| Mike Cottle's decline into irony and double entendre began with the well known BBC comedy improv series. "Go ahead, try it. Your mom's not here. You can quit anytime," they said. But it was too much, even stronger than the adrenaline rush from Jazz, with which he had battled, and lost to in his college years; the thrill of spontaneous invention. Who could resist? Soon
he was wandering the streets of Salt Lake looking for a stronger fix, and stumbled into a ComedySportz club. He was hooked. A few months later, to save money, he became a dealer and joined the troupe. Despite three degrees,
a faculty position at the University of [censored] and an international reputation for digital audio synthesis, his habit has reduced him to selling concessions and playing guitar on weekends just to get a fix. His evil twin ("David") pays the bills and buys the guitar strings.
This is your brain [buy toothpaste, you're out].
This is your brain on comedy improv [what the... did he just say... no way... an octopus football?... brown bag!] |
