There is no canned laughter, this is a celebration of the absurd.
On the lasting demise of the former, I shall sing my joy loud.
As for the latter, my praises must be shared and heard;
such a noble tradition (remember The Goons) should be proud.
Monty Python (still going strong) and our own Billy T James.
“What is funny?”, the question must go. The answers are perhaps
as many as those who answer. Here is mine: humour is quixotic, not tame,
mercurial with shades of dark; it arises out of context and circumstance.
Genuine comedy is seditious, delicious and sharp, cunning and calmly calculating;
a gossamer thin boundary between serious commentary and farce:
almost a Zen-like state of being and not being funny; too little or too much it will fail.
Play the material, if it’s good it should work. Juggle the components, do not shirk,
no it’s not easy; no one said it was. Practice makes perfect (maybe
in the abstract), reminiscent of the emperor’s clothes: create the illusion,
feed the conceit; then with a flourish of a matador’s cape expose him
to be naked - devoid of embellishment or disguise, confuse the wise.
While the terms might be applied, it is neither light nor dark, vibrant in its shades.
bursts into life in the moment: a balance of pace, grace, timing and the artist’s touch.
It a deft and delicate dance. As a matter of staging, it is a challenge.
Counter intuitive plays the best. “Always look on the bright side of life?”