Stand-up comedian.
Singer-Songwriter.
Filmmaker.
Australia's favourite autistic, ADHD, Māori,
adopted, immigrant, pansexual, chronically ill,
disabled, cisgender male entertainer...
...until proven otherwise.
“A comedic powerhouse!"
—Tim Ferguson, Doug Anthony All Stars
JD Jephson is what happens when you feed a Salvation Army Christmas pageant, a copy of DSM-5, and a karaoke machine into a Hadron Collider and wait to see what crawls out. Forceps-delivered to a pair of traumatised Māori teenagers in a Kiwi town so bleak it once named its landfill after John Cleese, JD has been subverting narratives since his literal infancy—first gracing the stage as Baby Jesus H. Christ at eight weeks old while burping up formula into a plastic feed trough.
Now based on the Gold Coast (by choice, not court order), JD performs as a stand-up comic, operatic chaos agent, and neurodivergent messiah. His shows are part cabaret, part confession, and part interdimensional data breach. Expect symphonic trauma, comedic blasphemy, and PowerPoint presentations that sparkle like forbidden scrolls.
Warning: may trigger self-reflection, mild arousal, and a spontaneous urge to start therapy.
TRAUMAGEDDON * On Sale Now
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TRAUMAGEDDON * On Sale Now *
MELT Festival
PIP Theatre, Milton QLD
October 25 & November 8
8:30pm
One man. One mic. One massive musical meltdown.
Following a darkly triumphant debut at this year’s Melbourne International Comedy Festival, JD Jephson—The Gold Coast’s premier queer Māori adopted autistic cabaret prophet—returns with a fresh horror: music.
Armed with the voice of a broken angel and the spiritual authority of someone evicted from two different families, JD sings, seethes, spirals, and soars through the two most spectacularly stupid, severely soul-scarring years of his life (so far) set to an original score of wildly inappropriate yet annoyingly catchy tunes.
That’s right: the one-man comedy musical about devastating personal trauma the world never knew it wanted. Until now.
From an imploding marriage and incurable diagnoses to rental nightmares and one very inconvenient death, JD turns chaos into catharsis, rage into rhyme, and entropy into something dangerously close to entertainment.
It’s harrowing. It’s hilarious. It’s healing... sort of.
Come witness Traumageddon: The Musical—a solo symphonic scream into the void, served with perfect pitch and poor judgement.
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