I think next time someone asks me why I started doing comedy, I'll just tell them about how for a solid month I had a recurring dream of being chased to a cliff side by feral dogs. Then I'll act surprised if they have follow up questions, and say that I think it's pretty self explanatory.
At least two awesome shows coming up this month. Surely more to follow. Check out the calendar.
Damn near one year ago, I had arrived early at an open mic, because I was in the sort of place then where an open mic was the highlight of my day and it was a better alternative to cutting myself or having nightmares about wild dogs. I was trying to figure out how to phrase this new joke about railroad accidents I had been working on when I overheard something that wasn't any of my goddamned business at all.
Comedians Vernon Payne, Matt Mitchum, and Bill Nettleton were discussing a web series they were planning on shooting. I asked if it was about the struggles of the modern urban leper and they said no, no it wasn't. It was about amateur comedians trying to improve their art and make it in the world. I told them that that seemed like a fine idea so long as there were enough loud banging sounds to keep the viewers' attention, and maybe some throat singing.
Vernon calmly stated that it was meant to be a realistic portrayal of the comic mind as it sallies forth without reward or reinforcement. I told him I was very interested in reading the script, largely because I felt it could be improved by a scene where a man is ritualistically ostracized and then he takes his own life.
They gave me a copy of the script, probably to shut me up, but I took this as an invitation to write myself into it, as I have done with so, so many episodes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. The difference being that while my fan-fiction involves Cheif Radical Officer William Fantastic teaching Major Kira and Lieutenant Dax the meaning of love and how it pertains to groping, the script for Open Mic involves things that aren't too awesome to exist. Still pretty good, though.
Enjoy the trailer below. Then come watch the premier at The Lark Tavern on Nov. 16th. Or just wait for us to put the whole thing on-line, if you want to be lazy about it.
Check out the article on Page six and read how I was somehow inspirational and horrifyingly insensitive all in the same set. Props to Serina Stimpson for the quality photos, and of course to Colby Durand for running the open mic.
I have been added to the set list of Food Fight Comedy Night at Everdays Tropical Cantina (2012 Central Ave, Albany).
What's that, you ask? Oh, just a comedy show where the audience is allowed, nay, ENCOURAGED, to throw food at the comics.
Don't even try to pretend you aren't interested.
Tickets $5 in advance or $10 day of the show (Feb. 3 at 8 PM).
Call 518-708-1259 for tickets or info.
I will be preforming at The Comic Syndrome Comedy Club at Savannah's of Albany (1 South Pearl St. Albany, NY 12207) on Jan. 28. with Sharon Dyer and headliner Jon Mulrooney. Tickets are $25 and include dinner. Show starts at 7PM.
I had spot on The World And Why pod cast with Bradley Sturdevant of Pig Food Records. Check it out.
Also, I have a damn show! I'll be at the Comedy Lounge at Waterworks Pub this Friday December 2nd at 8:30, 76 Central Avenue, along with the very funny Brendan Joseph, Luke Donovan, and Jennifer McMullen.
Come check it the hell out. This shit is free! You have no reason not to come.
I have a gig this Tuesday at The Backstage Pub with the very funny Bob Reilly plus three other new comedian, including one that looks exactly like Stephen King. To be honest, I'd only be a little surprised to learn he really is Stephen King and he's using a fake name to slum it with the rest of us.
He might just be doing comedy to do research for his new book about haunted comedians. Maybe he'll see you in the audience and he'll spend a paragraph describing your weird face.
Isn't that worth ten dollars?