From the Market Table to the Mic

From the Market Table to the Mic

Tonight, I tried something a little different.

I headlined at the Boomerang, and instead of a string of punchlines, I told a ten-minute story about Wales and colonialism. History braided through humor like it had somewhere important to be.

Colonialism might not be the most obvious choice for a comedy set.

It went… okay.

Not in a catastrophic way. Not in a standing ovation, I have ascended to comedic legend way either. Just somewhere honest in the middle. The kind of “okay” where you can feel the edges of something working, even if it hasn’t fully found its shape yet.

One of the other comedians told me afterward that he was locked in the whole time. And honestly, that meant more to me than a huge laugh would have. It meant the story held. It meant the thread didn’t break.

And that’s what I was really trying to do.

This week feels a little like standing in multiple worlds at once.

On Thursday, my class performs.

On Friday, Something Else takes the stage at 7 pm, followed by the Risqué Show at 9.

And just a few nights ago, I was at the Obscure Art Market, set up behind a single table, talking to people about strange little creatures and story-soaked images. It was a solid sales night, which felt good, especially for a smaller setup. But more than that, it felt alive.

Conversations, curiosity, and people lingering a little longer than they had to.

There’s something grounding about that. About watching someone pick up a piece of your work and decide it belongs in their world now.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how all of this overlaps.

The art.

The performances.

The writing.

They don’t feel like separate paths anymore. They feel like different doors into the same house.

Somewhere in the middle of all of it, I’ve been quietly working on a new book. I’m about halfway through, which feels less like progress and more like standing in the center of something I built myself, hoping the far side reveals itself eventually.

It lives in that same threshold space as everything else right now. Story first, always story.

If you’re local and looking for something to do this week, come see a show. Or don’t. No pressure. This isn’t that kind of invitation.

But if you do come, just know you’re stepping into something that’s still being shaped in real time, not polished, not finished, but very, very alive.

And I think that’s the point.

Next time, I’ll tell you how the story settles, or how it changes.

Because it will. It always does.