It really never does. Even though I frequently see friends pop up on shows and in commercials. At times, for me, watching TV feels like sifting through a yearbook.
Still, knowing that I’ll be broadcasted to millions (alright, maybe hundreds of thousands in our 300 channels era) provides me with a charge of pride and slight nerves every time. TV is the culmination of work. Even if it’s just doing 5 minutes on a late night talk show. That five minutes was painstakingly forged in nightclubs and bars, built up and then chiseled down to it’s most potent most TV acceptable essence. Getting on TV is my reward for powering through all the nights doing comedy. The work parties, the loud bars, the drunk crowds, the tired crowds, the people paying their bill or ordering while you’re performing. Powering through with material and not only snaps. Making people feel your point whether they’re primed to or not.
Don’t get me wrong, I love it. I’m not complaining just sharing the other side. Even NBA players begrudgingly practice but they do it to enhance what they do love doing, playing ball.
For a comic, the ultimate “playing ball” is performing on TV. It’s like having a nationally televised game against your main rival. It’s Monday night football. It’s the playoffs.
I had a playoff game last night. And it felt good to leave it all out on the floor.
Thanks to Conan and TBS for having me. And thanks every audience member in every club for helping me work on my cross over.