Perspective, use it or lose it.
I pulled that one from my dog-eared copy of Illusions, by Richard Bach. It’s a fun read that takes a little more time expounding on the feathery philosophies he was discussing in his more famous work, Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
I usually pick up the book once a year and see if it has something new to tell me. Throughout Illusions, there are some pretty simple questions one can ask themselves and arrive at some deep conclusions.
There’s also a whole lot of talk of living in a solipsist-like universe in which you are perfectly free to do and think, as you like.
Likely now, the more secular and religious might start flipping over to Beer Buzz, (See? You guys can agree on something!), but stick around folks, we’re going deep into Makes Sense Tomorrow territory.
I decided to leave the place I’ve called home for the past 10 years. I’m actually writing this column in my billet’s house in Winnipeg, waiting for my tech time for the Fringe Festival.
Leaving the Yukon wasn’t an easy decision, but one that had been brewing in my mind for quite some time.
A while back, I was chatting with a good friend (we were grilling steak over a campfire) and we both came to the same conclusion that the Yukon is one of the safest places we’ve ever been.
If you’re even half-willing to put up an effort when you arrive, the territory can get you cozied-up like you’ve just walked back into the womb. Sounds a little weird, but I know most of you will know exactly what I’m talking about.
There is no other place in Canada where someone can effectively re-invent themselves. And there is no other place that I can think of where it’s perfectly OK to do so.
It’s no surprise why stalwart comedian Chris McNutt’s piece, We Are From Ontario, is so funny.
I’ve joked about it before, but to be perfectly honest, there is nothing wrong whatsoever with cultivating a new chic for yourself. If you want to grow a beard, get a dog and become an organic folk musician, great – you’re in the right place.
Before I got to the Yukon, I was wasting my time working in a smoke shop, so sure, I was looking for a new life, too.
But now the wheel has turned again and I found myself with a loss of perspective. There’s a huge wide world out there. Did I really only want to sample “Outside” for a couple of weeks at a time once a year?
I’m exactly clear on what I want to do with my life, but I know I need to try it out on a larger stage. Comedians need to evolve or they’ll stagnate, at least they’re material sure will.
This is where that perspective comes in. Comedy is about looking at things from different angles. And the deeper a perspective one can have can make all the difference in any creative aspect.
The biggest impetus I’ve had in heading out into the wide world mainly came from the crop of new comedians we’ve gained over the past year. It’s thrilling for me to see how good these guys (and gals) are, right out of the gate. I know I didn’t catch my stride, comedy-wise for a good two years at least.
Watching these talented people craft some truly hilarious stuff was the push I was looking for. I do very much want to try to go to another level, whatever that may be.
And to do so, I had to leave the womb. Trust me, it was just as hard as I remember, just as many tears anyway.
When I do come back to the territory, hopefully I’ll have a fresh perspective to share, as I open for some real headliners – you know who you are.
So thanks for reading the column and following along on whatever rambling journey I decided to take. A special thanks goes out to my editor, for letting me ramble on any random subject.
One final plug, take the chance on some new perspectives every second Wednesday at Coasters with your host Chris McNutt, you’ll be happy you did.
If Anthony left without paying his bar tab or not returning his library book, you can still contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.