There’s a pretty great story in “Creative Loafing” this week about the Atlanta comedy scene. This part bugged me:
When asked how Atlanta’s comedy scene can grow in the years to come, promoter Maurice Sims of the Atlanta House of Comedy said, “The city can definitely grow, comedy-wise, when we add a much needed third club in the city.” When pressed to clarify, since Atlanta already has three notable clubs (Punchline, Laughing Skull, and Uptown), he responded, “Honestly, Laughing Skull doesn’t count because nobody really knows about it. Just the folks from the old Funny Farm, because they use their old email list from when they closed a few years ago. Black people really don’t know it.” One could argue that’s simply not true, and that such thinking hinders a city’s scene, especially one as mixed as Atlanta’s.
I apparently moved to Atlanta specifically to try and get in at a club that “doesn’t count.” The club that brings in the likes of Hannibal Buress, Rory Scovel, Pete Holmes, and Todd Glass “doesn’t count.” That club is a Southeast comedy nerd’s dream, and they play nice with Relapse Theatre and let Skull headliner’s come over on Saturday nights for Relapse’s 1 a.m. Secret Show.
He’s right that there aren’t typically a lot of black people in the audience, and that’s something to work on. But “doesn’t count?” You’re being silly, man.