Monday, March 23, 2015
I've been emceeing comedy shows for about 5 years now, so let me start this blog post with this disclaimer...NO, I DO NOT KNOW, OR THINK I KNOW, EVERYTHING ABOUT HOSTING; however, over the years I've had a lot of comedians come up to me and ask me advice on how to host. So I assume, I must be doing something right. Which made me start to think about passing on some tips that I've found useful over the years of being an emcee to other comics. So here's a couple quick tips that I've discovered might help out someone who is thinking about hosting or wants to host for the first time. Again, disclaimer, I DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HOSTING, but these are a few things that I picked up along the way either from watching other hosts, veteran comics, or learned on my own that I always try to remember while hosting. So, I'd like to pass them along to you in hopes that it points you in the right direction or even helps you discovering your own emcee formula.
Hell, I love talking about comedy. I love talking about hosting. Hosting is a completely different muscle to flex in the stand-up comedy world. It's a mix of actual stand-up, improv, and basic conversation skills. A solid host can double their chances of getting more work than a regular stand-up, especially outside of New York City. What producer or club WOULDN'T want a solid, engaging, respectful, funny host to take the helm of the ship!?
The first thing that I always found myself saying to comics who asked host advice was, "just be present." Be IN the room with the audience. Be AWARE of what is going on around you and the audience. Remember, the whole show isn't about you. You're the host. You're going to be the first person that they see incorporated with the show. You're welcoming the audience into the venue, whether it be a comedy club, a VFW, or a bar. Make them feel comfortable and safe with you. Mention that it's going to be a great show/a solid lineup/a fun night... you know, anything you tell someone on a first date. It's like you invited all these people into your house and you brought along a couple friends (the other comedians) to make sure they have a good time tonight. You're basically going to be the cheerleader for the beginning of the show. You have to bring the energy up and make the audience truly feel that they're in for a fun night! When I host I try to think of myself as 1 part WWE wrestler and 1 part Green Day (you guys ever see them in concert? They're pretty exciting...plus they make huge venues feel intimate) Anyways, with all that being said, get to know the room and audience TOGETHER. You AND the audience are going on this journey TOGETHER, so you want them to trust you and feel welcomed. Get to know certain audience members, ask where they're from, what they do for a living, if they're married, dating, have kids, etc. I've even gone as random to ask an audience member "If Sally Jesse Raphael and Ricki Lake got in a fight, and the winner gets their talk show back on the air, who would win?" (Don't actually get this playful and random until you feel comfortable hosting) Spread the questions around the room, don't just focus on 1 or 2 audience members up front. A lot of people DREAD AND FEEEEAR THE FRONT ROW CAUSE I DON'T WANNA BE PICKED ON. Get everyone involved! Make sure you always repeat someone's answer into the microphone so EVERYONE knows their answer. Remember, you're all in this together now, so everyone wants and needs to know what is going on IN the room WITH you. Give certain people nicknames. You can even have certain stock nicknames in your arsenal. For example, any time I see a table of women with 1 man sitting with them, I refer to them as "The Mormon Sister Wives." The trick is making it seem as if it's happening right off the top of your head in that moment. Be interested, smile and conversational with them. If you're genuine, they're going to go on the journey with you.
Once you start getting answers from the audience, look for ways to camouflage your material around/into/about their answers. Depending on how much time you have up front, fire off the quicker jokes that you might have in your repertoire based of the answers they're giving you. Don't go into a long 4-5min bit, because odds are, if you're on a showcase for a club on the road, you might have to fill some more time between the feature and the headliner. If you don't have to fill time and the comic before the next comic did well, just keep riding that wave of momentum into the next comic... remember, this isn't about you. So if you're talking to an audience member about who they're dating, toss in your quick one liner about your dating life. If you don't have any material about certain topics or professions that the audience is mentioning to you, just say the first thing that comes to your mind. Don't second guess yourself. Whatever your instinct is, go with it. Again, that shows that you're being in the moment and you're being real with the audience. You can be a lot more vulnerable and playful with an audience as a host than you can in a normal stand-up set.
Last but not least, just have fun up there. Have as much fun as this guy right here...
If it's evident that you're having fun and you're excited to be there then the audience is going to match that AND give even more back to you and the rest of the show. Get comfortable. Smile. Own the stage. As Judge Judy says, "this is my playpen." It's YOUR playpen! You're up there for a reason. You want to entertain people, make them laugh, and help them forget about their problems for the 90mins that they're sitting in that room. This is their night out! They made plans, paid money, maybe got a babysitter for their kids, traveled to the show somehow, probably got a 2 drink minimum, killed a hooker along the way. You don't know! Point is, they're looking for a fun and memorable night. So give it to them.
So. Be present. Be energetic. And have fun.
Now, go bring up the next comic.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Hello. My name is Adam Lucidi and I am a comedian in New York City. I perform all across the county at comedy clubs, colleges, fundraisers, etc. I am writing you in regards to request that I be named among the elite known as "Twitter Verified." I'm aware that you get thousands of requests a day from the general public but I have recently been scouring Twitter & the requirements of being Verified. Whoa, I even capitalize the word Verified as if it's a God.
As stated above, I recently looked over the requirements and your support page states:
"Verification is currently used to establish authenticity of identities of key individuals and brands on Twitter. Twitter verifies accounts on an ongoing basis to make it easier for users to find who they're looking for. We concentrate on highly sought users in music, acting, fashion, government, politics, religion, journalism, media, sports, business, and other key interest areas. We are constantly updating our requirements for verification. Note, verification does not factor in follower count or Tweet count."
I am the only Adam Lucidi in the Twittersphere and as a comedian I am creating a brand and fan base of amazing followers and people...but more on that below:
"We don't accept verification requests from the general public, but we encourage you to continue using Twitter in a meaningful way, and you may be verified in the future. Please note that follower count is not a factor in determining whether an account meets our criteria for verification."
This guideline really stood out to me, as I embody it with my Twitter account. I joined Twitter in March of 2012...yes, I was a late bloomer; however, I have used Twitter to create friendships, contacts, & gigs for not only myself, but for other followers. Twitter is about community and being connected to one another. I'm sure that you're already aware but in one corner of your Twittersphere on Monday nights is a revolution of live tweeting from WWE's Monday Night Raw. Or as your trending worldwide section may see it, #RAW. What started as me live tweeting jokes about a television show to my 54 followers has evolved into a ritual every Monday night with my now 2700+ strong followers. I understand that "verification does not factor in follower or Tweet count," which is exactly why I am reaching out to you. I don't have hundreds of thousands of bought followers to impress people looking at my account, I have real people behind my brand. Each with their own unique stories, quirks, faults, AND humor! Twitter has connected me with other wrestling fans who have now become fans AND friends of my stand-up comedy. I've met these people in person (going against everything MTV's Catfish has taught us) and have shared laughs, drinks, dinner, Wrestlemania, photos, shows, etc.
Buzzfeed writers, Huffington Post editors, & Vine personalities have all been Verified and they do the EXACT same thing that I do...bring people together by humor & common interests. So in conclusion, I respectfully request the council of @verified to review my account and consider helping me expand my brand to bring even more people together through humor...and wrestling.
Thank you for your time.
Adam Lucidi (@adamlucidi)
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Truer words have never been spoken. If you haven't guessed by the opening quote, this blog is obviously going to be about a girl. A cute girl. An awesome girl. An awesomely cute girl that enjoys video games, zombies, wrestling, Mt. Dew, AND Taco Bell. Wait a minute...I enjoy all those things too! This should've been a perfect match, no?
Look, I'm not saying that this girl was my soulmate. I don't even think the word soulmate should be used when it comes to relationships. The word soulmate is the type of word used by teenage girls when they're describing their BFF. Totes mcgoats! But what I WILL say is that I felt something that I've only felt once before...something that scared me and something that I haven't uttered to anyone before.
Maybe I should just start at the beginning because this thing goes all the way back to last year. After dating a girl, who we'll refer to as Jigglypuff (the same girl from the blog entry entitled, "Welp...it's me again") I felt a connection that I've never felt before. As time went on, I realized that connection could, and did, blossom into the dreaded L word, "love." So after dating Jigglypuff, I knew what connection I was looking for and didn't want to settle for less. I dated a few girls here and there...nothing. So it was easy to just pick up, move on, and not get caught up. Eventually, I came across the girl that this blog is about. Let's refer to her as, Summer. Seems fitting.
So Summer and I went out on a date! I went back to the motherland of southwest Pennsylvania, JUST to go out on this date pretty much. She seemed legitimately excited...and nervous. Hell, I was too. So what better way to put us both at ease than surround ourselves with something we both love...video games. We went to Dave and Buster's and I had an absolute blast. Me, on a date, with a cute girl, surrounded by video games?! Hell yeah. How can THAT get any better? Welp, I noticed pretty quickly that I could be myself around her. She understood my humor. She 'got me.' Once again, there was no need to put on "the act" that most people put on during the first date. It was one of those first dates where you just have fun. You enjoy being around the person. I'm a strong believer in it doesn't matter where you go, but who you're with. She whooped my ass in some video games. And I made her laugh, a lot. That's a fair trade.
Needless to say, the date was a success. We talked to each other a little more, but, as I tend to do, I started to become attracted to her too fast. Timing has never been one of my strong-suits. Summer was in a weird place in her life, with school, dancing, work, and family. There was a lot on her plate and I respect(ed) that. I rushed it. The reason I rushed it was because I felt that same connection I felt when I dated Jigglypuff, so I wanted to try and make time count. God, I hate time and timing! So the texts started to come few and far between then eventually I tapped out and let Summer deal with her hectic life.
Time went on, I kept doing my thing, and Summer and I remained friends. Tweeting, texting, Facebooking. So Summer was always somehow in my peripheral vision. Maybe that's why I never fully got over her. But low and behold, fast forward to the last few months of 2012, Summer and I began talking again and the feelings were still there after all that time, on both ends apparently. I knew I still liked her, but to hear her say that she never stopped liking me either made me happy. I thought to myself, 'hmm, maybe she felt/feels the connection too.' It was always hard to read Summer. She was never really good at sharing her feelings and letting me know what was going on in her head. That lead to me being in the dark most of the time and just having to trust my gut instinct and just go with it. So to hear her say that she never stopped liking me was huge...or so I thought. So once again, the texts began to fly more and more and things were almost right back to where we left off the first time.
I was going to be home for the holidays and I knew that I would actually have a decent amount of time to see her, but the main thing that I was focused on was having her as my date for a New Year's Eve party. You get to kiss your date at midnight on New Year's Eve! Whatta romantic comedy movie moment!! God, I'm sucha sappy, corny, goon. Unfortunately, Summer couldn't get off of work in time to come to the party with me, and instead, I was stuck with a gangly, braced faced, slob with b.o. named Crystal (or Krystal...I bet it was Krystal. That's more disgusting and trashy) hanging all over me on New Year's Eve. Hilarious. But the thing that Summer said to me was almost as good as a midnight kiss. She told me that 2012 was a shitty year for her and that she was so happy and thankful that I became a part of her life. She seemed to be opening up to me and actually shared some real feelings.
I always liked making Summer laugh and cheering her up. Matter of fact, that was my favorite thing to do for/with her...make her happy. Whether it be acting like a fool and yelling for Carl during a Zombie 5K or just texting her a quick laugh to cheer her up when she was having a shit-sandwich day, I loved doing it. So of course I planned on surprising her on Valentine's Day with some flowers and a zombie Valentine's card...yes a zombie Valentine's card! Why wouldn't I?! Oh yeah, that's right...cause I'm usually a bitter little fuck when it comes to all the relationship, engagement, and marriage photos being stuffed down my throat in my Facebook newsfeed. But hell, it was going to make Summer happy...and in turn it was going to make me happy making Summer happy. She deserved it. She's awesome! She loved the flowers...and I think she may have loved the card even more.
But, no matter how much I kept trying to follow my heart and just go with it, I always had the hunch that history was going to repeat itself. It was almost the exact same time of the year that it was last year when her "life was hectic." Again, she had school, teaching, graduating, dancing, jobs, and who knows what else. Did I mention how much I hate time/timing?? So of course I kept worrying that I was going to end up hurt again but I still kept trying to show her how much she meant to me, regardless of the distance and regardless of where our lives were.
Her final dance concert was going to be coming up and I knew that I wanted to finally see her in action. I planned way ahead of time to try and surprise her by just showing up, but I'm apparently an 8 year old kid when it comes to surprises and I spilled the beans before the dance concert, so she knew I was coming...and she was uber excited, and nervous, that I was coming. Hell, I was nervous! So I went, and she was un-freakin-believable! She had so much energy! You could tell she was having fun while she was up there! I was literally smiling out loud while I watched her!
So what went wrong? I'm not sure.
Maybe it was her. Maybe it was me.
Maybe I fell for her too hard...again.
Maybe her life was once again, hectic.
Everything from the first time around was still there the 2nd time around...except this time, she was going to be graduating college and starting to build a foundation for an adult life.
I'm already building a foundation. A dream. And I've been out of college for about 5 years now. But the career that I've chosen isn't a traditional 9 to 5 job. I do what I want, when I want. I don't have a "boss" that I have to answer to. I make my schedule. That was still one of the things that scared Summer. The distance. Distance that I know that I could, and would, make work. Not because I had to make it work, but because I wanted to make it work...because I cared about Summer. I tried to show that I cared about her. Like I said, making her happy made me happy.
But Summer apparently couldn't put the same amount of effort into this like I could. So it's not fair to me. I understand that. Again, I respect that. I need to stop thinking that everything is going to work out like a romantic comedy movie. Girls don't randomly realize that she likes a guy while a montage of memories plays in their head while the song The Wallflowers "One Headlight" or some other 90s alternative rock song plays in the background. Girls don't show up at your apartment doorstep after rushing through traffic in the pouring rain while Gin Blossoms "Follow You Down" plays in the background. This is the real world. There's a line in (500) Days of Summer that says it perfectly...
"It's these cards and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache."
It's true. We think that relationships can pan out like all these movies and pop songs...but they don't. Sometimes they do. But most times, you end up disappointed and heartbroken. You're left in a wake of pre-chewed excuses. It's not you, it's me. You get strung along. Your brain and heart get played with. They don't realize they're doing it. They don't realize that the things they say ultimately can, and will, hurt you. Summer made me truly believe that she had changed from the first time around. She made me believe that she really liked me.
Welp, I guess I might as well say it since you're still reading this far...the fact of the matter is (and I can't believe I'm admitting this...and typing it) I fell in love with Summer. There's just something about her. I honestly can't figure it out. I guess it's the kind of falling in love that doesn't make sense. The kind of falling in love that gives you a smile waking up to a text from her. The kind of falling in love that would make you drive 5 and a half hours to see her dance her little heart out only to turn around the same night and drive 5 and a half hours back to New Jersey. The kind of falling in love knowing that she would rather have The Zombie Surivial Guide as a gift rather than any kind of jewelry. The kind of falling in love that is simple as just the two of you sitting in your car while she judges your iPod. The kind of falling in love that makes you want to fight for her.
I'm starting to think that kind of falling in love isn't real anymore.
Adam Lucidi has come to terms on the release of love. We wish them all the best in their future endeavors.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
I've been a wrestling fan for awhile now. Frankly, it's the one last thing that I have from my childhood that I still try to hold onto. I don't know if it's because I've become jaded or have simply grown up, but I'm starting to become convinced that I should "future endeavor" the WWE from my Monday night routine.
Monday Night Raw celebrated it's 1,000th episode tonight. Something that has never been done for a "weekly episodic" program...believe me, I know. They've shoved it down our throats for years.
"HEY WWE UNIVERSE, DID YOU KNOW THAT THE SIMPSONS, SEINFELD, & THE NBA AIN'T GOT SHIT ON US!"
So of course with the 1,000th episode approaching, the WWE began to hype it up for one of the most historic, monumental, unforgettable nights the WWE FANS, would ever see with a 3 hour long extravaganza!!
Wait a minute. WWE Legends are gonna be there?? People that we grew up with and watched over the years!!?
Stone Cold Steve Austin???
MAE YOUNG'S HAND SON!!!!!!!!
Odds are, if you've read this far, you're a wrestling fan and want to actually read this. I should also assume that you know what's going on in the current storylines. If you don't, then this is going to be one helluva confusing read for you.
We started the night with the DX reunion! The dynamic duo of HBK & Triple H were FINALLY joined by The New Age Outlaws & a very winded X-Pac. Now, considering that we had the DX reunion (w Triple H included) & Brock Lesnar's response to Triple H's challenge at Summerslam lined up for the night, the creative & logical thing to do would be combine these 2 segments into one. First of all, I dunno who is craving for a Triple H/Brock Lesnar match. There isn't even a real feud here. But yet, WWE makes sure to show us video recaps of shit that happened months prior with Triple H, Lesnar, & the only entertaining part of the mix, Paul Heyman. Secondly, considering that there is no real steam for this "big ol' fight" wouldn't it be smart for DX to be firing up the crowd, having a good ol' time, only to have Brock Lesnar ruin the party and completely decimate DX?? Wouldn't that create some actual heat for Lesnar? Something everyone has been waiting for, the entire DX Army (minus Chyna's man jaw), to be beaten down by one war machine, Brock Lesnar. Cause you know, who is supposed to take Lesnar serious? He got beat by Cena a couple months ago, then "quit." Lesnar's credibility and character has been driven into the ground...and Triple H is going to make sure the tombstone is put into place come Summerslam.
I'm so happy that Mae Young's Hand Son made an appearance. Cause I would often find myself watching Monday Night Raw thinking, 'Hmmm, I hope Mae Young's Hand Son is doing okay. I wonder if he ever made it into community college?' Those are the ridiculous and unfunny segments that WWE comes up with that makes it really difficult for me to defend wrestling when I'm talking about it to normal people.
And when the fuck did Raw become QVC with Michael Cole and Jerry Lawler!!?!!? The product placement made me want to throw a brick through my television.
"HOLY HELL, SONIC IS HERE DELIVERING SOME TATOR TOTS AND MILKSHAKES. MMMMM!"
"BRAWLING BUDDIES ARE BEING HANDED OUT! MINE TALKS!!"
Hey assholes, I remember when they were called Wrestling Buddies. Don't try and fake me out.
"LET'S TALK TO CHARLIE SHEEN 8 TIMES TONIGHT TO TRY AND SHOW THE WORLD THAT THE WWE IS STILL RELEVANT!"
"OH YEAH, AND DON'T FORGET WWE UNIVERSE...TOUT! TOUT! TOUT! TOUT! TOUT! TOUT!"
Hey everybody! JR is back!!!!!!!!!! Annnnnnnnnd, now he's gone. Tout. Why!!? Jim Ross made me actually give a shit about Sheamus in a matter of 2mins. He also made Alberto Del Rio sound like an actual contender based off his hunger for gold in a matter of 30 seconds.
You guys remember when Jack Swagger was World Champion? Neither does WWE Creative.
Speaking of champions, The Miz won the Intercontinental Championship. And frankly, I wasn't too confident in The Miz, especially considering the way Bret "The Hitman" Hart (the man who has the charisma of a fire hydrant) introduced him before the match. "AND CHRISTIAN'S OPPONENT...ehh, Miz?" It came off as disrespectful and dickish.
I dunno, maybe I'm being the definition of "a mark" right now. But it angers me that a show that I've watched for so long has gotten worse and worse. Again, I dunno if it's because I'm finally growing up...or if it's because WWE just doesn't care anymore.
I mean, they have to care, right?? That's why the CEO of a billion dollar corporation would put an unstable teenage girl in charge of his flagship show, right!? I mean, we've had William Regal, Teddy Long, Vickie, Ric Flair, Paul Heyman, Eric Bishoff, Stephanie McMahon...hell, even Mike Adamle, John Laurinaitis, and a laptopping leprechaun! A mentally unstable teenage girl is the perfect choice! What the hell was that job interview like!!?
Vince - "AJ, I think you could be General Manager of Raw, what do you think??"
AJ - "Pokemon & silly bands!"
Vince - "You're hired."
Oh, by the way, The Muppets had more screen time than Stone Cold Steve Austin. That's right. The man that revolutionized Monday Night Raw didn't even show up. Maybe Austin has been watching the show & didn't wanna be a part of the shit show. I know how they could've used him though. Stone Cold Steve Austin could've been the huge payoff for The Heath Slater Anti-Legend Killer Variety Hour. But nope-a-dope, we got Lita instead...surrounded by the goon squad barrage we've already seen in the upcoming weeks leading into Raw 1000. Rikishi & Doink, I still love you both though.
So maybe I'm bitter. Maybe this post is just a bunch of random thoughts strung together. Or maybe WWE just doesn't have that same magic that it did when we were younger. Monday Night Raw used to be the cool thing to do. You'd watch it, stay up late, and then talk about what Stone Cold Steve Austin drove into the arena or mimic The Rock the next day at school. Maybe there aren't characters that are as captivating as Austin, Rock, Undertaker, Angle, Jericho, Kane, etc.
As fans, we know the ins and outs. We start to get smart with WWE's booking and know the outcome of things before WWE does. (I.E. CM Punk's heel turn is going to end by being fed to John Cena) We've always known that it's fake. But it was still entertaining.
Tonight's 1,000th episode was supposed to be historic. And it was, a historic letdown. I can't imagine how angry I would've felt if this was a PPV and I had to shell out $60 to watch it.
And now, we go into a new era of Raw being 3 hours every week. If tonight was a glimpse of what every 3 hour episode is going to be like, well...
"Adam Lucidi has come to terms on the release of World Wrestling Entertainment. He wishes them all the best in their future endeavors."
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
So I've finally put the finishing touches on the apartment here in Jersey and I began to creep around the ol' Facebook and ended up reading my note that I posted back in July about wasting time and being prepared for the unexpected...well before that and on the ride up here, I did a lot of thinking, probably more than usual...and I've concluded that there is only one thing to do to get it all out there in the open, and that is to write yet another blog...
I want to start by thanking the roommates of 217, both old tenants and new tenants, mainly for the fact that in some of my most important years of my life, you were there for me when it mattered and when it didn't...what can you say about 3-4 years of inside jokes, screaming, parties and people who became family in a matter of months? I know what I could say about it...I love you all and I thank you for being my brothers....and sister. Even though we are all on our separate paths right now, I want you to know that the same rule applies anywhere in life as it did in that house...my door is always open, all hours of the night, for you to wander into and bullshit with me.......just make sure the monkey isn't on the door knob
Now as I finish that paragraph, a lot of you might think, "why is he doing this now? He graduated way back in May." Well yeah, but with something as big as this move is, I feel that it's necessary to acknowledge the people who supported me and was a huge part of my life in the years leading up to this move.
Speaking of thanks and being all grown up and graduated, I would like to thank everyone in the Theatre department at Cal, for not only welcoming me in with open arms when I was in college, but for allowing me to come back one more time and performing again with some of the most talented group of performers I've ever seen. Both while being at Cal and graduated, I worked with some of the most creative and talented people that I came into contact with and I wish you ALL the best of luck in everything that you do. There were more than one occasion where I felt more at home with the classes and faculty and students than I did in my own major when I went there. I thank all of you extremely talented actors and actresses for sharing laughs with me and allowing me to be apart of a department that I should have been affiliated with since day one at Cal. BAM!
While driving to New Jersey, I thought of all the love and support that I have behind me throughout this move. Both with very close friends, and by complete strangers. Strangers that I would be serving at The Goose and would wish me luck and "hope to see me soon on television"...now of course they aren't going to see this, but hey...it's my blog, and I can do what I want...
I'm beginning to realize that I have all these opportunities and resources at my disposal, and I couldn't be more happy and more scared at the same time...
As for all the close friends who have stuck with me through all these years, and have shared many things with me, from secrets, to inside jokes, to laughs, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love and support that you have given me since knowing you. I now realize that my hometown is something that I will ALWAYS hold dear to my heart, no matter where I am in the country, or the world, because throughout the years, I have seen that there are amazing people in this world who will cheer for you no matter what. I know now that my family and friends are what molded me into what I am today, and as I type this "note", I want you all to know that I love you with all of my heart and will take all that love and support that you gave me through the years and wrap myself in it day after day, night after night, and performance after performance.
If I haven't said it enough yet, I love you southwest PA and I thank you for starting this journey with me, and continuing it with me by my side.