I'm in Isernhagen tonight for a show, and this find is reminding me of when Steve and I, on an off day between shows in Germany, ended up in Berlin and hit up this comedy club, I think it was Cosmic Comedy Club? I just remembered someone locally told us the place would host a lot of English speaking acts.
Well, we meet this older comedian, I'll spare his name out of respect (you wouldn't know who he was anyway), that does a really smashing set for a full hour. End up talking to him after the show and we invite him to a nearby pub for drinks, where he asks us about working in the music industry, and Steve and I ask about the comedy scene.
It's almost like we hit an invisible switch when we'd ask him a question: he went from being a rather warm and laid back fella when we discussed any other subject, to the most self-fellating and condescending fucker about the "craft" when he'd discuss comedy.
I'll remind you all, this was a no-namer, and from a quick search right now, he still appears to be one. He was the Bob Levy of Europe, sans Bleu cheese. And yet, he talked like he was a George Carlin-level genius. One hour of that was enough for my brother and I to haul back to the hotel after a douche-chill overload.
Where does this ego come from? It's like comedy AIDS, which would explain Norton.
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