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Moin zusammen. Ich habe ein paar “Upcoming Shows” in nächster Zeit, auf die ich hier extra hinweisen möchte. Und bei so viel Comedy brauche ich einen künstlerischen Ausgleich: Gestern Nacht habe ich im fensterlosen Badezimmer Collagen gebastelt, weil da keine Mücken hinkommen. (Inspiriert von John Stezaker.) Los geht’s:

1) Stand-up Comedy – “Ingrid und Jonas lieben andere Menschen”:

Ein Abend, eine Bühne, ein Mikro, zwei Comedians.

Die Berliner Stand-up Comedians Ingrid Wenzel und Jonas Imam zeigen euch am 23.08.2018 ihre Netflix Specials. (Noch) ohne Netflix, dafür live, roh, unzensiert (und andere Adjektive!).

In Amerika sagt man, es braucht zehn Jahre, um Comedian zu sein. Ingrid und Jonas haben jetzt zusammengerechnet elf Jahre auf Bühnen verbracht und zeigen euch ihr aktuellstes, bestes Material.

Jonas ist Berliner, Ingrid vom Niedersächsischen Dorf. Beide haben mal ein Studium beendet und sind doch Comedians geworden. Ingrid ist für Comedy nach California gegangen, Jonas ist Urgestein der Berliner Comedyszene (mit seinem wöchentlichen Open Mic „Kusskuss Comedy“ und seinen Podcasts „Verprügelt mit Punchlines“ und “Alt Shift Comedy“). Heute treten beide in diversen Shows, auf deutsch und englisch und im Quatsch Comedy Club auf.

Da Ingrid auch Comic-Zeichnerin ist und Jonas viel mit seinen Augen kuckt, gibt es in dieser Show auch visuelle Überraschungen on Top!

Der Mad Monkey Room, Berlins bester alternativer Comedyclub, hat begrenzt Platz, ihr könnt gerne hier Plätze reservieren: comedyonde@gmail.com oder einfach paar Minuten vor 20 Uhr kommen.

In Berliner Comedy Tradition kostet die Show keinen Eintritt, damit jeder Kultur genießen kann. Dafür gibt am Ende jeder nach seinem Ermessen eine Spende in den Hut. (Spendenvorschlag: 5-1000.00 Eur).

Beginn 20 Uhr. Mehr Infos hier im Facebook-Event.


“Sunglasses” by Ingrid Wenzel feat. John Stezaker & Sergey Sanin

Noch mehr Shows:

2) Heute abend, 14.08.2018, gibt es die rare Gelegenheit mein Set auf English zu sehen: Flat Earth Comedy at It’s a bar, Kreuzberg, 21 Uhr.

3) Am 18.08.2018 performe ich in der BKA Late Night Show mit Stefan Danziger und Marne Litfin (EN).

4) Stand-up Comedy ohne Vorbereitung? In den USA heißt das “Setlist – Comedy without a net” und in Berlin heißt es Dead End! See me struggle or succeed, but certainly have fun, this Sunday, August 19th, at Bar800A in Berlin Wedding. 4a) Am 27. August tritt dort übrigens Judah Friedlander auf, Tickets gibt’s online, wouldn’t miss!

5) Immer nur Berlin, Berlin? Nö, am 29.08.2018 bin ich in Hamburg. Und zwar beim NDR Comedy Contest. Los geht’s um 20 Uhr. Wer auf meine Gästeliste mag, schreibt mir einfach (via Mail oder Social Media). So viele Freunde wie Gästelistenplätze habe ich nämlich gar nicht. 5a) Und am 6. September gibt es in Hamburg das letzte Knust Comedy Open Air für dieses Jahr, Eintritt frei, Spende erwünscht.

6) Zu guter Letzt ein “Save the Date”: Am 11. Oktober zeichnen wir für für Comedy Central in Berlin eine Show auf. Mehr Infos soon.


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Some funny and wise books about comedy and art

I’m always on the look out for funny and wise books about comedy and art. And sharing books is sharing love. So here are some picks, that I read this or last year:

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I am holding a book. I can read.

Bridget Christie. A Book For Her. 2016.
Funny and wise words about being a woman in comedy and how to talk about topics that matter. Thanks Martin Niemeyer for recommending!

Stewart Lee. How I Escaped My Certain Fate –
The Life and Deaths of a Stand-up Comedian. 2011.

The best book about stand-up as a craft and artistic integrity. I underlined stuff on every single page as if I prepared for the stand-up college finals. I also love the way he disses himself in the footnotes.

Julia Cameron. The Artist‘s Way. 1992.
All time classic and the only self-help book I am willing to read. Healing steps for artistic creative recovery. I don’t know anyone who disliked it. (Who the hell borrowed this from me, though?)

Kit White. 101 Things to Learn in Art School. 2011.
The quick art rules in this little book can be applied 1:1 to stand-up. The short rules have the perfect length for my limited attention span. And, as a multiple art school reject, it gave me some piece of mind.

Austin Kleon. Show Your Work. 2014.
If you, like me, distrust social media and yet want to use it wisely as an artist. He also has a good blog for creatives: austinkleon.com

Scott McCloud. Understanding Comics – The Invisible Art. 1994.
For anyone interested in storytelling and visual art. Enchanting edutainment.

Dying Laughing. 2016.
No book, but a movie and must-see for comedians and congeners. I think I cried.

Charms Halpern, Del Close, Kim H. Johnson. Truth in Comedy: The Manual for Improvisation. 1994.
In this short manual improv pioneers examine the core of humor: truth. (Sorry Regina that I „borrowed“ it so long and tried to sneak it in your shelf as if I never had it.)

Ton Kurstjens. The Clown, from Heart to Heart. 2011.
Recommended by my clown teacher Ulrike Henseler. It includes games to find your inner clown and truly connect with people, heart to heart. I know some stand-ups who hate and want nothing to do with the concept of clowning. But finding your inner clown is core to finding your voice on stage and this book can help.

Brigitte Peter et al. Das Sprachbastelbuch. 1975.
Working in comedy means to connect to your inner child and use words. This brilliant Austrian language book for kids contains creative games for both. Inklusive Schimpfwort-ABC! Thank you again Regina!

On my current reading list are „The Subtle Art of how to not Give a F*ck (Manson)“, „Über das Geistige in der Kunst (Kandinsky)“ and „Bicycle Diaries (Byrne)“.
I’m always happy for new recommendations for wise and funny non-fiction!

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Ingrid’s Search for the Global Punchline – Liverpool

I’ve always had a fascination with England: their people, their humor, their language. But I never really encountered English people, other than the drunk NATO soldiers at shitty clubs in my German hometown Celle. The only time I approached an English person was when I was 14 and on a class trip to London. „Um, excuse me, can you tell me ze vay to ze topshop, please“, I bravely asked a woman in the street, nervously with my best school English and in front of my class mates. She grunted „äh, ich sprech’ auch deutsch!!!!!“. I was both humiliated and impressed that, in this busy street, I picked out the one German.

The last time I was in Britain was eight years ago at a summer school in Twickenham, in southwest London. My job was to take care of spoiled international kids. We would go on a hike around town and suddenly our three kids from Dubai went missing. Turned out later, they despise walking and got into a cab, without any notice, and drove back to the school. They also stopped at a Pizza Hut. I wish I had been a kid from Dubai.

I visited England a few times during my „cruise ship incident“ 2012-2014. (That is, for months I hosted Bingo onboard a German cruise ship with a character I developed just for the game: Bingo host „Bingrid“, a stickler for the rules, openly dismissive, and always annoyed with all guests. Believe it or not, I was regularly mentioned in the customer reviews under „what we liked about our trip“. Hosting Bingo with an alias also helped me not to go mad and jump off the railing. “It’s not really me who’s shouting out numbers at people every single night while floating on an ocean.”)

That being said, the ship stopped at rather alternative British tourist destinations like the industrial port of Southampton, and some harbor two miles outside of Dover – which was absurdly advertised as „London“ in the cruise’s brochure. That’s why these visits to Britain don’t count. It’s an insult to any country when three thousand cruise guests and a grumpy bingo host are out on parole for a few hours in a different country to take pictures and in thirty years find a photo and say „oh yeah, I’ve been there“.

Last week, I finally set foot on the island again and visited my friend Sam, a sound artist from South Korea, in Liverpool. Finally, I met real English people.
Here are my field notes, that I jotted down while walking:


Manchester Fish n Chips Liverpool
Get yourself a partner that looks at you the way I look at Fish & Chips (c) Sam Ryu


Liverpool, June 12th 11.30 am

Everything does look English, I totally forgot. It’s like a parody of what I remembered Britain was like. I walked out of Sam’s home and within ten minutes I saw: a guy without a shirt, three woman that looked just like Katy Price, a dozen old people with long faces that looked like props from the old Mr. Bean series, a man in an electric wheel chair definitely going over the speed limit while dragging his overweight dog behind, three people that I apparently passed too closely so they reflexively said sorry. And of course kids in uniform. I followed them into the Liverpool cathedral. They had a children church service and all their gospels sounded like Mumford & Sons.

Liverpool, June 12th 4 pm

A book store had one shelf labeled „humor“. Does a German book store even have one humor book? I picked up a book called „Nomad“ by Alan Partridge. A comedy character portrayed by Steve Coogan. His kitsch cover just mesmerized me. A creepy bloke (a new English word that I learned and like) stood behind me and said „you should get that book hahaaaa“. I asked why. He shouts „This is everything that is wrong with this country“. Now I regret not having bought it.

Liverpool, June 12th 11pm

I went to a comedy club but didn’t perform. I need to analyze them first before I’m in the responsible position to make them laugh. You know, war preparation. There was a language problem, though. The people here speak scouse, the thick Liverpool accent, which to me is Dadaist art. (In a cafe a woman said, I think, „we have Pringles, Twix and Kitkat“ but all I understood was „eh ih huh twinkles pricks and quick quacks“). I laughed hysterically the entire show about my mishearings. It didn’t help that I sat next to the most drunk woman in the room, who was there with her three sons, she wanted to set me up with. That I understood.

I also understood the funny headliner’s English because he’s from Malawi. Daliso Chaponda asked the crowd „who of you grew up poor“. Everyone cheered. And then „who of you grew up rich“. So I clapped, because I thought „well I won’t be the only one, I clearly didn’t grow up super rich but definitely not poor either“. I was the only one who clapped and everyone laughed at me. Well there’s my first laugh!
I had so much fun, I totally forgot I was there to do research. I realized how comedy is a fun, violent volleyball game. Saying something on stage, i.e. sending out energy and waiting for the reaction, for the energy to hit the back of the room and hit you back in the face before sending out the next words.




My friend Regina thought of a TV format: “Ingrid’s search for the global punchline”. I travel from country to country, from comedy club to comedy club, bar to bar. I observe which laughter unites us, which separates us. I take field notes of what people laugh about. Where do people draw a line? What do they find funny about the world, themselves, me? My next episode will be already next weekend, when I perform in Vienna here.


(Two of the photos here were actually taken in Manchester, just to be accurate.)

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I talked to my photographer Sergey Sanin from Hamburg. He asked „do you wanna do a shooting at your place in Berlin? I wanna try something out“. „Sure“ I said. He goes „okay I will send parts of my equipment to you via post“. 

Wait, what did I just agree to? A quick shooting with, well, a camera? Or a super elaborate studio production that apparently includes shipping heavyweights in trucks and cargo ships. Well turns out the latter! On the day of the shooting, we carried up more bags and boxes than when I moved in.

We took up so much space that we had to rearrange furniture. (Which was good because I swept under the couch for the first time.)  The lamps and metal gear you see in the following pictures are not my usual desk lamps. They are his bulky weights for complicated shootings. Boy was I glad to just be in front of the camera. I only had to look good. Well and here are five photos out of five hundred to prove just that.

The shooting was inspired by works of Brad Trent and by Chris Buck’s photo series uneasy. He even liked our instagram post! (This will be the only time I get excited about someone liking my instagram, okay?). Now Sergey is back in Hamburg and, if he’s not slain by his equipment, he’s probably working on more editing. So long, here are some first results and outtakes:


HIdden in this photo: a beastly photo bomb and my work ethic (somewhere on my desk)


Here are two outtakes from when my foster dog needed more attention than me:


The two following photos of me starring into the void are basically a photo quiz: Find nine differences and you can win an iphone (well maybe, if I find it, a broken iphone2 cable):

Was soll’s, here are two more: