My First Time Again...#4

Wednesday, Week 2:

San Francisco, California.

Venue: 'The Flying Pig' Cafe

        

       It's my second week of getting into stand up comedy so everything is still RUSSELL BRAND new. Today's open mic was at a cafe called 'The Flying Pig.' It's a strange little place to do comedy, but as valid an experience and exercise as any other open mic in the city and 100% worth a visit.  

        As a cafe it is great, with great service and great food, but as a place to hold an open mic it is tough for the comic. This is why it's good for developing! I believe all environments help a comic grow and learn the craft, and I will of course return, but it was not an easy place to illicit laughter...in my case at least. 

       The room is long and the tables are spread out. Thus, the compressed energy and intimacy which help spawn & draw out laughter were not readily available. I like to be able to see the whites of the audience's eyes, but in this instance I couldn't. That said plenty of comics did better than I did, and I am thankful for the opportunity to get on stage once again. 

      I went up feeling loose and I didn't do a single 'joke' for the first 3 minutes. It was jarring and hard to do...since instinctively I wanted to jump to the safety of my 'jokes' as the awkwardness grew. I tried to just 'riff and play' with the tension in the room and challenge the dexterity (or lack there of) of my mind. It worked to a certain extent...but it failed to a greater extent. 

       I tried out a riff about "stabbing the audience if they laughed,"  That seemed to work nicely and it is perhaps worthy of further investigation and extrapolation in the future. When I got down from the stage I could tell that some comics and clients thought it was a wasted exercise haha! But for me it was a box ticked and an interesting way to overcome a fear that I saw in myself and some other comics. The fear of not being able to go outside the lines of your writing or freestyle. Maybe I'm naive but I gave it a go despite the pain.

       I may have done terribly comedically, but as a comedic strength and brain building exercise I think it might have been a good idea. It's a long road to comedic success, so better to experiment now while it's low stakes rather than later. Also,to paraphrase Tom Watson "If you wish to increase your success, you have to double your rate of failure." I'm taking this advice to the limit and trying to quadruple it. So I'm succeeding at this at least :)

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My First Time ...Again #3

Thursday, Week 1:

The Brainwash Cafe

      

      "One must work out ones comedy muscle."  A world famous comedian shared that gem with me in a green room a while back. I am like a super retentive sponge when it comes to that type of elucidating comment. It seems logical and obvious once you hear it or read it, but until someone draws your attention to it, it might not pop into ones consciousness. I now have a new muscle to work out. My comedy muscle!

      In essence, the comment suggests that the more you practice the comedy craft and art of verbal ninjary, the better you become. This results in less extraneous cognitive load on your brain when you are performing. Thus, leaving your mind more free to improve your performance rather than waste energy on the basics. It has only been 2 days of slacking, but in this stand up comedy world, especially at this early stage, it's like hoping to be a competitive athlete and skipping daily training sessions. 

       Once again I found myself being brought to the famous 'Brainwash Cafe' by Chris and Tom. It was another wholesome experience. I truly cant get over how relaxed I feel on stage. It is a cafe/laundromat with some really cute waitresses. The crowd was as ethnically, economically and ideologically mixed as they come and most of the room were comics tonight. Of course the non-comics is where I aimed my set delivery. No point in flirting with a married woman, so to speak. Comics have analytical minds, and are usually thinking of their own set or analyzing the delivery of your material. So you can be as funny as hell and still not illicit the slightest grin. Knowing that...can keep you sane! 

        Tonight I found that how I held the mic in regard to its distance from my mouth etc. was completely automatic. When you first start getting on stage it is strange to hear your own voice and you can find yourself worrying about volume etc. With that small part of comedy on autopilot I stepped outside my bits/jokes again tonight as much as I could. 

        I have decided that every month I will try and do one perfect showcase set and then archive my material and start fresh. If I do that I may learn quicker by forcing myself to grow or die on stage.  It shouldn't be as difficult as it would've been last year when I would have lived and died by every set and clung to my material like glue. Fear stifles progression! 

        This new found 'fearlessness' (for want of a better word) is kind of awesome and empowering. I think it comes from living in that tent for a year and my other ridiculous adventures. I'm so comfortable with what I am and what I am not that other people's judgement of me is so irrelevant it is nutritive. My diverse and perverse myriad of life experiences to date have given me a personal sense of value that public humiliation cannot take away. 

         I do of course have to care to succeed, but only in respect to my joke delivery, humor and audience reading. NOT to what they think of me as an individual. This sounds obvious but I have seen comics struggle with esteem issues. Perhaps the fact that I can see a clear separation between my jokes and I is the real important thing here. Note to comics YOU ARE NOT YOUR MATERIAL OR A REFLECTION OF THE RESPONSE YOU GET!  But what do I know? I'm new here. I really hope this fearlessness feeling lasts! 

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My First Time...Again #2

Week 1, Monday.

'The Summer Place' Open Mic

From 'The Brainwash' we rolled over to 'The Summer Place' to hit the mic!

      

       The night before last at 3am while sitting in a car in Mexico before I flew to San Francisco, I promised my friend John Rey (a self-made over achieving 26yr old magazine owner) that I would get up on stage during my second week. I had my doubts when I said it, but I like to think my word is  my bond. That's why I  sometimes tell people I am going to do something. Not to brag but rather to trick myself into doing something hard, and drive myself on despite the pain. A bit like this blog… GET IT! It's public accountability. By me writing this for all to see, I am throwing myself in so deep the only way out is to succeed :)

      So anyway yeah… as I said…I promised to do an open mic by the second week. True to form I got annoyed with being afraid to try and was now ahead of myself at my second open mic on my first day in San Francisco. I was outdoing myself thanks to Chris, Tom and my ridiculous brain. In the words of the awesomely manic tiger blooded Charlie Sheen...I  was WINNING!!! 

      The only thing I fear more than being unfunny onstage is dying without trying. I've thought about being a comic for at least 10 years. Last year was the first year I finally told anyone. Why I don't know, but I think it might be because I want to do it so badly that if it doesn't work out my dream may be shattered. The overwhelming reality that my life on this planet is finite has driven me through life and through a myriad of insane life challenges and difficult feats. Someone whose work I admire once said "Frank, you're fearless." To which I quickly and honestly responded to deflect unwarranted praise "It's not that I am fearless, it is that I fear failing myself and dying without following my dreams SO MUCH, that I can't help but try." I nearly applauded myself when I said that shit!

      

       Anyway, at the 'Summer Place' the owner has decided that its patrons can smoke and they will just pay the fine if they get caught. You got to respect those principled balls. I was feeling GREAT! I guess I was riding high after my first experience of not 'Bombing' i.e. failing publically onstage.  Also. I was not feeling sick like I used to from stage fright. The host called my name and I grabbed the mic. It was a small dark bar with great acoustics and a floor light that gave me free laser eye surgery for my full 5 minute set.

San Francisco's finest was ubiquitous but I try and stay clean. No anesthetic before going up! ;)

      There was a 3/4s full room and three girls who were non comics down the back. At the bar there were about five people, one of which were a gay couple. I launched into a bit about how wonderful it was that San Francisco was so accepting and so free and the clientele as a whole appeared to enjoy it. I was conscious of my accent not being completely intelligible, so I made sure to annunciate more clearly than ever before. Every comic worth his salt will agree; people can't laugh if they cant understand you! Unless of course you are doing physical humor. I would not be famous for my diction. 

       On stage I was able to carry out a type of live meta analysis of what was going on as I performed. I was conscious that I had improved the clarity of my voice and my diction in the last year. I guess  all that  time I spent doing voice overs for mixed audiences on my youtube channel was finally paying off. I got some solid laughs and lots of smiles. I was trying to work the few bits I had into a routine and be 'likable' which actually worked. Reports back from those who watched were that "IT WAS NOT BAD." They are of course going to sugar coat it but I could tell it was not terrible. There is  obviously room for major improvement but I was pleased with myself and the fact that I had got up twice in one day with nothing prepared from a complete standing start. 

       I improvised a lot.  I feel like that is an important skill. I see too many comics lock into their set word for word and they are in a way trapped by the words. Hopefully I can maintain and improve the dexterity of my mind. I think my time in the relatively harsh social environments of both the army and the bar trade have made me quicker to the punch than I would have been otherwise. All in all just proud of myself for doing it and not wimping out. Big thanks to Chris and Tom for helping me make the jump a week ahead of schedule. It has been such an exciting and good day that  I can't sleep. I'm going for a walk….

Peace

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My First Time...Again #1

First Comedy Open Mic in 1 1/2 years.

Week 1, Monday. Open Mic #1.

The Brainwash

San Francisco, California.

So it seems I want to be a comedian...

        I'm not going to lie to you guys and gals. I was more than a little nervous today. I met my two friends Tom and Chris ahead of time. They wanted me to get up and do 5 minutes of stand up comedy at an 'open mic.' I felt like I had nothing to say yet alone try and make people laugh. To me they are both so funny, so good and so polished that I feel until I get to their level of writing I should just wait. I've done about 10-15 open mics in my life and to be honest today I felt like I was starting completely fresh and from the beginning. In the business they say 'comedy is like a muscle you have to workout regularly at the mics.' I had not seen a gym in ages and had suffered comedy atrophy.

        Public speaking is considered one of man's greatest fears and to say you are also going to be funny while you're up there on stage too is like parking a combine harvester in a childrens' playground. VERY HARD to do and painful for all involved! Turning on being funny live,at a moments notice like flicking  a  switch is extremely hard to do.

         As the public we generally only see polished comedians on stage or television...By the time they make it in front of our eyes its usually after years of practice at 'open mics' where they undergo trial by fire every night. Many lose heart and leave the craft. It's so hard that the attrition rate in the business/art is SUPER high.  For some reason I believe I can beat the odds and make a living at it. 

                        Photo from my Instagram 'GLOWPUNK' of bridge on way to perform.

        We arrived early at "The Brainwash Cafe" in San Francisco and the first slot on the 'sign up sheet' was open. Sometimes you have to wait hours to get up so I thought this must be an omen. I knew if I could just force myself to write my name on the page now I would get up when my name was called. Like any innately driven male I tend not to run from a challenge and instead seek out glory.

        The fear was terrible and exhilarating at the same time. I plucked up the short term courage and gritted my teeth to sign my name. Knowing that in the near future (but just sufficiently later) I would pay the price for penning my name. Once my name was down I immeadiately began to try and get my 5 minutes of comedy together. I did so by writing/thinking and stressing with Tom and Chris who hit the mics 4/6 times a week.

        Since I was first on the list I was going to 'open the show' I had to try and be good enough to capture the crowd right off the bat.  I enjoy the idea of free flowing and forcing myself to come up with stuff in the moment...and that is more or less what I did. But I did have 2 or 3 'solidish'  jokes to dip back into when I got lost or scared.  

           Funny enough the 'brainwash' is a busy cafe with people ordering food and drink as you deliver your jokes/bits…It's environment is a strange, enigmatic  double edged sword. The atmosphere can destroy or relax a sensitive comedian depending on his/her disposition. Oh yeah, I now identify myself as 'a comedian.' An important step I have taken for my positive psychological development. Up until now I would feel myself unworthy of the prized title. But once you step to the mic like a gladiator of humor and 'rip it' I feel you deserve the title.

        Internally I adopted an 'I don't care' attitude. Externally, I presented a grateful to be in such a wonderful city  persona (truth based). The foreign accent definitely helped to break the tension and capture the audience's attention at first. However, I have to acknowledge the accent in San Francisco and let the audience adjust before I start joking around so it is as much of a hinderance as it is a benefit.

         I did an impression of a small minded Texan, and an African American from the Tenderloin. I had never done accents before on stage so it was a terrific feeling to actually pull it off. Especially because I'm a novice and haven't been on stage in ages. I did better than some, which matters very  little really.It is a long game and the only real competition is with yourself. I exited the brainwash cafe in San Francisco driven and determined to get as skilled as Tom and Chris. They are my inspiration right now! 

        

         I feel like the initial fear has been overcome, the key now is to get more creative, stay loose, and push the boundaries every time I rock the mic… I think!? All the media attention and media exposure in Ireland over living in the tent has allowed me to take myself less seriously and not feel like I live and die by every performance (Not that I take myself too seriously anyway.) I kind of see myself as like an art project of sorts. A bundle of potential that can be shaped for good or bad. Roll on next open mic. I fear it less already, now I just want to dominate this enigmatic comedy siren.

To be continued...

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How to be a funny man 7

       My 7th and 8th Open Mic. 'Comfort through Discomfort'














What a great day on the video and stand up comedy front. Well 'Epic,' by my standards.

                  I think it may have been in the preparation. I Slept well last night, was in bed before 10pm and got a great breakfast and lunch. Had breakfast in the hostel (USA HOSTELS)  and then headed down to China town for lunch.

                  I've been sharing a room with a good French lad, but we were on different timings so I wasn't sleeping that well. But, yesterday he left, so I had the room completely to myself. Awesome.

                 So all morning I edited a video for the 'Glowpunk' youtube channel that I shot on Sunday for the Pride Parade in San Francisco.  I'm straight but it was probably one of the coolest parties I have ever been to, and a learning and mind opening experience as well. Hopefully you will like the video. Here is the link.  

               


                So after editing all morning I walked the 45 minutes across town to the 'Amnesia' bar open mic, that my friend Chris Duncan was hosting for a friend in his absence. I was up 13th, and decided en route that I was going to try and freestyle  and create tension in the room as much as possible. The room was giving little or no feedback as the room was mainly full of comics and poets. So instead of writing this off as a waste of time, I realized that no matter what I did I was going to bomb (fail). So i decided to just mess about and even went behind the curtain and put on some silly voices and mentioned some subject matters that I would never want to make part of my act. I also called out some one who was not listening and pointed out that "it was funny that creating tension was funny" and that got a laugh.

         Also that "people cared as little about the comedy as the bar owner did about the decor" and that got a laugh. And, that it seemed "that the reaction of the audiance would be the same to the comedy that I made up on the spot as to the comedy I practiced en route" and that got a laugh. I also mentioned that to top it off there was "an alcoholic man dressed in a clown suit staring at me who was there  to highlight the sadness of the situation."(it was another performer dressed as a clown -Dr. Dream( he is great)) And that got a laugh. So a few easy laughs and proof to me that highly personalized comedy is the way forward.

                  Now don't get me wrong, I kinda bombed, but I bombed on my terms and that was satisfying, a great lesson learned and a confidence builder. I remember Dave Chapelle mentioned that it was only when he got comfortable bombing that he became a better comedian, so I kind of tried it based on that. Strange to attempting to fail and winning. Fun times.

               
          So after getting that set out of the way, I showed a stressed Chris Duncan his first appearance in a Glowpunk video I made and checked that he was cool about everything I showed in it. It was quite an honest take of him and he was 100% up for it. He is a clever fella, fearless and open to an admirable level, and as we have joked about on many occasions operating very close to a fatal mis interpretation. I expect great things for Chris Duncan as a result of his 'Highwire Act.' As I like to call it. Anyway, he approved his cameo and we edited the video a little in the car. Then we drove to the second Open Mic of the night. 'The Rock-it Room.'


                 We arrived at 'The Rock-it Room' and signed up . It was a super quiet night, so we went for a bite to eat across the road in the chinese take-away and then walked back over at our leisure. I smashed a can of red bull  (which I have not done in years) and  videoed a super high energy 5 min set that was terrible but again useful for my development. Also the wonderful asian guy running the room was a friend of mine and was nice and friendly and supportive. I guess someday I might let people see that video, but not 'til I feel I am better than that performance. To be honest, that shouldn't take too long.

                Myself and Chris then hit a few bars (drank coke and water) and I sent a few rounds of water to some girls who were sitting across the bar from us, which surprisingly worked better than sending alcoholic drinks. haha! The power of originality and comedy I guess.  That is the end of the blog for today... Feeling good and as you can see by the length of this entry, the red bull is still working.

Peace,
Glowpunk.



             

How to be a funny man 3 (take 2)

Third Comedy Open Mic

Tough crowd, bad show, I bombed but Great host Mike runs a good ship

Monday night at the Brainwash, it was a mixed open night, three rappers/poets before me and then I got up and tried to deliver dry material. The room was completely quiet. I nearly left with my tail between my legs after my 3min30sec set but by chance stayed on and watched a guy kill. He was great.

   The room was still silent for him too, and that made me think wow, it really is partly the crowd and the room. He was touring and everything and still played to silence... He did brilliantly though and kept his pauses and timings... I imagine we may hear about this fella in the future, i think he may have just given me the best lesson about sticking to your guns and be fearless with your material... The room tried to destroy him and he just slowed it down and destroyed the room. Awesome to watch a comedian kill in complete silence.

I did how ever make a few school boy errors...



1 Signed up after a rapper.
2. Tried new material without preparing and committing properly.
3. Showed signs of fear.
4. I wasn't amped up or focused, too casual.
5. Openly cared to much about the audience's reaction.


I "bombed"... and if that is as bad as it gets I should be ok from here on in....maybe... hmmm

Walked back through the Tenderloin and Mission Street area which is a tough part of town and arrived home in one piece, Laptop intact... It seems the lads on the streets there only want to sell drugs and not mug. Actually have met a few cool cats on my little walks. Sad to see so many people in turmoil though.

New goals, commit to my material and pause and hold as the material dictates, be less reliant on the audiences responses while still being present.. It is a fine balance and hard to put down in text but I know what i mean and i guess some people who have been in my position will.

The key is to get up tomorrow and try and kill.....

C'mon ego stay strong! You can fucking do it!


Glowpunk

How to be a funny man 3

My Third Comedy Open Mic
     
      Third gig was a disaster, queued from 6pm signed up at 6.25pm. waited around 'til 10.45pm only to be told there was no time left for us to get up. I guess this is part of paying your dues. The host being as nice as he could, offered to let me and Tom up first next week. So that will be a nice day of not waiting... Tom headed off, so i guess it is time to hit the comedy open mikes on my own..
Going to take Friday Sat and Sunday off to try and write some good bits, feel like i have nothing funny to say so will try that for the next few days and hopefully on monday try it out and see how it goes down.

2 down, 3rd time might be better

Glowpunk

How to be a funny man 2

My Second Comedy Open Mic

           So, Second time up tonight, it was across town at 'Dirty Trix'  408 Clement Avenue. The room was kinda cool, about 20 people there so much quieter then the brainwash. It was a nice atmosphere to try stand up in, it had an attentive crowd, some of whom were just there to have a beer and listen. Again there were some people who were great and some who were terrible.

          I feel like i might have done just about enough not to be associated with the terrible.  Felt stronger on stage. I wasn't as nervous getting up and the pulse rate was not at the high level it was at the night in the Brainwash Cafe. The host was a nice fella and they had little music intros, the lighting was cool and it had a kinda cool red curtain behind the performers which gave that nice atmosphere.

Again we signed up at about 7 and went got up at about 9.30. I had walked 2 hours for some meetings that morning, so I was super tired, but had a Redbull to get the head in order. To get there I walked and got a lift on my friends push bike. Took about an hour. Again got up and did about 2 mins 30 secs and felt like it went great compared to the first night... Even handled a few heckles, all be them pretty chilled. I think i may have been to aware of the room and gone a little fast, but that was ok for me... Me and Tom met a nice guy called Chris Duncan who is a 5 year vet and is awesome on stage and he kind of gave us some light pointers. Basically get up again and enjoy it..

           So yep a lot less nerves and a better delivery all be it pretty bad. Still havn't told a dick joke or used too much bad language. It seems to be easier if you go blue, but I just don't want to go that route...

          Tom is heading off on holidays so hopefully I will still get up on stage when he is gone, I guess we'll see, Thursday night is the next one, back in the Brainwash. Hopefully it will go ok, but I have heard that you need to be prepared to play to complete silence and to bomb when you are starting out. Hasn't happened yet but I think it could happen soon...

Two down, number three coming up... gotta keep getting up and face the fear... that terribly seductive adrenaline. Right now I feel like my material is hacky and weak, looking forward to cracking and writing some good bits.

How to be a funny man 1

     
   
My First Comedy Open Mic


        Just back from doing my first open mike stand up comedy thingy ever. I did it in the brainwash comedy club on Folsom, San Francisco. It went well. Me and my cousin Tom signed up for 5 minutes but did far less. The goal was to get up, say a few things get some laughs and sit down. We succeeded at that. Although, it was hard to tell what was charity laughs and what we induced. Either way a milestone.

I've religiously texted emailed and kept little notes of funny thoughts i've had for a few months now. It doesn't amount to much and a lot of it is nonsense and far from funny, but I pulled a few bits of that out and used those bits to make up 2mins 30 seconds of short concise jokes. Im too new to go into long stories, I guess I would forget and mess up in the panic

While signing up on the registry sheet there was some excessive fumbling over the pen, all adrenaline induced i guess and funny to see how amped we were. The place was noisy and exactly the wrong atmosphere for any a good performer, which in a funny way made it the perfect place to begin. Every one in the room was a comic and those who weren't sat down the back talking. The standard for the most part was pretty low, so that took the pressure off us. there was even a few people who just got up and talked crazy. I think they might have been off their medication

We got the customary "A LOT OF LOVE " welcome from the crowd which the host Tony Stark rallied (gentleman) and then got straight into it. It was over before we knew it and then  we walked outside and talked about how we were glad it was over, and how surprisingly it was worth the 4 hour wait for about 3 minutes of material.  My first joke was "Two Irish guys walk into a bar but it wasn't a bar that sold alcohol it was a metal bar, and it went straight through the first guys chest and out through the other guys head"

I liked it, and I guess some people did too cause it got a reasonable response.

There is a chance to get up every night of the week in San Francisco and do 5 mins, so i guess it is a good place to go for wannabe comedians like me. I decided to stay in town instead of traveling across the country as previously planned to see what can be accomplished in the comedy world in a month, getting up about 4 times a week.

So in closing I would say that everyone should go and look at a few shows first then write down some buts and get up there and let people know it is your first time. They will be supportive.

We recorded it on video but I think I will keep it to myself for a while, incase it is the last one I ever do.


My cousin Dex came along for the laugh and to see how it all worked and thinks he might give it a go next time. He spent the itme in the car writing lyrics for some music he is making.

Right, now to see if we will get up again.

Glowpunk

How to be a stand up comedian.

       After years of telling myself and my closest friends that  I am going to try stand up comedy, I have finally got my first gig. When and where it will be I will be keep a secret because I would be mortified if anybody I knew well enough to know it was a facade of confidence saw me bomb. So I am keeping the biggest mental hurdle of my life to date between me and a room full of strangers. Safest way to do things. I have my 5 minute slot and my 5 minutes written, all that is left to do is practice my routine til it looks effortless and fluid and conquer that relentless fear of failure.


       I have seen easily over 200 comedy acts perform in my life. I've seen the greats of stand up; like Dana Carvey, Robbin Williams and Dylan Moran wow their audiences. And been privileged enough to chat to some of them casually about the most intricate nuances of their craft. Their routines painfully perfect, graceful and apparently effortless.

       As a result of this "inside edge" I feel under more pressure. I can not drop this baton. How could I, with all this exam winning advice I have carefully registered, processed and contemplated over the years? I have no excuse.The only reason I can give for failure is that I am just not funny. The ultimatley painful realization to any wannabe comedian. That something I really hoped to be good at is just not for me.

      Perhaps I have been disillusioned all this time, thinking I could hack it on stage? Thinking I could make people laugh with my ideas? Perhaps I will bomb?  I have seen 'wannabe great newbies' like me suck so bad that I swore if I ever pluck up the courage to get on stage that the least I am going to do is go down all gun blazing. No half ass attempt, no selling myself short.

     The worst things about the guys who really suck is that usually they don't know they suck bad, and no one tells them. They continue sucking on stage over and over again.  If I am going to fail miserably and not be funny, please Lord give me the ability to know that I sucked and not believe the well intentioned platitudes that will always follow the worst moments of your life.

     I'm praying that I am able to read people like I think I can. I'm praying that my idea of funny is actually "funny." To fail at this after all the work I have put into it would hurt that fragile male ego of mine, and to be honest I am not prepared to loose. I'm going in prepared. I'm aware of my weaknesses, I know where I can trip up.

   I love fear. I love risk. I live for adrenaline and all things new. I believe  hard work and self analysis results in winning, and I believe one great test of a man is to overcome a fear. Failing is not an option here. If you work hard on something you have no excuse to suck. If you suck it is cause you didn't work hard enough..

I'm going nail this.....Maybe ... ha!

I'll make a little video out of this escapade  :)

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IRISH ACCENT - 'Feel' by David Lynch (Original)

I met David Lynch in Mexico while he was studying. I managed an Irish  Bar there that draws in the Irish students from time to time. David was one of them. I discovered he was a great singer and I mentioned that I like to make videos for you tube and proposed a collaboration. This is the result. A video shot in one take in my bathroom in my apartment in Guadalajara Mexico.  The song as you can see is called 'Feel.' It is a David Lynch original and as you can see this young man can sing. I expect to see great things from this man in the future. Looking forward to working with him again in the future. The video on you tube is doing pretty good and I am guessing with time he will have many videos on line that will blow the minds of his fans.

Hope you enjoy the song. Please comment below and let us know what you think of his music. The link to his twitter account is  @DavidLynch25 Drop by and let him know what you think. Tell him I sent you!
Glowpunk