We forget

We have an infatuation with labeling people good or bad. I don't think there are good or bad people. I think there are just people. People can do good and bad things. The human race tends to sweep people who do bad things under the rug. That's not a man who did that crime, that's a criminal. That's not a man who murdered, that's a murderer. That's not a man doing crack, that's a comedian. Criminal, Murderer, Crack-headed-comedian, all have such a subhuman ring to it. It's comfortable to think that humans aren't capable of being these monsters. So we lift the rug and sweep, but we forget to ask ourselves why these things happen. What drives a man to murder? There are a multitude of answers. We forget to heal the environments that make people do crazy things like comedy. We forget to heal each other. We forget to heal.

Trust me… I’m a Comedian

 

Trust me… I’m a Doctor Comedian

 

Young up-and-coming comedian, John Magallanez, was born and raised in San Antonio. In other words, I’m Mexican-American, infatuated with Big Red soda, and considers BEAN AND CHEESE TACOS worth capitalizing. Raised by a loving, absurd, and traditionally loud family, I was born to entertain. The only problem was: nobody ever told me this, so I grew up painfully shy and focused on my studies. Even though I had no true talents to speak of, it wouldn’t be long until the entertainer side of me would begin to take stage. I attended Shepherd of the Hills Lutheran School from kindergarten to 8th grade, where I was known for my basketball playing and the debut of my rap group's parody album, “Pickle in My Soup.” Later, I graduated from O.W. Holmes High School, where I was nominated for, and lost, the coveted class title of “Best Smile,” and was instead awarded the lowly and more superficial title of “Best Personality.” It was in college, however, where I would finally find my voice as a solo entertainer. Unfortunately, it was the voice of an amazingly mediocre spoken word poet and, although ironically funny, it was not yet the voice of the rising comedian we’ve all grown to love today. I graduated with a degree in biology from Loyola University in New Orleans with the honest intentions of becoming a doctor. After graduation (and after the San Antonio Spurs somehow overlooked drafting me), I finally decided to pursue my crazy dream of comedy instead of medical school.

I would obsessively go to comedy open-mic nights telling myself, “Next week, I’m going to take the stage!” In the end, my social anxiety always seemed to get the best of me. So next week never came. Until one day, I built up the courage to take the stage and turn the microphone on. People laughed, one lady (who was questionably not sober) even asked me for my autograph, and I haven’t looked back since. My supportive family is a big part of my comedy. They give me more than enough material to write about. My clean comedy routine, not too far from my personality, is often self-deprecating humor, mixed with ridiculous overconfidence, and a dash of observational wit. It’s hard to pinpoint what attracts me to stand-up comedy but I simply just love making people laugh.

My second time doing stand-up was in a weekly comedy contest at the Bonham Exchange, hosted by the great Joan Rivieras. After losing miserably to Alex “Kool-Aid” Ansel, I was introduced to Nick “The Mailman” Charles, who booked me for my first paid show (despite my lack of a stage name.) I can’t give Nick enough thanks for giving me the opportunity to do what I love and follow a crazy dream. I would love to make comedy my primary profession, but for now I enjoy being a student of comedy. I’m new, and as all new people, I understand that I have dues to pay and time to give. My next show will be 8pm, December 14 at Backstage LIVE for the RawArtists Showcase. Normally, I’m doing open mic sets 5 nights a week at various venues. I’m trying to get as much stage time as possible and write as much as my attention span allows. When I’m at home I practice my jokes in a clunky old karaoke machine that I set up in my room. As I’m writing this, I’m practicing my jokes out loud, and a while ago I heard my mom yell out, “Hey! What’s all that noise in there? It sounds like someone’s chasing a DYING DREAM, with a microphone!” And she’s right, because I do have a microphone on.

Do Not Resuscitate

Do Not Resuscitate

The last breath whispered through the man’s chest.

 His eyes lost their shine as the monitor flat lined.

 “DNR” on his wrist but I couldn’t resist.

“Doctor, you have to let me in and resuscitate him again!

I can’t do it! I can’t let him die in my eyes!

Call it selfish,

Call it too much pride, 

but he deserves to stay alive.

He’s not dying on my watch; 

now move over let me in!”

So I grabbed the defibrillator and shocked him again and again.

And once again... 

Breath was put into the man’s lungs.

His head shook 

as his ears rung.

Electricity ran through the patient’s veins 

and along with the pain,

his heart began to take rhythm.

The blood flowed freely within him.

And once again…

he bled. 

The patient looked at the doctor and nothing was said.

I slept for the first time in days.

Woke up in half a daze.

I went to see the patient 

but it was too late.

Blessed with the hands of God 

but I couldn’t stop fate. 

Overnight the patient had pulled the plug on his own life.

With his body lay a note that he had the nurse write. 

I picked up the paper and I looked at the words through the tears in my eyes.

As I sighed, 

my heart stops 

and a part of it dies.

Then a smile began to shine on my grizzled face as I read it again.

“Son, I love you too.”

Hope for a Child

Keeper of the Innocence,

Keep your Innocence

As you age

May you grow

As you grow

May your Innocence become Empathy

May your Empathy become Faith

May your Faith become Wisdom

May your Wisdom last forever

Keeper of the Innocence,

Keep your Innocence

Transform

Transform the world with the power of an open heart.

Empower

I hope the fruits of my labor gain a breath independent of my own.
My aim is not to be known
nor for the world to be a worse place without me.
My aim is for the world to be better because I existed,
even if I only exist in the shadows.

Thoughtless

The grey eyed man feared his own thoughts
He benumbed his mind
That night
He awoke in a cold sweat. 
Trembling too much for slumber
He realized
The most thought-filled nightmare will never scare more than an empty dream.

Entertainment

Lock away our life in a story that's not our own.

Heal

Cursed with melancholy
His grey eyes curesd the heavens
Why is your hand so heavy upon me?
Why must I suffer?
Return my veil!
A voice in the wind replied
You are blessed to see the wounds of the world
Go forth and heal

Deeper

Think deeper. Pray deeper. Be deeper.