I once hoped standup comedy would offer up a master key to the differences between various comics. A number of well-known & not so well-known hybrids. The genes that vary between most also tend to vary most within chuckle huts. Carefully sculpted to engage the machinations of turbulence.
Let’s concrete the stakes: Humor are the worker bees of art (the cockpit of memory), from ferrying the sublime to kick-starting reactions, strung together in chain commands, folded fiendishly.
A well-worn metaphor is the lock & key, accommodating one another (less a key in a lock than a negotiation on the fly), bestowing pale moonlight. A dynamo picture camera reconciling a wide terrain of narrow specifications. A grind for somnophiliacs. Suspects encroaching on thy turf on the hunt for clapter.