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GICF Solo Show – (J)ordinary World, 12th March 2016

After a couple of years away from stand-up, during which I wrote 150 articles for my Embrace The Absurdity blog, I have decided to do my first solo show this year. Poster, descriptions, and ticket links follow below. I hope you can make it along, I expect it to be a one-off.

If you buy tickets online in advance, you will be entered into a draw to win some comedy DVDs – details here.

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TICKETS: http://www.seetickets.com/event/jordan-r-a-mills-j-ordinary-world/yesbar/923410

Facebook Event Page: https://www.facebook.com/events/1488221281506109/

GICF page: http://www.glasgowcomedyfestival.com/shows/1237

 

 


Gig 84: The Halt Bar, 21st March 2013

At the time of writing, I have just done seven gigs in the past twelve days and need to write about the last six of them. With a number of consecutive gigs, some of them completely impromptu, and other activities such as guiding a comedy pub crawl and participating in a protest march against the Tory cu(n)ts, combined with general sleep deprivation, my memory of some of these gigs is now sketchy at best.

This was a Thursday night, and an additional (abbreviated) evening of Pop-Up Comedy followed a “Best Of Fife” compilation show. I knew I could arrive later, as I wouldn’t be on until the first show was over, and although I would’ve liked to see closer Teddy public transport meant I missed him.

The front two rows were comprised entirely of foreigners, which sounds a lot more disparaging than is intended. I forget the nationalities, but I think there were some French, Finnish, Swedish, and maybe some German people amongst them.

Malky was compering, asking the French girl if she was “in Seine” for leaving Paris for Glasgow. Had I heard that, I might have instructed him to “Louvre alone.” I’m not sure if puns translate well into other languages, although I’ve heard that German is so precise that such wordplay is nigh on impossible.

Jimmy Bread opened, with his Invisible Band, and while he was on I realised that nobody had yet removed the mic from the stand. There has been an issue lately, and so I summoned Malky over to ask him if I would be hit with deafening crackling if I was to remove and hold the microphone. He assured me that it would be okay, but that I would become inaudible if I held the mic too far away, and indecipherable if I held it too close. This was just what I needed to hear – that there was a very definite but unidentifiable required distance between the mic and my mouth.

On stage, I first asked if the audience could hear me okay. There was abject silence. I asked again, this time to a few unenthusiastic cheers of acknowledgement. Jesus!

With most of my keywords listed on my hand, I proceeded to alternately run through the current series of one-liners that form a vage story arc or two, and just deadpan honestly to the audience that I hate comedy, and that this (their silence) is partly why. Paul McDaniel later told me that he loved it when I ad-libbed and explained away the reading from my hand by saying “Some of these jokes are new, and some of them will be shit, let’s face it.”

Bits got laughs, bits didn’t. I ad-libbed a fair bit, trying to generate any laughter at all, but the audience was largely subdued. It was a weird one. The venue was packed – most of the seats were taken – but while nobody laughed, similarly nobody left. Very strange. Maybe it was European politeness or something, or maybe – like in Beckett’s Waiting For Godot – they figured if they stuck around long enough they would be greeted by what they were holding out for (laughter, in this case, rather than the titular tramp.)

Paul had a great set, and he remains one of the funniest acts I have seen, and one I always endeavour to see as his comedy is part philosophy, part absurdity, and partly just silly.

I think Geoff might have been on, Struan Logan definitely was, as were Ray Zambino and closer Will Setchell – back up from Manchester for one week only. The night was owned, for me, by Brother Rizzler and Brother Zuma. Nev and Jamie Rolland proceeded to present a ten-minute skit that led on from, and yet was significantly different to, the ten minutes they had done just two days previously. This time, they took their chosen audience member around the other side of the pub on a trip to see a third character, played by Ray, with lots of ad-libbing, occasional glances at the unmemorised script, and a completely different and unexpected ending.

I haven’t seen enough character acts or double acts, or even sketch groups, to say just how good these guys are. Being subjective, I find them to be one of the funniest and most interesting – and entertaining – new acts on the circuit. Hopefully they will develop further, they definitely have the invention, the innovation, and the potential to do a lot with this.

I think that’s more or less it. The room was reasonably busy, and people stayed until the end. It was a strange gig though, and not one of my best. Although, conversely, also not one of my worst.


Guest Appearances, Music Videos, And Comedy.

Somewhere in the region of a month ago, Ross Main requested extras for a music video he was making with my occasional collaborators at the Production Attic. It was a narrative illustration of his song “Johnny Three Balls”, sung in the guise of his acclaimed alter-ego Dogshit Johnson.

I volunteered, willing as ever to help my friends out with their creative projects. I am also appreciative of the people who gave their time to appear as extras in my own video, when we filmed “Jerry Generic“, so this was a karmic way to pass the favour on. It’s a good thing I felt that way, as it was a weekday during working hours and it transpired that I was the only person able to turn up besides Ross (in character) and Geoff Gawler who was assuming the title role.

It would be funnier anyway, it was agreed on the day, that the crowd shot of people dancing would be reduced to shots of an enthusiastic  audience of one. Me.

As requested, I dressed “hick” in an open checked shirt over a white t-shirt, on top of my jeans. I slicked my hair back – followers of this blog will notice that I have long since abandoned my once-infamous mohawk and have been growing my hair out for the past eighteen months. The result is something that is usually tied back into a ponytail, which has led to more comparisons to Steven Seagal than I wish to count, but which I was able to comb and spray into something resembling a mullet. The look was finished with the addition of a stick-on moustache.

They shot footage of me dancing for the entire duration of the three-minute song, pulling out and creating all manner of ridiculous moves. I later said to the director that people will watch this and think either that I am fearless, or that I am an idiot. He suggested it might be both. Fearlessly idiotic. Whether you think I am brave, or stupid, this video will probably reinforce your opinion.

With nobody else available for the other roles, I stepped in to look annoyed next to “Johnny” at the bar, and also played his foil in the shot where he lays down his hand of cards. I think the term Supporting Artist applies fully in this instance. I had fun. There were other days of filming with just Ross and Geoff, and the result is every bit as impressive as I would expect from all those involved.

Dogshit’s solo show is on at The State Bar on Friday 15th March. Tickets are ¬£6, and you should go. He’s one of the best acts out there at this level, and one of the only character acts I enjoy watching.

The video is here: