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"On Scatterbrain, McIntire addresses the ups and downs of a working comic's life. The bulk of the album is all laughs -- solid material on everything from having kids to the war on terror, killer stuff from one of Boston's most reliable comedy veterans -- but it's the bonus track, the one labeled "Nagasaki," that's getting the most attention. The nearly half-hour track is nothing short of a complete hell gig..."

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"If Tim set out to reveal more about himself and be vulnerable on his new CD, Scatterbrain, he succeeded. He pulls off the delicate trick of turning inward without losing his persona. He is still The Reverend. Now, rather than pointing the finger at others, he's pointing it at himself. Instead of looking at obscure news stories and making them universal, he takes something universal, the birth of a child, and makes it his...It's smart and fearless. Mr. Hicks, this is Mr. Cosby."

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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

And I'm Out

So my comedy hiatus technically started when I came offstage at the Vault Saturday night, where I'd gone after my headlining set at Nicks. The Nicks show was great - got to meet The Glow, watch Lamont Price (who has definitely gone to the next level of funny), and hang out with gonzo journalist Sean McCarthy.

I hadn't intended to even do a spot at the Vault. I was just going over because I drank a bucketload of coffee and didn't want to go home and try to go to sleep. But the boys at the Vault were saddled with one of the angriest, most sullen groups of people I've ever seen. A birthday party of young hotties scowled at the comics, a table full of Phillies fans sneered at them (it's like a baby New York!), and a couple of corporate types from New Hampshire looked bemused, like only rich, young, good-looking hayseeds can. I saw more than one comic go down in big stinky flames, while Steve Smith bought me Budweisers.

So of course I had to do time.

And you know what? I got them - cracked the nut, mostly by shitting on them, the comics, the club, and myself. I think I overstayed my welcome by about three rambling, beery jokes, but it was worth doing. Go out on a high note, and all that.

So I'm out. No comedy for five weeks. I'm recharging, as it were. Letting my muse relax and put her feet up, catch up on her stories. I'm not hanging out at any comedy clubs, not writing any jokes. Any and all creative energies will be put into Flaming Telepaths (working name), a BOC tribute band consisting of me and some actual, legitimate musicians. I think they have something like 30 years of musical experience between them. That number leaps to 30 years and 3 months when you add me. So basically, I've just tricked a bunch of my favorite Boston players into coming to my garage and playing BOC songs for me. Advantage, McIntire.

Anyway, I may or may not post here very much while I'm on m'little comedy break. In the meantime, buy my CD, drop me an email, and I'll see you on the flip-flop, freaks.

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