Firstly I had decided that my live, off the cuff, roll with the punches style (that had served me so well) was going to go down great. But I wasn’t broadcasting from my studio any more. Now I was in a proper vocal booth and there were strangers looking at me through the perspex. The other shows I had witnessed before me were brilliant. The presenters (many professional comedians) were so sharp, witty and incisive whilst always confident in their style of delivery. Now they were sipping on beers and ready to judge me. I was in the bigger boys sandpit with a little spade.
Being funny had seemed so effortless back in my studio when responding to chats, texts and calls. Now I felt trapped in a sterile one dimensional environment. Even my ally The Preshaah (host of The Killing Moon show and the person who got me on to Shoreditch radio) was far away in front of the mixing desk.
I knew my musical selection and mixing was tight, but now this was all about the words being the icing on top. Whilst there were some amusing parts (notably when I referred to being sent out in the rain to get beers, lad mags and prescription drugs) I felt I played the show way too safe. Afterwards I vowed to take far more risks, talk more and make more jokes next week. Everyone said the show was good and couldn’t believe it was my first for the station, but I knew I had better in me. Much better.
Let me know what you think.
Play first Formless Show on Shoreditch Radio
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First show was testing the water…tune in to the second show this Friday at 5pm and I guarantee you won’t want to be on any more…the humour is that shocking!