Pianpei dans Brouillon

Pianpei grew up with his head full of dreams. As a child, he had one huge dream in particular: why am I talking about myself in the third person? Who do I think I am! I'm an unknown comedian, so you can probably guess that I wrote this description of my show myself, right? Let's be honest: I'm trying to convince you to come and listen to me talk about myself for an hour, so I might as well start off on the right foot. Now I'm writing in the first person.

I don't know about you, but when I was a kid, I imagined a thousand different things for my future. Then you grow up and become surprisingly good at finding excuses not to do the things you had planned, don't you? Believe me, I've built up plenty of experience in self-sabotage! Until I realized that one day, I'd be old. And nothing would be sadder than thinking, “I could have, but I didn't try.” So I'm trying.

As I grew up, I also discovered something: nobody really knows what it means to be an adult. I think it's about constantly improvising while convincing yourself you know what you're doing, hoping that one day you'll finally figure out how it all works.

In Brouillon, I talk about my dream and all the excuses I came up with to avoid making it happen. Since I promised to be honest: this show is about masturbation and weed, two excellent ways to put my ambitions off until tomorrow.

With plenty of self-deprecation, absurdity, and caustic humor, I also talk about everything that makes me, today, a rough draft of the person I'll be tomorrow.

Brouillon: the somewhat messy show of a somewhat messy human being.