Norman Wilkerson does stand-up comedy. He does it
anyplace that’ll have him. It’s the one thing that he’s truly good at. It’s
the one thing he still loves. And, for the past half decade or so he’s been
culling together a small but growing number of rabid fans from across
America and abroad.
His comedy has been described as intelligent, insightful, irreverent,
cutting edge and, oh yeah… funny. It’s also been described as patently
offensive. You can’t please everyone.
He’s never won a contest and he’s never been on Premium Blend. But, he does
have the dubious honor of being included amongst
The Unbookables, a list of
comics compiled by Doug Stanhope and described as the would-be teeth of our
generation, should our generation ever tire of gumming its food.
Norman began his career in the comedy Mecca that is the Washington DC -
Baltimore sprawl, performing at Wiseacres Comedy Club (his erstwhile home),
The DC Improv, The Baltimore Comedy Factory and the various regional
shit-holes that host a comedy night. He’s been featured at the
self-described Comedy Hole in New York City, been heckled by a mob of angry
animals in Philly, appeared with freaks and fetishists in Worchester MA and
performed as an uninvited special guest at the Boston Comedy Festival. He’s
been well received in Appleton WI and less so in Jackson TN. Memphis seemed
to like him. He’s also entertained and appalled audiences in England, performing at various venues as part of The Manchester Comedy Festival, as
well as the historic Royal Court Theatre in Liverpool.
Lately he’s been living in Austin Texas, a move suggested by well meaning
individuals who assured him it would be a boost to his career. We’ll
see.
Oh, and not-for-nothin’, Norman shows up for his gigs on time, sober and
brimming with false confidence. And, he doesn’t try to fuck the wait-staff.