Tonight my two housemates and I went for a stand-up show at Latter at Aker brygge in Oslo. The last comedian standing, Jonna Støme (pic), really had the laughter going for me, for all, while the other three had mediocre performences. The audience at a stand-up is generally easier to please than other crowds, as people come to laugh. They are tuned in for jokes. Thus, there seems always to be someone out there laughing – for any witty comment, or seemingly any comment at all. Alcohol probably helps the already fully wired laughing machines around the locales.
At the same time, the audience has paid to be entertained. They demand to crack big smiles. I admire the characters who enter the stage, trying to charm a herd they do not know who are, nor their humor. There is no universal rule for what funny is. Also, the different comedians are automatically compared. To the be first seems to require most guts, but winding up last or right after a really good one must play with the minds of the performers.
Furthermore, there seems to be an unspoken rule that the overall amusement must contain sex, foul language and body sizes or other features for certain groups of people. This can be done in a funny way, particularly for the comedians with a good dosage of self-irony.
Overall, us lads had a good time together, and it may have lead to a stand-up gig concept at our apartment (for us living there only).
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