“I don’t have the heart-breaking stories of other comics. I kept on saying to my parents: ‘why didn’t you hit me more?'”
While waiting for his colleagues to show up for a late-running gig, Festival long-hauler Michael Chamberlin took pause upstairs at Spleen to take stock of his journey through comedy thus far. He’s loving it, but he admits those rare nights when the audience runs cold can still suck the oxygen out of the room and sap his will to live.