Revolutionary thoughts/ideas were had and then said.
Jim Swim – She’s An Artist (feat. ADE)
David Guetta & Martin Colveig – Thing For You (Club Mix)
I Bombed For the 1st Time
I bombed my standup set for the first time last week. It was in front of about 20 strangers. I was so embarrassed that I thought about putting the mic down and running off stage. But, I didn’t and finished my set strong – even though by then I’m sure my awkward stage presence had already stifled any genuine laughs I was going to get.
While I felt like I was sitting in a fat L, I still knew I won something too. I have a better understanding now, that every comedian fails because it’s just part of the job. And there is a “right” way to fail too. Instead of giving up and running away, I faced the crickets and distant chuckles as if I was addressing my entourage of fans on TMZ. I learned that without failure, you simply cannot succeed at standup. Because in comedy, failure is as inherent to standup as death is to life. Just like you can’t escape dying, you can’t avoid bombing (forever). I reminded myself of the comedians I’ve seen at the highest levels get boo’d off stage and yet here I was, getting a big head – thinking I might be a natural and so proud of myself for excelling at something I said I wanted to try for the first time. Bombing gave me a much needed humbled respect for the craft – and I think everyone could use it in their lives, because I’ve heard countless people suggest that they should or could do standup after I mention it’s one of my latest hobbies…(Nike, just do it y’all).
This shit ain’t for everybody and it certainly ain’t easy. That means even if your first, second, or third sets go extremely well – 1. Keep going, and 2. Your fourth might be the one. I always question why I put myself through this when I walk up on stage. I’m not trying to make it big, prove anything (other than being able to say I’m funny), or adding it to my resume. In truth, it’s the feeling I get when I hear those first chuckles, almost like they didn’t expect me to say the things I had to say. I love making people laugh…friends, co-workers, strangers – It doesn’t matter. I have yet to come across anything more empowering than getting under a spotlight and commanding an entire room to react the way I want them to react – with joy. If bombing is part of the journey towards getting to those priceless moments, I welcome it with open arms.
Episode 137: Cocaine Chix Sandwich
Amazon forest fires are a hot topic this week. The guys discuss; driving to Mexico to indulge in extracurricular activities, Popeye’s chicken sandwiches, and how to determine the true value of your Insta story.
Jidenna – 85 to Africa
Dave Chappelle – Calling 911 (from “Killin’ Them Softly”, 2000)
Episode 136: Go For It!
The guys debate whether or not they are “co-hosts” or “hosts” of the pod, welcome in another addition of “Relatable Recommendations” and talk a little shop (open mic comedy). Zack has a theory about Asian people and Octopi while Dean nails a Ryan Sheckler impression. Shop with the Amazon link on the site (TheRelatables.com) and don’t forget to Stay Relatable!
Act Natural – Right Now
Migos – Quality Control (Intro) (feat. Lil’ Yachty and Gucci Mane)
Frequency
I think I believe in love a first sight, or at least lust at first sight. But I’m not sure if I believe in soul mates. It’s a weird place to start, I know, but I’ll get there.
Maybe I’m negative, but when it comes to the sheer numbers, I think it would be a pretty sick joke to put your soul mate on the other side of the planet, or the next city over for that matter. I believe that people vibrate at different frequencies. Usually people vibrate pretty similar to their friend group. The same way “ladies” periods will line up if they live together 🤷🏾♂️. Or the way you can tell someone is from the South or foreign. Aside from vibrating on that cultural wave, people have very unique tones, based on their experiences, influences, and aspirations.
I don’t know if it’s confidence or charisma. But there is something about either having your shit together or not giving a fuck, that people can just smell on you. It’s like people have evolved to sense the realness in others. And with all the posturing and flexing, there’s something subconscious that people feel when you are genuine. It’s been my experience, that when I am truly in the moment, not caring about who is watching, or how I may look, and free of expectation. That’s when I seem to ring at my truest tone. Things seem to fall into place. I just seem like I’m in the right place at the right time, way more often. Meet new people, get invited to do new things, and am open to learning lessons that I don’t think I normally would be.
I know I said I’d get there, but idk where I was going. This is more about just being yourself and letting it ring true, to attract the positive energy that comes from vibrating at your own frequency.
August 18th
My mom was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s disease while I was in high school – We lost her when I was 24 years old, on August 18, 2016. Those were the most devastating years of my life.
She used to bake and decorate cakes professionally for all occasions – mostly weddings. But she even made up a boob cake in a blue bikini top for a Bachelor party that she thought was so hilarious. Pineapple upside down cake with Brandy was a classic she’d make for us at home. So I’m going to make it on Sunday. A cake every year for tradition.
Knowing I’ve survived 3 years now, in a world that no longer includes my amazing mother introduces a lot of complex feelings. Sometimes I still feel guilty for embracing so much joy. But I realize that my happiness has a lot to do with the lessons she instilled in me – so though gone in body she is still here. She is present in the way I let go of the small things or make efforts to be a better listener to my friends, in the way I want to give more hugs, and love as freely as she did.
August 18th is the day that death touched my life and changed me forever. There’s so much I wish I could tell her now. But mostly how much I love and miss her. And that I think of her…every. single. day.
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