Robin Ince - I’m a Joke and So Are You

IM A JOKE AND SO ARE YOU

Clever, funny, kind and interesting just like Robin.

Sara Pascoe comedian and author of Animal

Profound, compassionate, eye-wateringly funny and immensely human. Robin investigates the big questions of the human condition with the razor-sharp insights and sensibilities of one of our very best stand-up comedians.

Alan Moore author ofV for Vendetta

Robin Ince is co-presenter of the award-winning BBC Radio 4 show, The Infinite Monkey Cage. He has won the Time Out Award for Outstanding Achievement in Comedy, was nominated for a British Comedy Award for Best Live show, and has won three Chortle Awards. He has toured his stand up across the world from Oslo to LA to Sydney, both solo and with his radio double act partner, Professor Brian Cox. He is the radio critic for the Big Issue and appears weekly on Steve Lamacqs show on BBC Radio 6 Music.

First published in hardback and airside trade paperback in Great Britain in 2018 by Atlantic Books, an imprint of Atlantic Books Ltd.

Copyright Robin Ince, 2018

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To Nicki and Archie,
who, in the words of Guy N Smith, have to put up with it all and to Barry Crimmins, an inspiration who used his voice to make sure so many others were heard.

The moment a man questions the meaning and value of his life, he is sick... By asking this question one is merely admitting to a store of unsatisfied libido to which something else must have happened, a kind of fermentation leading to sadness and depression.

Sigmund Freud

The problem with Freud is that he never had to play the Glasgow Empire.

Ken Dodd

I n the otherwise thoroughly well-observed television drama series about 1950s American stand-up, The Marvellous Mrs Maisel, the titular characters first three spots, which wow jaded late night audiences at the Gaslight Caf, are all the result of her turning up drunk and angry and impulsively storming the stage to riff in perfectly constructed sentences about the domestic injustices currently tormenting her.

The series contrives to give the impression that great stand-up routines are conceived on the hoof, in a booze or drugs haze, rather then as a result of endless hours of soul-searching, honing phrases and reaching for just the right word. I am sure lots of stand-ups have found themselves the worse for wear at least once at some late-night club gig where they improvised in the moment a bit that went on to redefine the direction their work was taking. (Mine was at The Classic in Auckland, New Zealand at about 4 a.m. in April 2005.) But a real-life Mrs Maisel would not have flounced into the world fully formed. We all know this, and so does Robin Ince.

I have, I suddenly realize, known Robin Ince for three fifths of my life, and most of the time I have spent talking to him was backstage, in bars near venues, or on shared rides ferrying us between underpaid 1990s gigs in far-flung locations. Nearly thirty years ago now, as we crossed the storm-tossed Severn Bridge in the small hours in a spluttering Austin Maxi, the delightful older comic driving us explained to me the that the weather conditions did not bother her as she was being looked after by her Native American spirit guide, who was sitting between us on the front seat.

I looked into the rear-view mirror and saw Robin raise a quizzical eyebrow as we tightened out seatbelts and settled in for the ride of a lifetime. I knew that both of us were thinking the same thing: what qualifications has a nineteenth-century nomad, perhaps only familiar with horse travel, that enable him to supervise late twentieth-century motor transport? And wouldnt you, if you were the ghost survivor of a genocidally exterminated indigenous culture, use the car as a weapon to take out as many of your oppressors people as possible? Its moments like this that seal bonds that last a lifetime.

Inces subtly significant influence on the trajectory of the better parts of British stand-up over the last few decades has been taken for granted. The resolutely anti-mainstream stand-up salons he began to run at the turn of the century gave a generation of left-field acts, me included, a safe space to experiment, and the connections he made in large-scale shows between comedy and the worlds of politics, philosophy and science went on to be commercially exploited by less scrupulous talents who declined to credit him for his innovations. Remove the jenga brick of Robin Ince from the foundations of the tower of the last few decades of British live comedy and it suddenly would start to look a bit wobbly. Im A Joke And So Are You bequeaths us all the benefit of his experience.

This deceptively deep book is an invaluable and inspiring effort, worthy to sit on a shelf alongside other classics of stand-up comedy analysis, such as Stewart Lees How I Escaped My Certain Fate, or If Your Prefer A Milder Comedian Please Ask For One, by Stewart Lee, or Syd Littles Little By Little. But it is also much more than that.

Taking the way stand-up comedy routines are crafted and the mindsets of the people who make them as his starting point, Ince swiftly swoops out into wider consciousness, attempting to analyse and anatomize the very essence of how imagination works, where creative ideas come from, and what conscious and subconscious processes the human mind engages in when it chooses to try to surprise itself with notions it never knew it was capable of.

Truth seekers from all walks of life will find it inspiring and illuminating, even if they are not stand-up aficionados already aware of the works of Sofie Hagen, Paul Chowdhry, Josie Long, Nina Conti, Noel Fielding, Jason Cook, Lenny Henry and Felicity Ward, who are all interviewed within, alongside a host of scientists, psychologists, cultural commentators and an astral-projecting occultist who worships a snake god.

A few years ago, I seem to remember, Robin Ince interviewed me at length for this book. And yet none of my comments appear in it. There is, however, a lengthy section of quotes from an interview with Ricky Gervais, a man whose stand-up is essentially a copy of mine, stripped of nuance, and performed by a comic who doesnt really understand it, and yet is paid literally tens of millions of dollars more than me for his ersatz version of my act, by a network which describes me as too parochial.