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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

DC Comedy Spotlight: Hampton Yount

DC’s got talent. You know this, kids! From the guy who just wants to give you free money to the quarterback who sat on the bench for 10 years and then proceeded to dominate..until the playoffs….. this city knows how to produce stars.

This week’s Spotlight shines on Hampton Yount, who interestingly enough, looks very odd in a suit and has one hell of an arm. More importantly however, he is damn funny.

At first glance you may look at this Warrenton, VA native and say “Oh, who is this nicely dressed young man? He seems so happy to be here; I bet this is his first time.” Then he steps on stage, and you immediately realize that you were wrong. You just got thrown for a loop, and he hasn’t even told one joke. That is how it feels the whole time you watch Hampton perform. Just when you think you have him figured him out, he surprises.

By toughing up in bumf*ck dive bars that only Larry Poon could love, Hampton has now infused a hard-nosed approach into his energetic and rosy-cheeked delivery style. Did he just say that? Yes, he did. Did you just laugh at something you normally would not have found funny? Yes, you did. Does this guy also write an online comic strip? Yes, he does.

Hampton is regularly seen at the Topaz Hotel, Chief Ike’s, Top Shelf, Wiseacres, Bistro Europa, The Bomb Shelter, The Laugh Factory and the DC Improv where he has done guest spots for Ted Alexandro and John Mulaney. He also won the October 2007 DC Improv Showcase.

CATCH THIS KID!!!

This Thursday night, catch Hampton at Wiseacres in VA.

He will also be doing some Hyatt shows next month.


DCC4N’s Interview with Hampton:

Where did you first perform? What was your first paid gig?

My first time was at Attitudes in Blacksburg. There was no open mic so I had to do guest spots right out the gate. My first paid gig was at Maria’s at the Westminster Inn. It was hosted by Bird Knight, and Doug Powell was the headliner. I did ok, and it was a lot of fun. Doug Powell was so awesome. I was so lucky that the headliner was not only genuinely funny but also great to talk to. On the drive home, I screamed out the window “I’m a comedian now!” For real.

[Click the link to read the rest of Hampton's interview, plus a video!]

When did you realize that you wanted to do comedy?

It’s actually a sad story, to me. I had a lot of fun in college, and it was a really great time all in all, but I ran into a very dark period at the end. I really hated myself and had given up on everything. I’d just lie in bed for days, not eating, being miserable. At parties, I would have so much anxiety, I’d just walk away. I always wanted to be a comedian. I was definitely the class clown growing up, but suffered from very bad stage fright (I ruined a school play in sixth grade). Plus, I just figured everyone wants to be a stand-up comedian, why am I any different? Eventually, I literally said to myself “I have nothing more to lose” and walked into a comedy club in town. I immediately felt better. Oh wait, I should have said something funny.


Who were some of your earliest influences? What about them captivated you?


I always liked seeing comedians on TV. I didn’t think they were funny, but I was mesmerized by what they were doing, telling jokes and receiving laughter. No built sets, no costumes. Today, I guess I would call it the rawness of the setup. It’s just a person and their ideas.

The first comedian I latched onto was Chris Rock. I thought he was genuinely funny AND had a perspective, which was thrilling. He wasn’t just a joke machine like all the others, he was actually entertaining. I then saw Eddie Izzard a year or two later and was blown away, because it was comedian who at least was semi-similar to my own sense of humor, which I didn’t think could happen. He’s very Monty Python.

Then came the big one, Bill Hicks, at 15. I’m not saying Bill Hicks is the best comic ever, but he was a revelation at the time. Is there any way a sarcastic fifteen-year-old isn’t going latch onto an anti-authority figure like that? I idolized him. I really wanted to be a comedian after seeing Hicks. He really is the shining example of someone who reads up on their facts and has an undeniable perspective to go with it.

But it was actually David Cross’s CDs that finally helped push me. For months, I’d just listen to those two CDs every day, no kidding. He just carries such an unbridled hatred of stupidity and liars. He’s like comedy punk rock. He taught me that nothing has to be sacred and that realness is the most important trait of great comedy.


What was your first joke?

It was a long joke about an idea I had for a prank show. I explained that this new show on MTV, Damage Control, pranked a person over a couple of days, and that I wanted to do a show called “I’m Going to Drive You Fucking Insane” which took place over years. It is such a terrible joke, but they liked the whole thing. Idiots.

Do you prefer to write on- or offstage? Do you enjoy the process of writing?

I guess my only requirement for writing is that I have to be inspired. I don’t just write to write, because then I come up with these long monologues about topics I don’t even fully grasp. Let that be a lesson. For instance I don’t write about politics because the one thing I do know is I know NOTHING about politics. I leave jokes kind of unpracticed before I get onstage. I know the heart of the joke and how it should flow, but I don’t decide on the exact word order till like the third time I’ve done it.

I’ve also realized that my brain works, and every comedian’s brain really, like a specific filter. I need to cram my head full of stuff, and then pour out whatever it is I create through that filter. Problems happen when you don’t take the time to absorb and cram your head.


What about performing live do you enjoy?

I love hearing laughter, especially a baby’s laugh. I wish my audiences would laugh like a large group of babies.

Do you ever want to convey a message?

I wish people were more cynical and unforgiving like me. Hopefully, people will realize how cool I am, and then want to be like me. Like when the first Matrix movie came out.

What's hacky to you?

I could list the different varieties for hours, but I’d rather mention a recent moment. I was hanging out with Bryson Turner, and I went on a small tirade about fat black female comics while Comedy Central was playing a stand-up performance of one such type comic. I was complaining that that breed of comics tend to do very similar material. So I give examples to Bryson like “They always say 'I once dated a skinny white man; we looked just like a [Blank] and [Blank]'” or “Whenever I wear a [Type of clothing not meant for fat people], I look just like a whale in a [Blank].” There is a slight pause as we both look at the TV, and then the comic does exactly what I just said, but she finishes hers with “I looked just like a walrus in a burrito.” We sat with our mouths open.

What is your day job?

I am unemployed right now, thanks pre-written questions. I was laid off. I worked at this startup; they wined and dined me, and eventually fucked me. I woke up and they were gone, but a single rose was laid on the pillow next to mine. Seriously though, if any comedians are reading this and have a job opening at where they work, then e-mail me. I am looking for any line of work really. On a similar note, being unemployed does wonders for writing slumps.

Were your parents supportive of you doing comedy?

Yes and no. They supported me following my dreams, but they didn’t expect the dream would take longer than two years. So now they give me some crap about it. It doesn’t help that they don’t like my jokes, and my dad thinks he would be better than me.

Where do you plan on moving next?

L.A. All my comedy heroes live there and I won’t be happy as a comedian until I have won their respect.

How do you feel about the overall comedy scene in DC? Anything you want to change and what are you going to do to change it?


I absolutely love the scene! I get so excited sometimes when I think of all the crazy talent in the area. We get to grow in a vacuum; there is a huge sense of camaraderie; and there is very little struggle for stage time. I watch comedy online all the time, and I just hate so much of it. A good 20 of the comics in the area are funnier than 90 percent of comics on TV. The only thing I would change is more rooms. I am going to try and get this room in Vienna. I’ll let you guys know if anything happens.


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Monday, March 24, 2008

Dr. Heckle and Mr. Snide (Comments): Part 2

[Last week, we posted on the topic of hecklers and how to deal with them. Today, Hampton Yount brings the topic up again with his insights on the many faces of the interrupting douche/heckler. Enjoy.]

Hampton here again, ready to bring you new emotions through printed word. Let’s cut to the chase. I made a list of the different kinds of hecklers I have seen or heard about. One of my secret pleasures is writing up lists: Favorite movies, favorite songs, and least favorite memories. If a really eccentric criminal threatens to put me on a desert island, I know exactly which five best Weezer solos to bring. So, in that tradition, I have decided to shine a light on comedy and list the different types of hecklers.

Note: All of these categories are made instantly more annoying if they are a girl. Award them five hundred Fran Drescher points! Herewego! (read that real fast…real fast)

The Oblivious
I’ll start with the one that is less a standard heckler but more of an annoyance. This is the guy who doesn’t realize a show is going on. Well, don’t be mad at him; it’s not like you’re on stage with a microphone sending your voice over a PA system. He probably thought God was trying to talk to him, and he lost his faith years ago (Too little too late, God!) The best is when you stop talking or draw attention to this character, and they act like you are being a jerk. I once got a “Sorry” so dripping with sarcasm that I used it as lubricant and jerked off with it. That’s how much I loved that moment.

The Idiot
This one might actually be my least favorite. This is the guy who shouts things that are neither good nor bad about your bit. It’s rare, but it makes me slit my mental wrists every time. I’ll give an example; I have a joke about Battlefield Earth (so fucking funny, I’m a genius!), and on several occasions, I have had someone shout loudly, “JOHN TRAVOLTA!!!” midway through my bit. Frustrated, I asked one of these guys “What about him?” and he said “He’s in the movie.” I then shouted at this man for several minutes.

[Hit the jump! He's on to something here, guys!]


The Helper
This is the one you hate to hate. He shouts stuff out with the intent, in theory, to help you. Either that or he laughs weird. He’ll shout something like “You are so funny!” or have a weird, show- stopping cackle (In all the cases of the weird cackle, I wanted to stop the show and PAY to watch the person laugh). The problem is that it can make you mad, but you have no idea where to place that anger. You can’t yell at the person because it feels weird to say, “Stop having fun!” The only solution is to hug the life out of him.

The Corrector
I think you’re getting the trend here; this is the person who tries to correct your joke. Usually you’ll quote a fact or make an assertion, and they want to make sure the audience isn’t made dumber by your slight misstep. Well, how fucking helpful! No, their help couldn’t have waited until after the performance. They need to make sure everyone knows John Goodman is actually a Virgo, you blasphemer.

The Impresser
Finally, a category truly worthy of hate. He is the pinnacle of douchebaggery, the guy who shouts things to impress his friends/date. His parents were two bullies who stopped punching each other long enough to look in each other’s goofy bully eyes and breed on top of a gym mat. Nine months later, they gave birth to something with no manners. The worst is that after this guy shouts something, he goes for “The Confirm” with whoever he is with, and is greeted with sycophantic smiles. Suddenly, your head drowns in memories of high school; how him and his posse laughed at your awkward boners. Not at mine though! I was awesome in high school! I had lots of cool friends, and I was voted Class Boner. Digression aside, The Impresser is just upset someone is funnier than he powerdreams he is. I recommend comparing this specimen to a type of failure. The balance has been restored.

The Leader
This is the heckler whose comments are dead on. He is speaking on behalf of the audience, and you can feel it in your pores. Fear this heckler; he is your doom. In an ancient primeval way, this heckler's scent has claimed dominance, and is verbally hitting you in the face with a femur while the audience/apes flap their arms in approval and hurl feces (the tomatoes of the ape world) at you. Maybe it’s time to rethink career choices.

Any more that you can think of?

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Monday, March 3, 2008

Tales from the Road: Oberlin College


On Friday Hampton Yount, Tim Miller, and I joined Mike Blejer in returning triumphantly to his alma mater, Oberlin College. Oberlin College, where no one is surprised by the number of students that are into men, but Tim is surprised by relatively high number of black people. I think they should definitely use that in their recruitment literature.

Seven hours each way, the whole trip took about a day and a half meaning most of the time was spent not agreeing on musical tastes and deciding which one of us was most racist, but isn't that what all road trips eventually devolve into?

Okay, on to the show, which was in a coffee shop/performance space that could probably hold a good 300 people if you were pushing it, or 40 people if you were putting on a comedy show last Friday. Despite the less than stellar numbers the Oberlin crowd was receptive and seemed to enjoy everything except PowerPoint presentations and Hampton's gay, incestuous suicide fantasy (which happens to be one of my favorite jokes in the world). We probably should have shortened our sets to account for the lack of audience but after seven hours in the car, no one is gonna tell no one that they can't do what they intended to do. Fuck you, English language!

Apparently, much of our problems stemmed from the bad word of mouth after the last stand up performance just one week prior from a bunch of racist, sexist New York stand ups (take that New York!) that we would love to know the names of for no reason in particular (**update** a review of the New Yorkers' show was found online. The last line tells you exactly why our crowd wasn't huge). At any rate, we did so well that we got invited to a rocking college party that we (suspiciously) weren't able to locate, thus ended up drinking at the local watering hole before going back to the hotel to watch my new favorite movie, Beer League. Also, Beer League is the worst movie I've ever seen.

All in all, despite minor setbacks that trip was a blast and would go back to Oberlin in a second, although I should probably wait for an invite.



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Friday, February 8, 2008

Kevin Smith, Hampton and You!

Hampton here, spinning a personal message to my crew in the D.C.verse. I have always been interested in what famous comedians influenced my favorite local comics. Usually, they say “*Blank* really changed everything for me” except replace blank with a very famous comedian (Roseanne). While that’s interesting, I realized recently that maybe that really isn’t the biggest influence on people’s comedy. I didn’t really register good stand up comedy until I was about 15 years old and for years before that I was already the funniest kid on planet earth.

So something had to start me on that path, right? I can think of many non-comedian things that influenced me, but I am going to choose one for the purposes of this blog. And I would like YOU, the comedian reader, to comment and leave an influence that helped mold you; anything that isn’t a comedian. Write about: a cartoon, a relative, a show, a book, a movie, a musician, an event, a comic strip, or anything that helped make you who you are. For myself I have chosen the movie Clerks.

[Read the rest, or just jump to the part where you get to talk.]



Now a lot of people don’t like Kevin Smith, but that’s not important. This isn’t about my love of Kevin Smith, it’s about how, growing up, I watched the movie Clerks. When I was around 10 years old, I hung out at my friend Nick’s house close to every single weekend for about 5-6 years (free Sunny D). We would practice flips on sofa cushions and play Super Nintendo till our eyes bled pixels. And at night we would set up the TV and watch movies until we fell asleep. Nick only owned three R rated movies: Terminator 2, Highlander 2, and Clerks. I can say with all certainty that I have seen all three of these movies in the hundreds. I cannot watch any of these movies now, because now not only do I know how Terminator 2 ends I know how many times Sarah Connor blinks when the Psych Ward guard licks her face (trick question. None!). It might also interest you to know I watched Highlander 2 and Terminator 2 all those times without ever having once seen the first movies in those series. I am that cool.

So, back to Clerks. I loved this movie. It’s basically a movie where nothing happens except people talking and I, a 10 year old, was totally engrossed. Every time. I barely understood a third of what they were saying (raised Catholic, very naïve, scared of own dick) but I kept watching. Over those 6 years I understood more and more of the movie and began to appreciate it for different reasons. I think the important thing I took from that movie was the foul language.

I am completely sincere. That movie taught me how to swear. It changed how I made kids laugh. Now I wasn’t just silly, but could say things that would elicit laughter. It set me on a path of passion for the well crafted sentence. When I listen to Patton Oswalt the best thing I take away from it is how he sets up his adjectives and adverbs like a composer. It’s not what you say; it’s how you say it.

Clerks also taught me the value of minimalism. It’s about relationships and nuances. It’s the details of life that make life interesting. Like I said, the story is very low key, but when you watch it go down it seems like all life depends on the end of that day. Now I admit, Clerks is not even the best example of these ideas, and when I watch it today I almost cringe, but at that time and place in my life it was a big deal. That’s the real deal Holyfield.

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