I went to the comedy open mic night at King Dusko yesterday. And… it was really great. When I was in middle school I pretty much memorized Steve Martin’s Wild and Crazy Guy album. When I was in high school one of my only social graces was to bust out with uncredited Steven Wright bits: “I have a huge collection of sea shells. ++pause++ I keep it scattered on beaches all across the world.” Ever since being devastated when I saw Steven Wright do a live performance that was almost exactly the same as the one that was on HBO, I pretty much lost interest in comedy. When some friends told me how bad the comedy was at the open mic at King Dusko, for some reason my curiosity was piqued. In fact, I actually wrote a little routine.
I wanted to check out the scene and get a sense of whether or not my stuff would go over. Thankfully they decided to have the show outside. The backyard is one of the things that I love most about King Dusko. And it was one of those perfect, late spring Charleston nights. Just a touch of cool and a just a touch of humidity. Plus a little, lilting breeze. The new moon had a beautiful, hazy glow. I don't know if my friends had gone on an off night of if I am just not that discriminating but I thought that the comedy was really quite good. I kept going back and forth thinking, “yeah, I can do this” to “oh my god, I am gonna bomb and it is going to be so painful.” There really are some talented guys in town -- all of the comics this night were dudes -- and really quite dedicated to the craft. Of course, about half of the audience was made up of comics and I imagine that it was more terrifying than most nights to be up on stage because there were no lights on the spectators. With lights blazing on stage, it must have been like performing comedy for the void. But, for the most part, everyone delivered. Even the older dude who had a rambling bit/story/joke with no punchline about a young woman interested in breaking into porn was brilliant in its own surreal way.