...at the Comedy Cabaret for an MS fundraiser, and I wondered if their Web site had yet been updated. Oh, it had, and in a really funny way. All the other comedians on the ticket had these great superlatives: Local favorite! Relentless! Absurdist comedy! What did I get? Newcomer! I guess I should be grateful it wasn't We're pretty sure he doesn't suck too badly!
Yeah, this is what sweating out their open mics with comedians who tell jokes about fat women gets you. Argh.
New favorite lyric:
Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?
Artist: The Shirelles (Gerry Goffin/Carole King*)
Song: Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
Album: Tonight's the Night
*Who knew Carole King wrote this?
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
A sense of foreboding...
...is what I don't feel. I have a few big things to announce, but I'll do it in a few days so watch this site. I dare not say anything now, for fear of jinxing.
I can say, however, that I have found on the Hedwig and the Angry Inch official site a little gizmo that figures out your glam-rock name. Try it. Mine is Lunar Mission.
And now, a few bits of advice.
Hillary Clinton: Get out of the race. Today. You're just screwing things up for us in November, and making yourself look like a harpy in the process.
Plantar fasciitis: Ha! Your annoying annoyingness is no match for my new exercises. Like Hillary, you're hanging on by a fingernail.
Sugar-coated almonds: Keep up the good work.
Dogs in the dog park on Rodman Street: Continue to vex your masters with spirited, rambunctious antics. Your day comes. Oh yes.
Chicken salad from Reading Terminal: Also keep up the good work.
Readers of this blog: Enjoy the long weekend!
I can say, however, that I have found on the Hedwig and the Angry Inch official site a little gizmo that figures out your glam-rock name. Try it. Mine is Lunar Mission.
And now, a few bits of advice.
Hillary Clinton: Get out of the race. Today. You're just screwing things up for us in November, and making yourself look like a harpy in the process.
Plantar fasciitis: Ha! Your annoying annoyingness is no match for my new exercises. Like Hillary, you're hanging on by a fingernail.
Sugar-coated almonds: Keep up the good work.
Dogs in the dog park on Rodman Street: Continue to vex your masters with spirited, rambunctious antics. Your day comes. Oh yes.
Chicken salad from Reading Terminal: Also keep up the good work.
Readers of this blog: Enjoy the long weekend!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The next gig
The Night of Comedy
(Benefits the Multiple Schlerosis Challenge Walk)
Date: Friday, May 30, 2008
Time: 8:30pm
Location: Comedy Cabaret at the Travelodge (11580 Roosevelt Blvd.)
Admission: $20 plus 2 beverage minimum
Information: Contact Mike Viola (MichaelLViola@verizon.net)
Probably a bit expensive for those who are only interested in seeing me, but if the cause is close to your heart, please do attend!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Now here's a performer
Before you read any further, check out this YouTube video of Carol Burnett and company. But don't read the rest of this post until you do. Go ahead. I'll wait.
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I am simply blown away by this. Instead of losing her cool and looking foolish, Burnett gets the audience to laugh with her, not at her. The woman is standing on stage, before who-knows-how-many people, with her skirt around her ankles, and yet she keeps her dignity. I aspire to the day when I can be half as funny when I look only one-tenth as foolish.
One other thing. Plantar fasciitis should burn in hell. A really hot one.
New favorite lyric:
"If I had a jetpack I'd bust into your door
And take you by the hand to the Jersey shore
And underneath the moonlight you'd want me even more
'Cause I'd have a jetpack"
Artist: Jill Sobule (Jill Sobule/Robin Eaton)
Song: Jetpack
Album: Underdog Victorious
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I am simply blown away by this. Instead of losing her cool and looking foolish, Burnett gets the audience to laugh with her, not at her. The woman is standing on stage, before who-knows-how-many people, with her skirt around her ankles, and yet she keeps her dignity. I aspire to the day when I can be half as funny when I look only one-tenth as foolish.
One other thing. Plantar fasciitis should burn in hell. A really hot one.
New favorite lyric:
"If I had a jetpack I'd bust into your door
And take you by the hand to the Jersey shore
And underneath the moonlight you'd want me even more
'Cause I'd have a jetpack"
Artist: Jill Sobule (Jill Sobule/Robin Eaton)
Song: Jetpack
Album: Underdog Victorious
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