So I posted that at about 15 minutes to showtime. The American Legion Hall in Rochester, NH. I was initially excited for the gig, because due to a miscommunication, I thought I was getting headliner money for a feature spot. Turns out, I was getting headliner money for a headliner spot. Yoink! At the time I made the post, I was in a smoky, smoky barroom, with a giant TV on my left showing the Patriots game, a giant TV on my right showing the Red Sox, and a jukebox in front of me cranking out an endless loop of nauseating patriotic country songs (my brotherrrrrrs...and sisterrrrrrsss...will stand up and serrrrrrve....). I did leave a couple of bucks in front of the strangely Santaria-looking shrine to POWs/MIAs they had at the front of the room. Good juju is good juju.
Then it was into the "showroom," which was a gaping cavern designed to hold about 400 people, but that only contained about 55 mildly drunk and not unfriendly locals. The lighting system was the room's middle row of fluourescent lights. The stage was the floor. The mike was cordless (advice to new comics: you can get a good read on how shitty a gig will be by how excited they are by their cordless mike). Anything approaching irony was met with pitying stares, but the unsubtle stuff, of which I have plenty, was dug.
The set was okay. More work than I would have liked (got a detailed lecture on which switches I could and could not touch on the mike), but there were free PBR's to be had, so I really can't complain. 45 mintues on the button, and then a long drive home listening to knuckleheads on talk radio try to blame Terry Francona for the fact that Tim Wakefield's serving up more meatballs than a Saugus restraunteur.
George Hamm and Tom Clark both did great, and all in all, a surprisingly not-horrible gig.