TWO DAYS until I take the stage at the historic Purple Onion. Two days until I mix new and old material to entertain friends, family and strangers. Two days until I can dance and play and be happy; be my self.
I’ve gone back and forth with my emotions on this one. Some key people in my life aren’t going to be able to make it… but in the same breath I can appreciate the ones who are able to come out to support me.
One of them being my Dad.
My Dad is a hero of mine for various reasons. The major contribution (besides genetics) is his encouragement of my creativity. If my mom taught me about being driven, my father taught me how to dream.
My dad introduced me to comic books, movies, Stephen King novels, music collecting, sports, and a slew of other things that I take very serious that the world may overlook.
The scene that my father played the most from the latter movie was where Eddie Murphy and Arsenio Hall are looking for meager accommodations.
STU, YOUR RENT’S DUE MOTHERFUCKER!
He must have played this scene 30 times in a row once, it’s beats and punchline ingrained into my very existence.
It was moments like this and movies like these that started my obsession with the art form and my Dad was right next to me plugging away information about this Bruce or that Foxx. And this was when I was 7 to about 14, but he did not allow my age to be a factor in me appreciating amazingly funny ideas and ideals.
When I told him I started doing comedy he was a bit surprised. He knew I was funny but he also knew I was shy (he found that out the hard way when he tried to teach how to spit game to women). Also there is a discrepancy between my father and my comic theory. I’m a very dry, he’s very guttural and we bounce opinions in between. Regardless, he’s supported me and my comic endeavors and I’m glad to make him proud as I take center stage at the Purple Onion.