I start doing stand up comedy in Dublin. I perform at the International Bar on Wicklow Street in the City Centre. This is a revelation for me. Being a Yank provides me with a slight amount of unearned status. It’s like the opposite of the politics scene. In the comedy scene, being an American gives me a little bump. My act is coming from an outsider perspective, and the Irish audiences seem to find that to be interesting enough. I have a bit about how Irish people wear full Levi’s denim outfits, drink Budweiser, smoke Marlboro Light cigarettes and eat McDonald’s while at the same time talking about how awful America is. I tell them they’re more American than I’ve ever been. They proceed to laugh at their own hypocrisy lol. We’re all having fun. I truly credit Ireland with helping me to actually become somewhat funny at doing stand up.
The Dutchman is quintessential educational theatre these days.
Hey man! Yeah, it is. Such a brilliant play