Somewhere within 200 feet of cubic space, concealed around the corner of five foot fabric walls, locked behind two secured doors and a 90 degree turn into a life there is Gabe Howard. I found him there amoung the computers. He is tall and he is red. But if you ask him he will tell you so much more... |
DreamaTheEditor: First, I guess I should ask, how long were you a comedian? Well, a working comedian cuz I think you're still a comedian. Gabe: Well.. from first performance to last performance I'd say a year. But it took 2 years to get to the first performance. DreamaTheEditor: What made you decide to perform? Gabe: I'd wanted to do it, read about it, thought about it, dreamed about it...I finally decided...Dude...just fucking do it. Better to fail trying... DreamaTheEditor: Why did you quit? Gabe: Well.. It's a lot of work and you fail so publicly.. it's just a lot of work.. for every minute you perform you spend about 100 hours preparing. It’s brutal. I got everything out of it I wanted. DreamaTheEditor: Did you write your own material? Gabe: I did. All of it. DreamaTheEditor: What did you want? Gabe: What did I want? Oh! Yeah. I wanted to prove I had the balls. I wanted to prove I could get laughs. Wanted to prove I had the confidence. I just wanted to sit back someday and say "Hey! I did that!" I mean ... I haven't met anyone else that has. DreamaTheEditor: It was probably a rush when the audience really responded. Gabe: It was more amazing than crack…and I've used crack. DreamaTheEditor: Crack is whack. Gabe: Oh my. |
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