Friday, March 12, 2004  

Now THAT Was a Show

Man, the Geek Council was a sight to behold last night. It wasn't so much a Geek Council as a Geek Parliament. Easily 35 people answering questions and barely controlled chaos. Ross made up words to the Superman theme, and Benari was there in a ROBIN costume. Our Geeks Up Front represented in full force, and we definitely went out in style.

Tonight I'm at the Augusta Civic Center in Augusta, Maine. It's an 8:00 show. Tomorrow, I'm in Somerset, Mass, at an Elks Lodge.

Boy, I need a better agent.

FINAL Geek Council Tonight

All good things must come to an end, and tonight marks the final chapter in the 3 year (or so...I don't know. Who keeps track?) run of the Grand High Council of All Things True. We even outlasted the Comedy Central show that ripped us off. Ahem. Anyway, Ross and Benari and I have written a show that's light on high concepts, and heavy on room for audience participation, which is good, because in addition to our regular audience, we have at least 25 guests scheduled to be in the room, including some who no one thought would ever share space again. I've caught wind of at least TWO surprise things that are supposed to go down, as well, and I'm assuming there'll be more.

Point is...this should be one hell of a show. Love to have everyone there...8:00 showtime at the Comedy Studio. Come on out and play!

Weekend Roundup

Two fun shows this weekend - one in a traditional fashion, the other in a David Lynch sort of way. The Chateau in Manchester was, of course, great, though the yellow spotlight made all the comics look like they had advanced liver disease, though only 2 out of the 4 of them did. It was maybe a little heavy on the hecklers, but that sure beats the hell out of a dull crowd.

Last night in Vermont...what a hell of a thing. Sam Walters kindly drove, and we only got a little lost and he didn't rip the exhaust system completely off his car. Once we found the gig, we found a huge room with only 9 audience members, 4 of whom were excruciatingly hip lesbians (this becomes relevant in a second). Our third comic is completely MIA. So Sammy goes up and does a yeoman's job of getting them going, and then I hit stage. After about 20 minutes, I hear "Tim...hey, Tim!" from the darkness. Tom Mitchell, the third comic, has shown up an hour late, and now he wants his time. The show grinds to a complete screeching halt, and being the consummate showman I am, I cover the awkwardness with, "Umm...okay, so this is weird, but I'm going to take a break and let another comic talk." See? Goddamn SEAMLESS. So while Tommy goes up and does his time, the owner announces that she's just caught 2 of the lesbians in delecto flagrante in the women's room, and looks to me like I'm supposed to get righteously indignant, too. I was too busy trying not to pop a boner to do that. Then suddenly, Mitchell's done, and I have to go back up and do another 30. The remaining lesbians really dug the story about my sister coming out, and from there it was new stuff, and when all was said and done, I closed really strong and only slightly drunk.

See what you miss when you don't come to shows?