So I use one of my 6 precious pages on my website for a blog, not a bad idea for a stand up comic. Get your thoughts and ideas out there, let people get to know you, understand your slant or view of things...helps people “get” your comedy if they recognize from which axis your tilt is coming, although the best comedy is one that comes at you like an angry mob. Shots coming at you from every angle, a jab to the chin followed by a club behind the ear.
I had the greatest backhanded compliment the other night that told me I was doing just that. I had a last minute show this Monday @ Jack's Bar and Grill, the place I do my Quizzo Show every Tuesday. Two of the young comics they had lined up canceled at the last minute. I got a phone call about an hour before the show started. After a quick negotiation session on what would draw me off my recliner and to put a pair of pants back on...once I heard the number I was waiting for I got up, got dressed, gargled and put on the Roundboy cap (absolutely necessary for the transformation of Jimmy to Roundboy...this will be its own blog) and drove that long 3 mile trek down Delsea Drive to Jack's. There was about 40 people for the show not a bad turnout for a Monday night the last week of June. I started out working the crowd and within the first 5 minutes I had complimented or insulted almost everyone in the room. The insults were light, nothing mean or gross at first....
I had a good set...not my best but still pretty good especially considering the fact I had been in a quasi sleep mode scratching in my living room an hour before. I didn't bring any merchandise to sell cause I wanted to hit and run...be back in my leather throne by 9:30 like nothing had every happened except for the folded cash on my bureau...while I was waiting for the cash I bade goodnight to my audience as they left the dining room and either went left to the door or made a right and nestled up to the bar.
There was a big group of about 15 people, mostly women, on the wall to my left when I was on stage. I saw what looked to me like four generations of woman...I make the remark they were lined up that way in order of cats....from the 16 year old kitten through the 70 year old Jaguar...with the cougar and puma in the middle...these ladies kept their eyes on me for the next 50 minutes, I had charmed everyone of them, I felt like Bill from True Blood, I had glamored these woman into strict attention...I envy Roundboy for his ability to do that, something Jimmy had always struggled with (again another story...another day)...they were the last to leave and the cougar of the group (I think that made her my age...correct me if I have the wrong feline) approached me. She was very cool, complimented me and my material. She had related to almost every premise I had uttered. Her direct quote, “I loved your stuff, except the end. It was like we were at a wedding and watched you get drunk on stage!” I crinkled my eyebrows and tilted my head asking what she meant without saying a word, my best Belushi impression without meaning to.
She continued, “You were so sweet and nice and as time went on you got dirtier and meaner...I mean it was still funny...but whoa...!!” I guess at first I was a bit taken back, but later on while driving that long ride from Twp to Pitman I pondered that thought. I smiled to myself and replayed the jaguar, cougar, puma and kitten all getting up and walking out as I mimicked the sounds of trying to free a hung up pube in the throat...a standard part of my bar set...guess I should have used the dinner show set...ahhhh well made them laugh, made them think, made them a little angry, a little grossed out, a little embarrassed...in other words I made them feel....freakin love my job!!!
New Blog coming I think I like this!!!!
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