What comedians could your particular style not exist without?
When I'm performing, I can hear moments where I can hear parts of my "voice" that are clearly influenced by certain comedians, namely Jim Gaffigan and Patton Oswalt. This is different than just naming my favorite comedians, like Eugene Mirman and Maria Bamford, who aren't as much a part of my style.
What comedians can you hear in your own "voice"?
I find in real life, I tend to act like a mix of Kaufman's Foreign Man (minus voice), Atkinson's Mr. Bean, and Chaplin's Tramp. Sometimes I go through a Bill Hicks or Mitch Hedberg phase while trying to write jokes, though.
However, I haven't been on stage recently because I'm not sure how to incorporate this into some sort of act or if I even should.
Well, first of all, the title of this thread needs some attention, sir.Originally Posted by ryandoescomedy
Ending a question with a preposition?!?!? Our English department would put you in front of a firing squad!!!
The proper title should be, "From Whom Do You Steal?"
Forty lashes with a wet noodle for you young man!!
Oh, my answer. Well, I don't want to give it away, so I'll just hint at it with this...
"I don't get no respect! No respect at all!!"
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I try not to be a blatant ripoff of Mitch Hedberg, but there's more than a fair amount of his style in mine. Same goes for Emo Phillips.
I will say that I wish I could write like Jack Handey.
Have you all heard of Army Man?
It was a small zine that became popular during the writers strike of '88 as a place for out of work comedy writers to publish ideas that had no proper home. I love this jem of a tale that I believe is Jack Handey's, though no one credits it on the website I read.
THE TRUE STORY OF WHAT HAPPENED TO ME
I remember I was hammering on a fence in the west pasture when Papa approached. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried.
I continued to hammer as he came toward me. “Son,” he said, “why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it.”
“Oh, I’m not using nails, Papa,” I replied. “I’m just hammering.” With that, I returned to my hammering.
Papa asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Papa mad. “I said, stop hammering!” he yelled.
I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. “Look,” he said, “you can hammer later, but first –”
Well, I didn’t even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard “You can hammer,” that’s what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer dog.
Papa tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, ’cause that’s the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and made me stop.
“I’m afraid I have some news for you,” he said.
I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm’s length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that’s all. That apparently didn’t make any difference whatsoever to Papa, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field.
When I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that, I just couldn’t take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me.
“Son, come back!” yelled Papa. “What about your hammer?!”
But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. “As long as you’re pounding, why not use this?” I turned, and it was Papa, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer.
I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Papa’s outstretched arms. But suddenly, Papa jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him.
Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with drugs, I like to tell him this story.
Army Man was started by simpson's writer George Meyer, but had many contributors during the writer's strike.
edit: This is a non post.
Last edited by CaptainBreakfast; July 7, 2009 at 11:56 AM.
"The Golden Hammer" was actually filmed and aired on SNL in the late 80's/early 90's. It was sort of a precursor to his "Fuzzy Memories" series (in fact, this story appears in his "Fuzzy Memories" book). It was cut out of reruns however, so I've still never seen it pop up online.
Thank you for that. Much appreciated.
All the comedians on BET'S Comic view. I just can't get enough of that White VS black Humor.
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I steal from the blacks.
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