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Entries in Black Mike (2)

Sunday
Mar152015

BAD DECISIONS MAKE GREAT STORIES Comedy Tour

 

As part of a 60 city comedy tour, Los Angeles funny man Brandt Tobler comes to Albuquerque for ONE NIGHT ONLY, Wednesday, March 18th at The Box Performance Space and Improv Theatre! Come out and laugh at Tobler and local comedy favorites, Rusty Rutherford, Joe Quesada, Comedian Black Mike, and Nicholas Starr! You may be expecting to pay $40, $75, even $9 for this star-studded line-up, but we're making it available to you for the low, low price of just $8.00. WOW!

Get your tickets HERE and we'll see you at The Box!


Brandt David Tobler was born September 23, 1977 in Cheyenne, Wyoming.When he was 1, he pooped his pants often and everybody laughed at him.

At the age of 5, he stopped shitting his pants and began getting his education at Deming-Miller elementary school. There he met most of his friends, many of whom he remains close to even today. On the playground, lots of kids were drawn to him because he could throw a Nerf Turbo Football really, really far.
Girls did not like him at all.

At the age of 13, he went to McCormick Jr. high school, where he began to make people laugh. He also excelled at basketball and water fights. Brandt was voted Class Clown in ninth grade; he has a picture proving this claim in a yearbook on a shelf in his mother’s garage, if you don’t believe him.

Girls still could not stand him.

At the age of 16, Brandt went to high school at Central High, where he was a two-sport star, playing basketball and soccer. He was often compared to Bo Jackson because he liked to wear Nikes and Umbro shorts. He was once again voted Class Clown because he “…knew people that could make that sort of thing happen.”

At the age of 19, Brandt entered a junior college in Wyoming. After about a month he dropped out.
At 20, he went to junior college again, but proceeded to drop out after one month. AGAIN.

At 21, he decided to give it the “Old College Try” once more, this time in Arizona. However, as usual, he dropped out. (This go-round lasted seven whole months.)

College girls didn’t really like him either.

Once he turned 22, Brandt finally came to the conclusion that secondary education was not for him, and he decided to move to Las Vegas with hopes of getting a job as a pirate at Treasure Island. Unfortunately, after his first day on the job, Brandt realized that he was allergic to parrots — and 9-to-5 employment — thus forcing him to retire from Pirate Life forever. He began doing stand-up in the Las Vegas open-mic scene and quickly became a crowd favorite all over town. Brandt is also much-loved among other comedians, partly because he always buys them beer, but mostly because he is a loyal and encouraging friend.

After two years of comedy in Las Vegas he began to travel the country, performing all across the 50 states. He has since returned to Las Vegas and founded the legendary Backyard Comedy Show. In the Backyard Show, Brandt created an independent, grass-roots, censor- and clique-free forum for comics to do what they love to do, which is perform, without having to deal with the confines of typical Vegas-casino red tape. Some of America’s funniest stand-up comedians have come to town to perform with Brandt.

That’s where the story begins… You will be hearing a lot more from Brandt Tobler in the near future.

For now you can find Brandt performing nightly all over Los Angeles and beyond. He always delivers a laid-back, offbeat, hilarious brand of comedy you are sure to enjoy.

Saturday
Nov262011

Death of Laffs Comedy Club = Birth of Albuquerque's Comedy Scene (part 2)

The following is part 2 of an ongoing series I'm writing on the spark of Albuquerque's current stand-up community.  If you haven't read it yet, you may want to check out Death of Laffs Comedy Club = Birth of Albuquerque's Comedy Scene (part 1) before continuing.  Or maybe not, whatev'.

 

I was 21 or so and was performing regularly at Mike Boyle’s open mics at Our Place 2, along with a long-haired “Farrah Fawcet meets Gary Busey” look-alike named Matt Peterson, a black dude known as Black Mike, a Cuban dude that looked like a black dude named Luis Powell, and a handful of other joke-tellin’ folks.  The open-mics were fun, but we all sucked back then and usually told the same jokes every week.  We were all pretty cool with each other, and often shared a beer or two during the shows, but we weren’t a tight community and it there was always an “every-man-for-himself” feel as we all were hoping to make it onto the big Laffs stage.

Most of the guys dove into the Laffs open-mic, soaking up the stage time.  I was spending most of my creative energy on sketch community theater and sketch comedy shows with the troupe “Eat, Drink and be Larry” at spots like The Vortex and Gorilla Tango.  I finally jumped into the Laff’s open-mics.  The first thing I noticed was the WAY TO LONG list of open-mic rules and regulations.  Most of them were trying to keep green open-mic’ers from making amateur mistakes, but in my mind I felt the list should be tips and suggestions rather than “Break these rules and you’ll never see the spotlight again” commandments.  Things like no foul language, dress as if you were going on a first date, etc.  Despite the strict guidelines, I was as excited as anyone to get my 5 minutes of stage time at a real live comedy club.  I did a few of the open-mics, which eventually became bringer shows.  “Bring at least 4 people or you can’t perform.”  At the time I wasn’t totally opposed to this, and when you’re new to performing it’s a lot easier to get your friends and family out to shows.  What I was very opposed to, however, was that about half of the time I was scheduled to do the open-mic segment before shows, and I had shamelessly pumped out flyers, send emails, and made phone calls to every one I know, I would show up only to be told moments before the show was about to start “Yeah, not enough comics showed up” or “we’re running late” or “the audience is too small so we’re going to cut the open-mic tonight.”  The words were tossed out casually by the club owner Russ or his rumored-mistress Terri and were rarely followed by “I’m sorry.”  I knew I wasn’t hot shit at the time, but I felt these guys didn’t really care about the locals who would give anything to perform on New Mexico’s most well known stand-up stage.

After a few “you’re not important enough to do our open-mic tonight” rejections, I faded away from the club and focused more on my UNM and community theater projects.  It wasn’t until a year or so later when I decided to give Laffs another shot, or perhaps let Laffs give me another shot.  I heard they were having a “Southwest Laugh-Off” contest and the grand prize winner got $1,000 and the opportunity to do some road gigs.  Previous winners included one of my current favorite comics, Curt Fletcher, as well as Marc Shuter, who when we saw him in the background of the NBC show Last Comic Standing one night, my girlfriend at the time proclaim “I made out with that guy one time!”  That night I came in my girlfriend’s eye and said it was an accident.  It wasn’t an accident.

Thinking this could be my chance to become a “real stand-up comedian” I threw on my Fubu jersey and gold spray painted “R” bling necklace and rolled into Laff’s.  For the first round of the contest, each comedian got 3 minutes so the judges could cut through the fat and chose what 12 of the 40+ comics would advance to the semi-finals.  I did well enough to squeak into the top 12.  The night I performed at the semifinals was a blast.  Four of us were set to perform, with only two advancing to the finals.  After each of us did our set, we were brought on stage by the night’s emcee, Charlie Moreno.  I felt pretty good about my set, but each of the contestants did exceptionally well, so it was up in the air which of the 2 of us would advance. 

“The first comic advancing to the finals is….” Charlie announced.  “Anthony ‘Animal’ Garcia!”

The crowd applauded and Moreno continued, building up the anticipation “Alright, only one more comedian will advance tonight….Rusty Rutherford, will you please step forward.”  I could hear some of my friends that had came out to support me cheering wildly.  “Rusty Rutherford….you are NOT advancing.”  My heart sank.  “Louis Powell, you’re going on to the finals!”

Animal pulled me aside and apologized on behalf of Charlie for being an ass.  I agreed that it sucked, but Charlie also apologized later and said he was just trying to pump up the audience.  I still thought it was a pretty dick move, but I wasn’t that hurt by it and the two guys that beat me that night totally deserved it.  Animal went on to win the contest, and Louis came back next year to win it.*

For me it was back to the drawing board…

*I'm not positive that Luis Powell was my opponent that night, but I remember it was a good local comic, so I picked him.

To be continued....