now: sure, Iâm not
finishing my degree or getting a job, but Iâm also not in a gang, which is a
thing I came very close to doing for the rest of my life. It makes the choice
of being a stand-up comic much, much easier.â
One day last month I headed to 'Comedy on the Edge HQ' - (the house of Mark Williamson, who runs Comedy on the Edge) - for a taping of episodes of Comedy on Edge - The Podcast. Mark hosted Episode 1, which featured Peter Meisel and Daniel Townes. Josh Cohenand I helped out with technical stuff. And I coughed a lot. I managed to edit out most of my coughing. (Actually, I'm quite adept at sound editing - as you can hear for yourself. Just saying. Y'know - if you ever needed to pay someone to edit your sounds together...)
So anyway, here's the podcast. If episode one has a title, I reckon it should be 'Knew Amsterdam'.
There's a whole other meta-thing going on with the musical accompaniment that I'll blog about later - but tell you what: if you can list all the tracks and explain their significance, you'll win a brief cessation of my perpetual disdain.
If you were a comedy lover digging the local scene around five years ago, give-or-take, you know Cam Knight very well â and, in addition, virtually every other Aussie stand-up gigging during that period â because of the time Cam spent fronting Stand Up Australia for the Comedy Channel. âThatâs where just about everyone in Australia got a good show reel!â Cam insists, because there were 120-odd hour-long episodes, each featuring four comedians. But stand-up is not all that Camâs known for: heâs also an actor. Which is why, on the eve of the taping of his first comedy DVD at Sydneyâs original Comedy Store, itâs worth asking Cam which came first â the acting or the comedy?
âI was always the smart-arse in class,â Cam says, âbut I guess you could say the acting came first because I was studying acting before I got into comedy.â Yeah, but only just, it turns out. Still, the comedy was kind of inevitable, since the young Cam was âalways drawn to itâ â his parents buying him a copy of Monty Pythonâs Life of Brian on video when he was 12. âThey were pretty much setting me up for comedy,â he reckons. They must have had a sense of humour; they gave their 12-year-old the most Christianity-lambasting of absurdist satires â before going on to send Cam to a Lutheran boarding school for his high school education. But more of that laterâ¦
Cam went straight into acting classes after school, and thatâs when the comedy bug bit. One of his classmates, Dave Williams, was already doing comedy, and Daveâs âbossâ, Dave Flanagan â from Adelaideâs Comix Comedy Cellar â went to see a first year play both Dave and Cam were in, after which, Cam says, âhe offered us all jobsâ. Although it was mostly âpre-show entertainmentâ â âwhile people were eating their meals, you do some sort of cabaret bullshit; I played a chef who thought he was Elvis and sang Elvis songs!â â Cam and Dave were soon doing improv. But it wasnât until theyâd relocated to Melbourne that Cam did actual stand-up comedy. âDave booked a gig behind my back and said, âYouâve got to go do some stand-up nowâ. We walked to the gig that night and I did it, and that was it: it just sort of stuck.â
You wouldnât guess, from so casual start to his career, that Cam would host such a seminal show as Stand-Up Australia. But he did. And it was seminal â people you wouldnât expect to have any knowledge of bona fide gigging comedians got to see them in action. How it all happened was, Cam auditioned for the hosting role of a Fox 8 show called Chain Reaction, and got it. âAfter I shot that, I went home and didnât think anything of it,â he says.
But three months later Cam was offered another hosting gig, this time for a Comedy Channel âgong showâ called Weâll Call You. âOf course: Iâm young and Iâm broke, so I say yes. Itâs a âgong showâ, so itâs not an amazing piece of workâ¦ but itâs work! So I went and did that.â
And then Cam was offered fulltime employment at the Comedy Channel, âbecause apparently they liked what I didâ. This led to further hosting duties, including taking over from Adam Spencer for the second season of Hit & Run, in which comedians were inserted into âfish-out-of-waterâ situations and made to write material about it.
âThen,â says Cam, âI just got told, âwe want to do a stand-up show, itâs gonna be called Stand-Up Australia, itâll be on five nights a week and youâll front itâ. I was like, âOkayâ and that was it. Thatâs how it came about.â
Suddenly comics had an ideal opportunity to showcase their work, and while it was âa good platform for a lot of peopleâ, it was hard work for Cam: he was a relatively new comic still finding his voice, having to come up a heap of new material on a regular basis. âI got Dave to help write for me most of the time,â Cam says. âThere were a couple of other helpers: Michael Chamberlin and Sam Bowring helped me, and I think Fox Klein submitted some stuff. But we had to write 8 to 10 minutes of material a week and we werenât getting to test it out anywhere. So if it failed, it really failed cos it went to air.â
Most comics take a few years to âfind their voiceâ, but get to do it more-or-less anonymously, on the open mic stand-up circuit. You only start seeing them on the telly when theyâre good enough to be considered worthy of that opportunity. (And, letâs face it, Camâs employers knew Cam was worthy â even if his peers and detractors felt otherwise.) However, rather than his lesser gigs being seen by a mere handful of people in the back room of a pub, Cam had to do it in front of a dedicated viewership. This baptism of fire was, for Cam, as stressful as it was exciting: âI was very young. Iâm still cutting my teeth and finding out what I want to do, which way I want to go, what I want to say, and we were just sitting down and going, ârightâ¦ whatâs funny?â By the end of it, you donât know anymore.â
Having to create so much material produced âa good work ethicâ, but, Cam reckons, it didnât necessarily make him a better comedian. âIt made me self-conscious for a long time. I felt like I had more to prove,â he says. âWhat made me a better comedian was when I left the Comedy Channel and forced myself to work and gig my arse off.â
Although, I reckon a well-paying gig early on makes having to fail publicly a better proposition. Doesnât it?
âItâs kind of nice to have that security â but itâs still humiliating when youâre out there,â Cam says. âYou do kind of cop it. You go out and people come up to you and go, âyou suck!â You donât want to suck. You want to go out and you want to get better. And just because Iâve made a lot of money doesnât make that go away. It doesnât make anybodyâs opinion change; it might actually make it worse.â
Indeed, Cam argues, the money doesnât make you good; if anything, it probably makes you worse. âYou need to actually need it. You need to crave it and you need to want to get better and challenge yourself. Money can sometimes make you complacent.â
If complacency was ever a threat, it was a while ago: Camâs challenged himself. Constantly. As well youâd know, if youâve seen him live over the last five years. Heâs just kept getting better and better. All the hard work has paid off. So much so that itâs hard to believe that, save for Just Another Misfit â the hilarious show he did at Sydney this year â itâs been so long since Camâs taken a show to any of the countryâs comedy festivals. But itâs all down to timing, he says.
âIt just didnât work out this year. I was all set to go to Melbourne and Adelaide but I just had a bad feeling; my wife and I were trying to have a kid, Iâd travelled so much last yearâ¦ I probably should have hit Melbourne and smashed that out, but it just didnât sit right. I felt like I should stay here with my wife and respect what she wantedâ.
Itâs hard to fault a relatively new husband â whoâs had a successful career thus far â choosing to put his family first. But at this point, Iâve got to â sheepishly â ask an obvious question or two. And here are the answers: no, they didnât have a baby. But itâs not a âtouchyâ subject, or a sad story.
âItâs fine,â Cam says. âItâs just annoying. I wish I could say âyesâ.â
Oh, but, Cam, hereâs the perfect scheme: you want a kid? I can guarantee youâll have one. Hereâs how: start planning next yearâs festival circuit. Once youâve locked in firm seasons in Melbourne, Adelaide and Sydney, you and your missus will almost certainly be expecting. And itâs July now â the baby will be due just in time for you to have to cancel all those festival seasons again.
âYeah, youâre absolutely right,â Cam laughs. âI will. Iâll do that. I need to do it again. But the timing has to be right.â
Truth is, Camâs pretty much ready to go:
âIâve just been working really hard, even with the old stuff, making those routines stretch out into bigger pieces. I donât just do âjokeâ jokes; Iâm quite physical, I move around a lot. Thereâs going to be a lot more improvisation thatâs gonna make them biggerâ¦â
Yes, thatâs all part of what marks Cam Knight as being at the top of his game. And again, it reminds me of some of the cr*p he would have had to face early on. Along with the âsuccessful too earlyâ resentments of a seemingly less proficient comic landing an awesome gig, thereâs the intolerance of the âactor doing comedyâ that seems to divide open mic-ers in particular. Which is a cute irony that â should the comic persevere as Cam has â results in a nice poetic justice: the acting that appears to be a handicap to a comic early on makes them so much better down the track when they are so adept at âshowing usâ rather than merely âtelling usâ the joke.
âI find that taboo so hypocritical,â Cam agrees. âYouâre not allowed to be an actor going into being a comedian, but you can be any other profession, and it doesnât matter. You can be a lawyer, right â a f*cking lawyer! â and turn into a comedian. But an actor? No way!â
The taboo seems virtually non-existent in the United States, Cam rightfully points out. All the good comics head towards sitcom and feature film, remember? âThey want you to be a triple threat. They want you to be good. They want you to be talented. They wanna work with you. They want to find someone who can do all those thingsâ¦â
Rest assured, Cam Knight does other things apart from comedy and acting. You may be aware that he pedaled 1600km from Brisbane to Cairns in 10 days, a little while back, with Tour de Cure, helping raise a million dollars for cancer research in the process.
âI did that very close to leaving the Comedy Channel,â Cam says. âI wanted to do something that made me feel good. I wanted to put my money into something else that wasnât for me. My mum had breast cancer and I just felt like that was something that I needed to do and get out of my system.â
Again, I ask the delicate question. Camâs mumâs fine. âSheâs a survivor!â he says. She beat breast cancer back when he was in high school. Boarding. At a strict Lutheran school. And again, more of that later; back to the bike rideâ¦
âI had very little training before we went into it,â Cam says. âI guess I was trying to train; I gave up smoking about four months before I started training, so I wasnât very good at itâ¦â
Although the Tour de Cure continues to take place annually, Cam has not been involved in subsequent rides. âI just wised up after the first one and went, âI donât think I could do it ever, ever againâ,â he says. He kept his bike, but has ridden it all of twice since then. âI jog. I just canât get on the bike anymore. Iâve put it in the shed now, cos it just kept looking at me, making me feel guilty.â One day heâll do something âof a similar ilkâ in terms of the personal challenge, for charity, he says. But itâs not likely to involve cycling!
So back to Camâs mum: she was diagnosed with breast cancer when Cam was 14 and away at boarding school. âI thought my mum was gonna die and I just wanted to go home,â Cam says. âSo I got expelled from boarding school. On her birthday. While she was going through chemoâ¦â
Thatâs quite noble, acting up to get expelled in order to be home with his mum during her illness. But Cam corrects me: he didnât actually decide, âright, Iâve got to get booted out of hereâ; rather, it happened subconsciously. âWhen I look back on it now, I think âyou misbehaved a lot, mate!â I think I was just worried that my mum was gonna die.â
There was a lot of misbehaviour and Cam used to get into a lot of fights, but the âstraw that broke the camelâs backâ, Cam explains, isnât actually that bad. Well, not nearly as bad as the stories that made it back from the school to his home town fast than he did.
âThe rumour was, I threw a chair at a teacher and it went through a second storey window, crashing through the windshield of another teachersâ car below. Which sounds awesome, and Breakfast Clubesque, right?â
What really happened was, after dinner one evening, all the boarders had to return to the school block to do homework and study, as they did every evening. âThere was a guy giving me a whole bunch of sh*t, and I just screamed at him to f*ck off, and went ape sh*t at him. But I didnât realise there was a Parents & Friends meeting going on in the AV Room and I was pretty much right outside it. So the principal was there and all the Lutheran mums and dads were there and they were like, âthatâs not very good Lutheran behaviourâ and blah blah blah.â
Though not officially âexpelledâ as such, Camâs dad was called and recommended that he pull Cam out of the school. They wonât have to put âexpulsionâ down on his official school record, but he still got kicked out.
âDoesnât sound too hardcore. I wish I threw a chair at the teacher. It would have been so much cooler!â
True. You know what would also be cool? Cam Knight doing a festival show around Australia next year. Does he reckon itâll happen?
âI donât know mate. Iâd love to say yes, but I just donât know. I donât know what Iâm going to be doing. I need to make a decision about it really soon.â
One of the deciding factors is the current season of the stage play Certified Male, which Camâs about to be appearing in. Glynn Nicholas, who created the show, did it years ago with Pete Rowsthorn. This time round, Camâs in it with Mike McLeish, Dave Callan (the beardless, Sydney-living Dave Callan who excels at improv, as opposed to âhairyâ Dave Callan, from Melbourne) and, in some cities, Glynn Nicholas himself. In other cities, Glynn will be replaced by Barry Crocker. So next yearâs festivals wonât even be a consideration until Certified Male is over.
Meanwhile, Camâs set to record his current show, Just Another Misfit â which he describes as his âfavouriteâ â at the Comedy Store. âI feel itâs the tightest. I feel like itâs a good, solid hour, and this is the one I want to record.â Camâs taken time developing the material, and been very careful about ensuring nothing from it is already up on youtube. âIâve made a conscious decision not to put any clips up,â he says. âI wanted to wait. Iâm a big guy about biding my time for some reason.â
For some reason? Iâll tell you the reason youâve made a point of not having stand-up footage out there, Cam Knight: because you got some big breaks before you were quite ready for them; you jumped in a little fresh, copped more criticism than you deserved, and you are cautious never to be in that position ever again.
âYouâre absolutely right, I jumped in fresh and Iâm very conscious about whatâs out there. But I feel very good about this show, and weâre gonna shoot it. Hopefully weâll have a full house on Saturday night and itâll look great.â
I profiled Blake Mitchell - along with Ash Jattan and the comedy rooms they're involved with - not too long ago.
Blake's exploits continue to be interesting and entertaining, and I know I'll have more to say about this later. For now, rest assured, he is a true visionary. Enjoy this clip fellow comic Joel White put together. Joel - who podcasts with Luke Walding as Waldo & Whitey - has had the genius idea to have his mum read a selection of Blake's recent tweets.