Nasry Malak is a very funny stand up comedian/ actor/ writer who has been in the entertainment business for about twelve years. His voice is truly unique to comedy where his style and originality are unmatched. Trained in the art of acting and improvisation Nasry’s true...Read More
I recently met one of my boyhood heroes. I was on the set of an Eddie Murphy Movie (because apparently security is very lax) and I met the Legend. Now here’s a guy who has been in more blockbusters then you can count, even before he started playing a flatulent Nutty Professor (which doesn’t make u nutty at all). Let’s not forget his standup comedy, when it came out at the time in the early eighties, that was all any one could talk about. Meeting Eddie Murphy for me is like meeting the Dhali Lama for anyone who hasn’t bathed in a month and has a smelly yoga matt with their initials.
So he’s about to shoot this scene and I yell “Eddie I’m a big fan, You’re the reason why I got into stand up comedy” He yells back, “oh you’re a comic”. I yell “Yeah, Delirious was a classic comedy album.” He yells “Thank you”. Now I wait for the awkward silence. And I wait. So then I walk away trying not to make eye contact so he won’t think I’m gay. The Eddie Murphy rumors got the best of me I guess.
What did I expect would happen? It’s not like he’s going to tell me, “Oh you’re a fan, here take my wallet or better yet use the bathroom in my trailer.” Or better yet, “I want to sign you” Sign me to what? He’s not obligated to do anything for me or say anything to me. Although, deep in the recesses of my brain I thought he was going to say something life changing. Something like “you know what? I’d like to see your work, do you have a tape.” ( Who still uses tapes? Comedy bookers that’s who. Because they are old and dated and don’t know any better.)
What I should’ve said was, “Yo E, hook a brudda up. You know I bought all yo albums, you owe me.” And his reply would’ve been “Do you know how big my body guards are? Don’t make me blow this whistle”. And I would say, “But i even saw all the movies where u played a talking donkey” At that point I would have been the talking donkey, just another classic example of life imitating art.
Eddie really is the reason why I went into comedy. When you watch all those concerts of him moving an arena it becomes very inviting. But when you first get into comedy no one tells you how hard it is. No one tells you all the douche bags you meet and all the lame crowds you perform for. No one tells you that there’s always a drunk in the audience who thinks he’s funnier then you. Or the belligerent laughter that’s involved with all your so called peers. No one tells you about the vacant stares you get when you try intelligent or new material. No one tells you of all the failed comedians who think they’d make better comedy club bookers. No one tells you about the countless shows you do for free, to the point where you’re having ketchup sandwiches for dinner. No one tells you about the Evil that is the “HA HA” comedy club. (Side note: You can’t spell Hack without HA.)
All this was a far cry from the arenas I saw Eddie perform in when i was a kid. But you know what, it sure beats the shit out of working. No matter how bad it gets I don’t have to deal with some a-hole standing over my shoulder making sure the specs are right. I don’t have to deal with some young punk taking over my job because of job performance. The best think about comedy is the longer you’re in it the better you become. I don’t have to kiss the boss’s ass, only some douche bag booker, which could be done at my leisure.
See you at the clubs