Comedians wives

Support Group for Comic’s Wives
by Bobbi Miller-Moro

I threatened my stand-up comic husband, Luis Moro I was going to open a support group for wives of stand-up comedians.
And here it is.

Is your life being used for material?
You never know what your going to say next, that will end up on stage?
Or maybe you are not sure which one of the jokes you made him swear he would not repeat would end up on the mic?

Oh, the laughs, the bad jokes, dirty jokes, good jokes, dull jokes…and everything in between.
He tries them out on me, on my friends, my family…his friends, and his family. Strangers in the market, elevator. Anyone that would listen.
The times when it is appropriate, it’s fantastic, the times when it’s it not-it goes over like a led balloon.

But, he keeps on telling jokes. He never gives up. I know he’s been on stage for years. I know I married him after the fact. But, he took
a break to make films. I never had to really be in the wake of the try-outs. My living room, bedroom, kitchen has become the work-out room.
Whole routines rehearsed on the phone with me. Five flat ones, then…low and behold, one hits!

When it is funny, it is like riding the wave. Or chain lightening. One funny one after another, after another. I tell him, “that’s it!, that’s the one!!”
I want him to memorize it exactly that way. His humor is very East Coast, being he’s from Jersey, and controversial. Alot of word play. I’m into Robin Williams type
of humor. More silly, crazy, zany than anything else.

I have become a comedian connoisiuer. I have favorite comics now, out of the many, many, many hundreds of sets I have watched…
Personally, I like Dane Cook, and Emmy-Winner, Kathy Griffin, Ellen DeGeneres, and Joe Rogan to name a few . She can do no wrong in my book. There’s so many, it’s hard to remember them all. Of coarse watching the good old boys of comedy growing
up was a pleasure, and a treat…how was I to know that I would be using my comedy chops to grade my husband’s performance. Eddie Murphy, Robin Williams, Bill Cosby, Jerry Lewis, Lucille Ball, just to name a few.

There are c.d’s in the car. I have been surprised by the Latino Kings of Comedy blasting when I turn the engine on. I have DVD’s all over the house.
I could list literally hundreds of comics. I believe that some are funnier than my husband, but I believe he is funnier than the majority of them.

So, he is coming out of a three year hiatius. He made three feature length films, and now wants back on the stage. I’m excited for him. I know that going back to his favorite
comedy house, ‘The Ha-Ha Cafe’ owned and operated by Jack Assadorian in Studio City (No Ho) will be a homecoming. So, he booked a show Dec 12, 2007. He mentioned it in his new article that he is now writing. The Comedy Corner of Immigrant Magazine. www.ImmigrantMagazine.com. He will be doing some publicitiy very shortly…but the whole point is: I live with a comic.
THEREFORE: By rules of nature, and sheer living together, I have been inandated with comics from around the globe, near and far in my home.

I have had to listen to vulgar sets, and funny sets, horrible sets, demeaning, and so right on the money funny as hell. It really has taught me how to laugh more than I thought i ever would.

But, that’s the nice part. The support part comes in with having your life on display. No topic too sensitive, or off-limits. I’ve heard
them all. His East Coast, surly, between the eyes humor can be shocking, especially when it is about my back ground, or how I grew up. Man. I didn’t sign
up for this!!!! I was just marrying a nice, strong, beautiful Afro Cuban. Sparkling smile, and bright eyes…who loves kids. But, oh…contraire. The ultimate wild card. Never know what angle he’ll hit you with.

As I am rubbing my eyes in front of the coffee maker, still numb from sleep in the morning, his first joke is cracked, funny or not, ready or not, like a bullet wizzing by. Your ears can not turn the volumn down. His booming bassa nova voice bellows in the kitchen with a chuckle from his own joke he let rip. I laugh, a little…out of kindness for his effort. But, after four years of jokes rittling every other sentence-you tune them out.

So, I started to think how it must be for Robin William’s wife. Lovely lady. I see her smile in some pictures, I swear I do. But, what is the truth? Does he exhaust her? The never ending lack of being serious ever take it’s toll? Or what about the lovely relationship Jim Carey has with his lovely lady, Jenny Mc Carthy? Finally a match made in heaven. How perfect they’re zany, off the wall humor must compliment eachother.

What’s my defense? I have none. I have built up a wall of witty, one-liners, on-call comedic dialougs if I am ready or not. “Awe, c’mon”, is the usual plea from him. He looks so defensless, like a huge over grown kid. Standing there with his sand shovel. Wondering why I didn’t like the sand flung in my hair. ”Cuz, I don’t want to.” I say. My patience thin. ‘Not now.’. I say.

I have to draw the line. There has to be boundries. I nudge him, or elbow him in places where joking is not appropriate. Now. Here’s the ironic thing, when we are in a place where humor and enthusiasm is expected, he shuts down. I think it’s over load. Or, he doesn’t want to be forced to be funny. Very particular. So, I keep asking him what’s wrong? This is a birthday party. He’ll usually whip out his icy sarcasim for those moments. At least he’s enjoying himself.

Now, this is the exception, not the rule. He is polite, and has manners and is a fierce business man. This I have no complaints about. Get a few drinks in him (or not), and a couple people listening to him, you might as well give him a micraphone and walk away. The one man show takes over. I think he goes unconscious. I have had to make him pull over and let me drive, because he loses all bearings lost deep in excited monologue with somebody on the phone. I hear them laughing, I swear I do.

Humor. What it is it? Sometimes I akin it to an assault of the ears. You have a moment to decide if this is warranted to be considered funny or not. It’s hard too, because if it is not funny, it ain’t funny. You can’t force yorself to laugh, especially if you don’t even realize you missed the punchline. Is it me, or him? When he does it to others, I want to protect them, from a joke that I don’t know yet if it has been previously run. Will it fly? Usually they do.

The comics wives. I bet you anything, if I rally them all up together and ask them these questions, I will find out they all have a mean, witty, dry senses of humor. It’s the back lash you grow to be accostemed to. I started cracking jokes myself, unbeknownst to me…that had him in stiches. I want to say it here, but he will probably use it in his routine. I have sat in once while he performed, and video taped in the back…he was good. It was impromptu and he pulled it off. Now, this next one will be a larger audience. Do I want to be there? Well, sort of. I just am not sure what jokes he will use.

So, my life as a stand-up comic wive continues. I am still looking for a support group out there…if any one knows one, please let me know.

See you at the show.

To check out his films, and upcoming events; please go to: www.MoroFilms.com

Take my breath away

Isn’t it amazing that George Carlin – comedian of the 70’s and 80’s – could write something so very eloquent…and so very appropriate.     A Message by George Carlin:The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medici ne, bu t less wellness.We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing t he str eet to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time wh en you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

It’s never to late to join your life.

  

My definition of joining your life: you are here.  You are thinking, feeling, and enjoying everything happening right now. Notice the thoughts that keep you from the present moment. “I should be doing XYZ”. or “I wish I was doing XYZ”. Living now to me is looking around you. The table, chair, your arms in front of you. Hearing, smelling, tasting. This is just a teeny-tiny example of what I am talking about it.

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