My first stand up gig in New York City!

My first stand up gig in New York City!

A taste of New York City.

They say there’s magical powers in the water of New York.

The magic water is what makes the bagels so good, and also what makes the bagels
magical, and apparently, if you eat enough magic bagels, magic things will happen to
you, like you’ll be able to afford rent in New York city.

Well, let me tell you something. It’s clearly true, because I ate a bagel, and now I’m a
famous comedian.

That’s right. It’s on. You know it works, one minute I’m a dumpling eating nobody, the next I’m invited
to perform, that’s right, in New York City, and with none other than this guy!

Whoa. He’s on TV, so clearly I will be now as well, and you know what that means! Money for nothin! I’m gonna be rich and powerful, and probably get to meet Kati Perry, even though I spelled her name wrong, she won’t even care, that’s how famous I am!

Damn. I performed with Ben Kronberg. It is so on. You know it. Don’t bother calling me, I will ignore you.

Wow. Stand up comedy in New York.

Wow. I crushed it so hard too, it was like I was Arnold and the world was Lou Farrigno,
and the show was a cyber version of Pumping Iron and I was just laughing, because it was just like cumming (this will look weird if you don’t know Pumping Iron or watch that clip i just linked, so do it asshole.) and I am the comedy
version of mister universe, and Ben Kronberg was high fiveing me, even though fiveing
isn’t even a word, and I was done, and then Billy Wayne Davis face humped the crowd with the collective joke penis we in the industry like to call punchlines.

And guess what? he’s got a beard too!

Man, we killed it everything bagel style. None of this plain shit, we brought out the poppy seeds and stuffed em in peoples laugh holes, even though that doesn’t even make any sense.

Look, long, boring story short, I CRUSHED IT IN NEW YORK CITY and the crowd was chanting…..

Guy with glasses…….we never met!
Guy with glasses…….We never met!
Guy with glasses…….We never met!

And they did the wave and a guy with a mohawk crowd surfed.

And I swear to god, the show wasn’t cancelled because of some CMJ music industry bullshit,
because why would anyone in their right mind cancel a comedy show for some dumb
music shit, because people can have music all day and night, but how often does a Jewish
guy with glasses and a moustache do a comedy set in New york? I swear, it wasn’t
cancelled, it was the opposite actually, the bar had Radiohead scheduled to stop by for a

surprise jam, but then said, WHAT???? You can get Mother Fuckin David Deery up here,
and he’s been eating magic bagels?

FUCK RADIOHEAD AND MUSIC AND CMJ AND MUSIC AND EVERYTHING,
WE WANNA SEE THE RZA OF THE STAND UP GAME DO HIS MAGIC WHILE TWO GUYS WITH BEARDS DANCE NEXT TO HIM AND THEY ALL DO SOME MAGIC HO DOWN ACID RAIN DANCE WHILE THE GRATEFUL DEAD PLAYS OVER THE SPEAKERS.

And I did. I laid em out, then I went a stuffed a piece of pizza in my face in like three
seconds, because that’s what Louie is secretly telling us to do when you crush it in
New York, because we all know there’s absolutely no fuckin way Louie eats that slice
BEFORE he performs. No way. What the fuck? Is he like, “Oh yeah, need some energy
for my gig at the Comedy Cellar, I better slam down this huge slab of cheese and
carbohydrate board.”

Ah, New York.

Shit, I’m starvin. It’s BAGEL TIME!

Learn from kids.

Learn from kids.

I was stopped, in front of one of these small cement skate parks, which at the time only had a few people skateboarding, when I realized how much people can learn by watching little kids do things.

I watched a small group of kids, all between eight and twelve, skating with two guys in their twenties who were really good.

This is what I saw, and will now carry over into my stand-up comedy.

ONE:

BE CREATIVE, ALMOST BLINDLY CREATIVE.

Little kids skateboard in a way that no one else does, and one of the reasons is they don’t know what people are SUPPOSED to do. They haven’t been trained to throw on the headphones and dress like everyone else and conform.

They don’t identify as a “skater,” they just skate.

Kids have no idea that you can even make money or be a cool guy superstar from skateboarding.

I find it hilarious that something that was as rebellious as skateboarding has so many conformist fucktards doing it these days.

Gotta be the money.

A wise rapper named Guru said it, “The money yo, gotta people actin funny, yo.”

This little kid I was watching, though, he was just approaching it with new eyes. He was just doing things that he could think up.

Little kids don’t even know who everyone else is or what everyone else thinks is cool.

So rule one. Approach your art with your own eyes. Fuck what everyone else is doing, find your own way, and, even if your own way is similar or even exactly what is popular, stay true. Be yourself.

Find your own tricks.

TWO:

DON’T BE SCARED!

If you ever watch a little kid skateboarding, it’s fascinating. Before they have the talent, they have the balls.
They fly around fearless at top speed and launch themselves into oblivion without a care in the world, because they haven’t been hurt yet, and although they might get hurt any minute now, worrying about that is not getting the fun out of your fun bag.

No time to cry, just time to fly.

Now, listen, I’m not saying you shouldn’t be nervous, or even aware, and I’m certainly not saying be stupid and careless and launch yourself into madness, but what I am saying is be a fearless artist.

Don’t be a pussy. If you never try, you’ll never fly, end of story.

THREE:

DON’T BE AFRAID TO ADMIRE PEOPLE BETTER THAN YOU.

The coolest thing about kids is that they don’t try to hide their amazement with people, places and things. They get excited about stuff and aren’t afraid to show it.

You’ll never get better at art if someone else doesn’t inspire you.

Little kids watch older kids skating, often times in amazement, then they cruise right up to them and ask them,

“How do you do that?”

Kids aren’t afraid to ask questions and neither should you.

You’re never too cool to learn something from someone else, and if you think you are, have fun not learning shit, asshole.

FOUR:

DON’T BE A WHORE FOR ATTENTION.

Huge.

I mean, let’s face it, we all want attention and we all want people to like us and enjoy what we do, but for god’s sake, please stop trying to shove your bullshit down our throats.

If you’re good, the people will find you, stop posting about your boring party every three seconds everyday all day.

Listen, the hot girls never need to look around for attention. Trust me, they get it.

You need to do what little kids do when skateboarding.

First, they go to the opposite side of the park by themselves and practice a trick over and over and over and over until they have it. Then they come around everyone else, make it, and look around for the validation of the older kids, which of course, they get.

Get your shit together, THEN tell me about it and maybe I’ll care.

AND LASTLY,

FIVE:

DON’T WAIT YOUR TURN:

Little kids just have no concept of waiting their turn or caring about anyone else, because they haven’t even figured out that there’s a certain flow to skateparks.

They just go where they want, when they want and don’t give a shit.

I say do the same thing in your own art. I’m not waiting in line for anyone else if I don’t have to. I’m doing my thing, and if I get in there before you do, oh well.

I’m not saying be a dick, but if you got something to do, make it happen, and if the guy that was in front of you gets mad, well it’s his problem, really.

I mean, the skateparks of the world ain’t goin anywhere my friend. They’ll be here forever.

Of course, just like kids skateboarding, there’s a lot of social rules you’ll eventually learn and feel obliged to conform to, because you’re a small-minded conformist who’s afraid to swim against the mainstream current.

But please, don’t try to stop me, I’m only eight and I’m trying to ollie this wall.

An open letter to Eric Wahlforss of Soundcloud.

An open letter to Eric Wahlforss of Soundcloud.

Dear Eric,

Wow. How dumb am I? Seriously, talk about biting the hand that feeds you.

I AM SO SORRY ERIC.

ERIC! Yes, your name is Eric Wahlforss.

One half of the duo that created Soundcloud.

You were so nice to me and I had such a blast at the party of your company that I wrote a blog about it, and then I did the ultra stupid move of telling everyone our private party secrets in that blog.

Those secrets clearly should have stayed in Vegas, because, you know, I should have known that you say nice things to everyone at parties and stare everyone in the eyes that intensely and just because we held hands by the water and you told me how you felt like we’ve known each other forever, even though we just met and it was nice, I should have known that it was “just another party.”

But then on top of that, I CALLED YOU ALEX IN THE BLOG POST!

Of course, Alex is Alex Ljung, your partner at Soundcloud.

OOOOOPS!

Jesus, this is worse than waking up naked in your bed the next morning and calling you Alex, because at least then I could have cleared my throat when I saw the look on your face and pretended like I didn’t say Alex, but what I really said was the beginning of,

“Ah-lex go get some breakfast, I’m hungry.”

I know how competitive life must be between you and your business partner Alex, and me saying all those nice things about you, then calling you Alex must have felt like a swift kick in the nards, or worse, a swift kick in the nards by Alex himself.

Seriously though, this can’t be the first time this has happened. This has to happen all the time, right,

I mean, look at this photo of you two.

Tall guys are named Alex. Tall, skinny, dark-haired guys who are kind of awesome and from Sweden are named Alex Ljung.

And shorter guys with glasses who pop off at the mouth and goof around all the time and are shorter, and goofier, and are way shorter are clearly named Eric Wahlforss.

NORMALLY!

I know how competitive doing a start-up can be. I do. I have two partners at my company.

It’s me, myself and I, and sometimes I get so pissed at myself for being so arrogant, and taking all the credit for everything, I just need to get away and dream of killing myself.

I know. It gets bad.

I can imagine Alex, after he read my blog, busting into your office and screaming,

“HA! I was so drunk at the party that I charmed the shit out of that comedian and I don’t even remember! HE LOVES ME! It’s ALL ABOUT ME! I’M WAY BETTER THAN YOU ERIC, YOU SUCK! I MADE SOUNDCLOUD AWESOME!”

And it’s not true, Eric. Don’t you listen to him. You just keep being you, and you know what, someday people will recognize, and when I say some people, I mean me, and when I say recognize, I mean get your name right.

Please forgive me and give me another chance at the next Soundcloud party, hopefully for the same amount of money.

With love and magic in my eyes.

MF David Deery.

Happy Birthday John Coltrane.

Happy Birthday John Coltrane.


Yes. It’s September 23rd once again!
Yes.

In this house it’s a high holiday and worthy of a mention as the day the greatest influence in my life was brought into this world.

John Coltrane.

Happy birthday buddy!

Although John ascended in 1967 his deep philosophies continue to spread through out the universe thanks to the wonders of the time machine known as the record and to our joyous delight, FILMS!

John Coltrane was one of those few, rare artists who separated himself from his artistic medium by means of just absolute brilliance.

He’s not JUST an amazing saxophone player, he’s so much more than that.

He’s JOHN COLTRANE!

I wanna be like John Coltrane.

The relentless work ethic.

The disregard for boundaries in art. The disregard for labels and words to describe himself.

He wanted each and every listener to find out for him or herself what was happening. He wanted each person to discover through repeated listening the joy and passions for life he was expressing in his constant quest for the perfect tone and musical vibration.

Coltrane went above and beyond politics, religion and music as a business. He was traveling into dimensions unknown, fearless and devoted to what the voice in his head was telling him was right and important, often going strongly against the will of the musical media, many of who labeled him as angry, and alienating his listeners with his later styles of musical exploration.

And what exploration it is. Fuck anyone who wants to be comfortable and mold there music or art around what “works” and “makes money.”

That’s not how John Coltrane did it, and that’s not how I’d like to do it either.

John Coltrane was literally building musical pyramids.

Works of spiritual art to be gazed upon for generations to come.

Of course, many people won’t get it. They won’t get the message and they won’t like the music. They don’t want to. Some people don’t want the truth either. They probably won’t see the space ships when they land either, and even if they did they would grab their guns and start shooting because they can’t see a universe of peace and love and perfection and they don’t want to even try to search for it.

They’re simpletons. Let them have their Biebers.
I’ve got my gods and they got theirs.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAINT JOHN COLTRANE.
A LOVE SUPREME.
WORLD WITH OUT END.

ONE MIND.

Hey Hipsters in Berlin.

Hey Hipsters in Berlin.

Alright, alright.

First off, apologies for using such a played out word like hipsters, but I wanted to get your attention and offer you some advice on what you should do with this rentable store front in Berlin, and look, it worked, here you are once again reading something absolutely not connected to whatever it is you’re supposed to be getting paid for at this particular time.

You are getting paid right now I hope.

My God, to think you might be reading this waste of the time space continuum while on your own free time just horrifies me.

Anyway, this week I have actual advice for anyone living in Berlin thinking about renting one of the many overly expensive store fronts in one of the four neighborhoods someone reading this right now might be living in.

If you are planning on making a business maneuver, please allow me two minutes of your soon to be precious time and let me recommend to you nicely, to pretty please with sugar on top…..

1. DO NOT OPEN A CAFÉ.

Go fuck yourself café people. I’m over you stupid New Zealand, American, Spanish idiots who think you can come into a foreign country and teach people how to make great coffee while raising the price a euro every three days because that’s how Starbucks taught the world it should be done.

We’re not stupid. This is Europe. We don’t need you. There’s good coffee on every block here. Go away. You’re lazy and unimaginative.

2. DO NOT OPEN A RECORD STORE OR A BOOK STORE.

I know it’s always been your dream, but give it up. I see book stores come and go and pass a new record store everyday that eventually turns into a café which is a violation of two rules.

Get over it. The Internet has stuck its cyber willy into your dream and has fucked it to death.

3. DO NOT OPEN A JEWERLY/ HIPPY STUFF/ SPIRITUAL STORE.

This is just as obvious as the three dreads on the back of your head. No one needs astrology charts. Go fuck yourself.

NOW…..

Time for the good news, because there is a plan in place and if you wanna be a true hero to all people in Berlin, what you need to do is…….

OPEN A FUCKIN ALL NIGHT DOUGHNUT PLACE EXACTLY LIKE BOB’S DONUTS IN SAN FRANCISCO!!!!

SERIOUSLY BERLIN!

YOU CALL THOSE CRAPPY THINGS YOU’RE SERVING DONUTS??

THIS RIGHT HERE IS A FUCKIN DONUT!

And stop charging two euros a donut. No one’s getting fat on two euro donuts. Fuck that. They need to be two euros a dozen. And bigger, and more sugar and fried by an old Asian woman smoking a cigarette, and 24 fuckin hours and ready to rock, and totally open right next to my house so I can go get a doughnut whenever there’s a hot girl who needs a fix!

Because donuts equals hot sexy threesomes.

TRUST ME!