Just to clear things up from the previous installment of Conversations With Club Owners: I wasn’t saying all club owners are like this. In fact, I have a lot of friends who own comedy clubs and they don’t do any of this stuff. Which is probably why their clubs are thriving and successful.
However… there are some bonafide batshit crazy ballbags out there. And their deeds are chronicled here. True stories! [click to continue…]
In my ongoing quest to give you a glimpse into the madness that is comedy, here’s the first entry in a little comic strip I will call, “Conversations With Club Owners.”
A true story!
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Three questions I get asked often about what I do are:
1. “Do you know Fluffy?”
2. “How long are you going to do this?”
3. “What’s it like doing comedy?”
Right here, right now, allow me to answer them in this semi-permanent forum (until EMPs wipe out humanity’s collection of online knowledge forcing us to actually remember things with our heads). I do this so that future conversations with audience members or airplane seat neighbors can move quickly onto more important queries. Such as, [click to continue…]
I have always noticed the table set for one in military restaurants, DFACs and chow halls and silently paid respect in my head. This POW/MIA Table is there to honor the fallen and missing soldiers who cannot be with us today.
Today, while in the base’s chow hall to set up for a show, I noticed the accompanying placard. Its first line caught my eye and drew me in: [click to continue…]