Why Ben ‘Smiles’?

Why Ben ‘Smiles’?

Because it’s another ‘Ben’ name I wouldn’t mind being known by. Not that I want to though. As it is I’ve already been known by a few Ben names in my time: Ben Serious Singer-songwriter; Ben Novelist, Ben Actor, Ben Cheeseburger Maker (hey, in high school a teenager’s gotta make a buck anyway he can) and even Ben Male Receptionist (it was only a temporary position but it still gave me new respect for a role which requires an especially high level of bladder self-management).

Now, I’ve got a new ‘job’ as @ComedianBen and all I’ve got to do is remember to keep smiling.

It’s not that I want to deny any of those past Bens, but as I move forward in following my childhood dream of performing stand up comedy I’ve been prompted to once again face up to the old question of ‘Who am I?’ And the answer has led me back to what my mates called me in school; what my friends and relatives call me now, and what I feel most comfortable answering to: Ben Mitchell.

Yes, Benjamin Grant Mitchell is the name on my birth certificate and two novels (and original name of this blog) but most people just call me Ben. I have done a post on this subject before though, so I won’t go over the interesting list of other Ben Mitchell’s I’ve found but what I WILL do is answer my own question about what can I do to ‘separate myself from the pack of other ‘Ben Mitchells’ out there.

Nothing. Now, I’m just going to be me—my version of the very popular name: Ben Mitchell.

I feel a bit silly saying this too because who really cares what I call myself? No one. No one but me. And the reason other people don’t care what my name is is, as Shakespeare said, ‘what’s in a name?’ A burger by any other, and all that. The important thing isn’t what we’re called but what we DO; how do I treat others, what vibe (and smell) do I bring into a room?

Sure, I’m not always clowning around but I do always like to laugh, and make others laugh also.

And while it may have taken me a bit longer than most to come to a clear realization about what is most important to me and what I want to concentrate my creative energies on, I am happy to say I’ve got there. Back to the dream I had as a kid. No, not my dream of having my own personal piss-bucket under the desk at my receptionist job—my dream to be a stand-up comic.

But with only TWO gigs under my stand-up belt so far it’s not like I should be calling up Letterman to ask why he hasn’t called ME yet. It’s early days, Ben!

And though humour has always been part of my creative life—whether as a funny song on a mostly ‘earnest’ album, or the humour in my other writing (novels, plays, blogs), I’ve just begun this new phase of my creative life so will need to be patient. With myself mostly.

And who am I?

Ben Mitchell.

But feel free to call me ‘Smiles’!

:)

Finding Your Funny Voice

Finding-Your-Funny-Voice

If it is true that ‘seriousness is a disease of the ego’ then I reckon the purpose of life is simply to find your funny voice.

What could be more spiritually rewarding than not taking oneself too seriously? Or the world, for that matter?

Sure, there is suffering and pain and repeat television but what of the bigger picture? What about the fact that we are in this ‘life’ game both alone and together. We are one and we are many.

What? Am I writing lyrics for pop anthems now?

No. I am writing a blog. And the purpose of this blog is to have an outlet. A reaching hand. A virtual conversation between me, a guy sitting at his computer late at night (after watching Mad Men with the Missus, while downing a Don Draper’s worth of drinks) and you, a mildy interested web-surfing dude-ess (or dude—I know I’m not the only boy blogger in the world).

But what have I got to say? What is the conversation today?

What I would like to talk about is how, even in what can seem a saturated story ‘market’, I think there are still great stories out there waiting to be discovered. If watching Mad Men has taught me anything it is that first impressions can be wrong and stories I thought I might not be interested in at first can turn out to be gripping, uplifting and…yes, funny.

So, that’s how it went (and goes) with me and Mad Men. Maybe that’s how it might go with you and Zippin Pippin.

Elvis always delivers!

Elvis always delivers!

Zippin Pippin is the name of my second novel, my first comic novel. Writing Zippin Pippin I drew from my love of Elvis, my many years of songwriting (in the wilderness—of Camden, London and Melbourne, Australia) and a road-trip across USA with my wife and two of our best-friends.

Before that trip in 2009 I already had the idea for my story but I hadn’t, in any way, polished it. When our friends told us about their plan to do the old Route 66 thing—with a bit of a diversion to Memphis—my wife and I jumped at the chance to join them. And boy am I glad we did. It was probably the best holiday of my life. I felt truly touched at Graceland. But then again, that might have been my friend Glenn: he has a good sense of humour and has often commented on my fine arse.

No he hasn’t. But he was part of the inspiration for Zippin Pippin, a novel not based on a true story like my first novel, The Last Great Day, was but a novel based on a fun premise that Elvis had a son, a son born on the day Elvis died.

And thanks to my friends, this blog (and my feedbackin blog buddies) and my belief in the Zippin Pippin character, I feel like now, with my new novel, I’ve taken another step closer to finding my funny voice.

Some people are even saying I’ve found it.

And nothing’s more rewarding than that.

PS. I don’t have a publicist yet but one copy of Zippin Pippin made it to a local arts magazine called Inpress. You can read the whole review for Zippin Pippin from them HERE. And below is a few early-bird reader reviews for Zippin Pippin:

“I really did not expect to like this book very much.. In the end I didn’t—I loved it! lol. This (Zippin Pippin) was a great read.” K, Goodreads FIVE STARS

“A keeper.” A, Goodreads FIVE STARS

‘K’ also gave it a Goodreads FIVE STARS

And this (from a blogging buddy)

“Dear Ben,

I was a bit apprehensive.  I ordered the book because you’d written it.  I like to support my friends, blogging and otherwise.  But I’m not an Elvis fan.  I’m not a country music fan.  I’m not big on books about road trips.

But I loved it.  It was fun, lighthearted, cleverly written.

Well done, Ben!”

E, Bloggin buddy reader of Zippin Pippin

How about you? Are there stories—books, films, TV shows—you didn’t think you’d like at first but ended up loving? Love to get your comment.

They’re Bringing Back Friends For a Facebook Special

With friends like these...it'd be easy to feel pale.

With friends like these…it’d be easy to feel pale.

Have you heard the rumour (started in this sentence) about how they’re bringing back Friends for a Facebook special? I think it’s just great how a new series of the 90s hit situation comedy made especially for the Facebook generation is on it’s way.

Or could be.

I don’t know about you, but if you’re anything like me you still enjoy watching the odd re-run of Rachel, Ross, Phoebe, Joey, Monica and Chandler jumping in and out of each other’s pockets (and beds!—ooh, ahh). And, if you ARE anything like me you’ll probably be as thrilled as I am with this news (which I brought you).

Even more exciting news is that the producers of Friends: The Facebook Years have launched a competition for the best Twitter log-line for an as yet unmade episode of the latest series. So, without wanting to come off as some kind of crazy fan of THE BEST SIT-COM SINCE MASH (but maybe not since 30 Rock or my current fav, Community) here are a few of the Twitter log-lines I’ve come up with for what is sure to be THE SMASH SUMMER TELEVISION HIT of 2013!

Unless they broadcast Friends: The Facebook Years in winter.

Check these Twitter loglines…

- Monica ignores Joey’s friendship request until he admits hacking her profile and posting a pic of Chandler wearing her strap-on. #FBFriends

- Rachel’s plan to tag a Tyrannosaurus rex picture as Ross backfires when she crops out everything but the dinosaur’s huge penis. #FBFriends

- Joey creates an event & invites all his #FBfriends except Chandler & Monica who’ve failed 2 like his actor page JoeyTribbianiWellHungActor.

Now what about you? How you doin’? Got a logline for Friends: The Facebook Years. Love to get yours in the comments and/or tweet it (with hashtag #FBFriends to my NEW Twitter handle at @ComedianBen).

PS. If you are a big fan of Friends you might enjoy this post I found today about how many sexual partners the characters of Friends had.

Why You’ve Got To Laugh

The show must go on...the pavement.

The show must go on…the pavement.

Do you know why you’ve got to laugh? Because otherwise you might cry. And when you’re a grown man/husband/father/burgeoning stand-up comedian crying isn’t cool. Sensitive, new-age and impossible-not-to-when-you’re-cutting-onions maybe, but not cool.

So, when my first stand up gig ever was cancelled yesterday I didn’t cry. I did get a bit upset—maybe even a little angry—but I didn’t cry. Instead I just texted my friends who had confirmed they were coming and posted on Facebook that the funny-plug was pulled before it had even been plugged in!

Shit.

Oh well. In the greater scheme of things the fact that a comedy night in a Melbourne pub wasn’t going ahead as I’d been led to believe it was is no biggie. So what if my first stand-up gig was cancelled. Fortunately for my self-confidence it was cancelled BEFORE I’d started. Otherwise then maybe there WOULD have been water-works. And I don’t mean pissing myself.

If I’d been half-way through my set and the host pulled out one of those old-school oversized stage-hooks and necked me off the mic, then I would have been even more deflated.

As it was I managed to pump myself up (and hold back the self-pitying tears and loss-of-face shame) with the help of my ever-supportive wife who accompanied me to the Exford Hotel where we waited together in case any of my friends didn’t get my message about the change in plans.

Pauli (my wife) and I shared a drink, and as it was about only the third time she’d been out since the birth of our second daughter almost a year ago, we made the most of it.

I also promised myself that next time I booked myself in for a stand-up gig I’d make sure I at least got a contact phone number from the promoter; I tried contacting them via their Exford Comedy Facebook page but only managed to leave a comment on my own virtual flyer—for a gig that didn’t exist!

Anyway, yesterday wasn’t a complete write-off. Besides a lovely time with my wife (after the Exford we went to another comedy venue I’d been wanting to check out in St Kilda and had another drink there) a couple of positive signs for my burgeoning stand-up career showed up in this waking dream that is life.

The first cool thing that happened yesterday was my first joke book, The Little Booze Joke Book got to Number 2 on the Amazon free ebook charts. The second cool thing that happened was one of Australia’s favourite comedians, Dave O’Neil responded to my punchline to one of his tweets. He tweeted this:

“Had a mole removed from my face this morning. There’s a joke in there somewhere.”

And I responded with this:

“Somewhere right now there’s a mole telling his mates he just had a comedian removed.”

I think Dave O’Neil (“Gold mate!!” was his response) runs a comedy night too so maybe I should get in touch with him and see if they give newbies a run. Or maybe I should get onto making an audition video first? Or maybe I should stop worrying and thinking too much and just turn up next week at the Exford Hotel and see if they can fit me in on the 10th Jan?

Because, in the end, that’s why you’ve got to laugh isn’t it? Because life is, as John Lennon said, what happens while we’re making plans for something else.

And why should it just be the gods who laugh at our plans, flyers for non-existent gigs and hilarious tweets. We can laugh too, right?

Sure we can.

:)

PS. For one more day you can still download The Little Booze Joke Book for FREE.

PSS. Have you planned for something that never happened? Love to get your comment.

Kicking Comedy Goals

Calm before the comedy storm! Oh yeah!!

Calm before the comedy storm! Oh yeah!!

Sure, I may be a newbie to the whole stand-up thing, and I may not even have done my first gig yet, but in the lead up to what I’ve decided to call my ‘Year of Comedy’, I feel like I’m already kicking comedy goals. Or, in north american parlance, I’m “shootin’ comedy baskets!”

Whatever. My metaphorical ball is in the metaphorical hole. And I don’t mean my metaphorical jeans have a hole in the pocket.

I mean my aim is true. And in this warm-up period to my year of comedy I feel like I’m doing all the right things to prepare me for a fun stand-up debut. Not only am I writing, re-writing and re-re-writing material I’m also delivering said material to an unsuspecting wife, innocent vegetable garden and any light-pole, tree or interesting club of shrubbery I can find. And since I live in a very lush part of Melbourne there’s plenty of vegetable matter for me to try out my gags on.

Don’t worry though, I’m not going mad in, what is now, the final week before my FIRST EVER STAND-UP GIG!!! The gum trees and hydrangeas haven’t been laughing. Much. Just a few encouraging rustles.

Having said that, my wife, who is notorious (at least in our marriage) for not liking many comedians—baring your Robin Williams in full flight or maybe, Ricky Gervais—did laugh quite loudly and longly when I surprised her a couple weeks ago with the opening to my routine. We were driving along—maybe back from buying nappies or some other toddler necessities—when I spontaneously went into a bit I was working on. She laughed and I smiled. Good. Cool. Maybe the audience will dig my stuff too, I thought.

A few days later we went to visit some friends in Healesville (country town a pleasant drive from the city) and when I told them of my plans to make 2013 my year of comedy, and how I would be doing my first stand-up routine in the first week of the new year, they handed me a book. The book was a ‘best of’ compilation of one-liners from some of the best Australian comedians. The thing was I had already bought this book at a comedy gig a couple weeks previous—directly from the guy who edited ‘Funny Buggers’ and put the whole thing together (Karl Chandler TWITTER).

“Nice coincidence,” I thought.

Havin' a larf at Spleen Comedy, Melbourne.

Havin’ a larf at Spleen Comedy, Melbourne.

One of my friends then went on to tell me how her favourite comedian at the moment was a guy I hadn’t heard of called Michael McIntyre. I took a photo of the DVD she had, with the idea I would get it out, but before I could get around to that, a couple nights later I flicked on the telly to find his, already familiar face, grinning back at me.

“Nice coincidence,” I thought.

My friend's favourite comedian.

My friend’s favourite comedian.

At the time of my rare late-night alone TV time I was also scribbling some ideas down about what exactly were my comedy goals. Not only for the year of comedy but beyond. I do have a tendency to get ahead of myself sometimes, but, and even though I hadn’t done one gig yet, I do like a challenge. What’s more as a father now I feel a certain healthy kind of pressure to get things done. Good things. Things that bring nappies to the table. Well, not the dining table—but you know what I mean.

So while struggling a bit with how big I should allow myself to dream—whether it was silly for me to imagine myself one day taking a lead role in a big budget Hollywood comedy, or whether I should just be happy with finally making it to the open-mic stand-up stage—I realized something cool: I had already appeared on a world-stage, making people laugh in an impressive English theatre holding over 2000 people.

And here’s what made me realize that fact about my comedy-self.

Watching my friends favourite comic, Michael McIntyre, introduce his comedy roadshow guests I recognised the theatre they were performing in. It was the Sunderland Empire Theatre (in Sunderland!, England), the first theatre I performed pantomime in way back in Christmas 1993 following another humour-filled acting gig, playing a motorcycle riding lovelorn lad on Neighbours for a year.

“Nice coincidence,” I thought.

 

Was the universe trying to tell me something? With the unexpected appearance of that Funny Bugger book (out of town), my friend’s recommendation to “check out Michael McIntyre” and then finally it all coming together on the hilarious box, was I being shown a series of signs that I was on the right track as I headed to my first stand-up gig?

I like to think so. I like to think the signs are good that this new chapter in my creative life will be as fruitful, focussed and fun as I feel it’s going to be.

Bring on 2013!

This could be the start of something wonderful. Or at least one nervous bowel movement.

This could be the start of something wonderful. Or at least one nervous bowel movement.

PS. If you’re in Melbourne on 3rd January (and even if you’re not!) my “First Ever Stand-Up Gig” will be at the Exford Hotel’s comedy open-mic night. The fun kicks off at 8.30pm and entry is FREE. Do come along :)

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