Bo Burnham's "Make Happy"
I know it came out a year ago, but I just saw this last night for the first time. Here are my thoughts and take-aways in the form of disorganized word vomit.
- •It wasn't a comedy show. It was performance art.
- •Also, art is hard. It's really hard.
- •Making art you like is hard, and pleasing others with art you've made that you actually like sometimes seems impossible.
- •So like, what does it mean to be an entertainer? Is it that you're making art for the rest of the world? Is it that you're making art for yourself?
- •Or is it finding the balance between putting something you believe in out into the world, and seeking a receptive audience?
- •This idea that someone could make you laugh for an hour and then make you feel guilty for laughing, really fucked with me.
- •I kept thinking, "how did this guy, who 2 minutes ago made a dick joke, get me to question everything I've ever known about art and happiness?"
- •He was able to do it because he established himself as an entertainer in my mind a long time ago, to the point where I expect to laugh, and feel like he "owes" me something.
- •And he feels like he does, too. And that's what the whole show was about.
- •Did anything on this list make sense? I have legitimately been thinking about this shit for the last 14 hours straight.
- •Anyway, everyone has things to be happy about and things to be unhappy about, and just because you are one does not mean you are not the other. I haven't figured out yet how this directly connects but I'll noodle on it.