Last week I talked to a guy (27ish) who told me his dream job is to write for Saturday Night Live.
Me: Awesome man. where do you do up?
Him: Huh? What does that mean?
Me: What clubs do you perform at? Do you work new stuff on open mics?
Him: Oh, I have never done stand-up. I thought about it. I have SO many funny scenarios.
Me: Oh, that’s cool, you do improv?
Him: Oh no. I’m not interested in improv.
Me: Oh. Well, you know 75% of SNL are improv performers. The rest are comics.
Him: Yeah, but I just wanna write funny stuff for them.
Me: So you at least have a youtube channel where you get your ideas out, or maybe a book or two.
Me: Good luck man.
I could have ended the conversation there, but I decided to circle back. I mean, I’m 99.9% sure this will never go anywhere, but who knows.
So instead of laughing in his face, I described how at one point I had an 8-5 job and did open mics 4-5 nights a week (in a Zero market), drove out of town for ANY gig, did a 72 hour drive across country to a comedy festival in 70 hours (plus show time), flew out to LA for a TV spot at the Ice House that didn’t cover my trip and squeezed as many mics in while I was there, the weekend I did comedy in 4 states from Va to CA, to MA, to PA.
I told him I gave up going to mics each night when we adopted, but kept going with charity gigs, youtube videos, writing on various blogs, podcasts, etc.
I finished by saying, “I know an open mic this week, friends with the guy that runs it, and I’ll make sure you get on.”
Him: Well I don’t have anything ready.
Me: It doesn’t matter, you just have to go up.
Me: No buts. You just have to go up.
I haven’t heard from him since.
Christian has had many roles in life. He’s been a minister’s son, a poor student, a computer geek, a bible college dropout, a corporate suit, a traveling comedian, and a failure at much he’s tried. But he counts two huge successes in his life. He is husband to a wonderful wife, and father of two exceptional kids he wanted, a third ‘surprise baby’, and a In 2015, they met yet another surprise, as their fourth (and prayerfully last) child defeated birth control with her sheer will to exist.