Saturday, September 06, 2003  

Thanks to everyone who came out to the show at the Acton Jazz Cafe last night. Oh, wait. None of you fuckers did. Well, you didn't miss much. I had a great time, but boy oh boy, did the crowd* give poor Greg and Chris a hard go of it. It was like the first 10 minutes of Saving Private Ryan. Just when did jazz patrons stop being hipsters and start being suburbanites? There was very little of the Lenny Bruce-itude I was hoping for, but there was some free Wild Turkey, so all in all, a pretty happy night.

No gigs tonight, as my September calendar is spotty enough to really, really make me wonder what the fuck I've done with my life. Heard about another club closing (the Aku in Worcester), so the Boston comedy scene's long march towards becoming one huge open mike ghetto continues apace. Replacing high-paying professional gigs, even shitty ones, with more coffeehouses and bringer shows, even good ones, is bad for all of us. The point of open mikes is to get good enough to get paid work...not to get good enough to start your own open mike, dig? (Caveat - that's exactly what Peter Dutton did, and he's landed some pretty goddamned good management because of it, so feel free to dump my ravings in the "bitter old comic" file). Note: the preceding link doesn't go to the Peter Dutton of whom I speak, but I just giggled for a solid 10 seconds at the guy who unabashedly calls himself a "Federal member for Dickson," and I figure anyone that impervious to penis puns deserves the link.

Less than a week until the Naked Comedy Show (henceforth NCS). It's a private gig, so I won't post many details, but some other local comics and I will be performing for nudists next Friday, and in the spirit of the event, we shall all be doing comedy sans clothing. Actually, I think the group is a little freakier than nudists, but definitely shy of swingers, but either way, I couldn't turn down the chance for a once in a lifetime hell gig. I haven't decided if I'll be attending the potluck before the show. Naked comedy = carpe diem. Naked potluck = creepy, somehow. "Hey, Bill...nice cock! And GREAT GOULASH!"



*For purposes of this story, "crowd" shall be defined as 6 50-year old women, assorted bar staff, 3 tables of yuppies, and a MILF and her two 17-year old kids.

Followed a link to a site run by Tim Mitchell, who I only know by reputation (which is mighty) and USENET (which is skeezy), and his wife, who I only know about because the site says she exists, and was duly impressed (with both the site and the wife). I'm adding Graphic Acts to the blogroll, and would like to point out the inherent genius of a guy who can combine a Jorge Juis Borges reference and a blowjob joke in the same paragraph.

Christ, is there anything more boring than a guy blogging about blogging? I might as well jerk off to thoughts of myself jerking o..mmmmm...yeah...that's it....oh, yeah, right there...now touch it under the...mmmmmmmmmm

Okay, Blogger continues to be a prickly pain in the ass, and I'm still slapping style sheets together like a monkey flinging feces, but it's almost de-suckified enough to leave alone.

Found out that I'm working with Greg Boggis and Chris Oake tonight, which will be a lot like working with Seymour Butts and Mort Sahl. And I mean both of those in the most flattering way.

I still need to finish fixing it up a skosh, but welcome to the new, improved version of my homepage. I finally saw enough great stuff on the web (like here, or here, or here) to shame me into trying to create an actual WEBSITE with actual STUFF ON IT that might even MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH or WANT TO SEE A SHOW.

With luck, I'll be slinging pithy bon mots in no time. While we're all waiting for my lazy whore of a muse to wake up, why don't you come check me out at the Acton Jazz Cafe tonight at 9:00?

Yeah! It works! Take that, style sheet motherfucker! I 0wnz joo!

Coming soon: actual content!

Goddammit!!!

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