FROM THE DESK OF...
From the Desk Of Brad Zimmerman
Posted by Brad Zimmerman On the 29th April 2013
I’ve dreamed of being a comedian since 1998, when I was 12 years old. Does
that make you feel old? It should. It even makes me feel old, so I can only imagine how old it makes you feel. I saw Jerry Seinfeld doing his
HBO comedy special “I’m Telling You For The Last Time”, and I was captivated. I
watched it hundreds of times. I was hooked. Comedy had me in its firm grip.
Anyway, to put a long story short, I decided “I’m gonna do that one
day”. And eventually I did. Wow. What a great story.
I would like to thank the comedy festival crew for allowing me to do
this alongside big name international comedians, and top-shelf locals. You are
nice and I will buy you candy.
Every year, the NZ International Comedy Festival provides a great
platform from which dreamers like me can bellow their thoughts, their
observations, and their stories, in front of people who’ve actually paid real
human money to see it. That’s weird, right? Yeah that’s totally a weird thing.
But it’s true.
The real question is, “Why do I so badly want to do this anyway?” I have
a few theories;
Perhaps I have some strong desire to turn my thoughts and feelings into
some twisted form of art.
Or perhaps I yearn to bring joy and laughter to complete strangers.
Or maybe, just maybe, I didn’t get enough attention as a child and I’m
trying to make up for it in my adult life.
Who knows? It could be one of these, it could be two, or it could be a
horrible psychotic mix of the lot. Or there could even be a fourth reason I
don’t even want to think about. Something involving wizards and/or ninja
ghosts. That would be cool.
Either way, the comedy festival allows comedy to happen on a massive
scale, and bring all sorts of laughs and good times to all sorts of people.
There are so many different things to choose from; there’s stand up (which is
the best), sketch, music, improv, theatre, panel shows, and more. I would be
very surprised if you thumbed your way through the festival programme and
didn’t find at least one show (*cough* “Brad Zimmerman: Skydiving With My Mum”
*cough*) that would really tickle your fancy.
And face it. A lot of you are in desperate need of a well-tickled fancy.
Go on. Let somebody tickle your fancy. Let them tickle it good. Enjoy yourself.
Let your hair down. You totally deserve it.
And that’s the end of this garbled piece of written hogwash. Go out and
see some comedy. Go out and see heaps
of comedy. There’s comedy happening all around you. Gosh these are exciting
times we live in.