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Twice I've gone now. TWICE. THIS is how sketch is done. Clean (ok, not so much the dialogue, but the pace and the writing), crisp, clear. Liberal, yes, feminist, yes, but all in the RIGHT ways. So much fun. Both times, both men and women in the audience were howling at times. Laughter throughout. And how we need laughter more than ever. GO SEE THIS. And let me know what you think.
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Yes, baby. I'm back. Well, really I've never gone. I've been reluctant. Discouraged, saddened, depressed, and oh yeah, traveling! What's a girl to do.
Especially when venues still sadly go by the 'bringer' rule: you want to get up and perform? Great. Here's your 'opportunity' - we'll give you stage time, you'll bring people. And we'll keep track. And how much stage time we give you will depend on how many people you bring. Doesn't matter how good, talented, funny, charismatic, engaging, etc. you are, we gotta bring in the bucks. Yes, which we keep. None for you. But you get a free drink.
So yeah, not uplifting. But HEY. THIS was different. A lovely, clean, air conditioned room at the beautiful Namaste Center for Spiritual Living was truly lovely. I didn't have to promote (but did of course anyway; easier when it's not REQUIRED), no one counted how many people showed up for me (they DID); I was asked to do a 20 minute set (is it Christmas?!), AND ... I got paid. Sweet. All of it. Not since my standup in the UK (a whole different structure: free drinks! Payment! Re-bookings on the spot!) have I had the privilege and pleasure. Yes, it's a different culture, as well as different geography... folks love to go out together after work, and they get to take the train home. No coordinating carpooling, parking, drink limits and spending. I do miss the UK for many things. The weather NOT being one of them.
This was a fab evening with a fab audience; four comics, I did new material mixed with old; fun for everyone. The days prior? Well, see my earlier entry. This was a bit better, but yeah, unnecessary state of anxiety. Learning more to channel all the anxiety into the material; the work; the words. And enjoy it. And I look forward to doing more.
In the meantime, I'm heading to see my friend Robyn Heller in her show Live Rude Girls at Second City tonight!
Whatever you do... enjoy it! (Well, you know, unless it's like, someone's funeral, or a horrible... you know what? Let's just not even go there.
Well that was fun... once I got myself on stage that is. Interesting how we, okay I, because no doubt I'm the only one who does this, get myself into a stress frenzy because for weeks and weeks I'm brainstorming ideas, none of which are good enough, so I write down other ideas, and those suck too, until I finally stumble upon one, one I've only told a thousand times, and think YES, THAT'S THE ONE, and commit, the week before showtime. No matter what my negative voices say, I'm sticking with this idea. Ok. Ok. I've got one week. Let's really refine it, work it out, etc. Yes, let's. Oh but there's that audition I need to prep for, and there's that class I need to learn about, and well, laundry. To the morning of: Wow, okay, well, I know this story, so, sure, it'll be fine. I KNOW. Let's RUN to Target and QUICKLY pick up a bluetooth speaker for that ONE song I MUST have, else the audience might NOT GET IT, or worse, HATE ME. Two hours later, ok, we're fine, let's put that one song on a playlist and get it on my phone. Open iTunes "You must authorize this computer..." Um, ok, thought I did that... put in the password, hit ok. "You have already authorized this computer..." and round and round we go. Call BFF, ask her to burn it on a cd for me. Thank her profusely. Hey, let's JUST call Apple and ask what the issue is? Two hours later... I hang up on Apple, in tears, telling the person trying to help me that she's made my day worse and now I'm missing a friend's funeral where I was supposed to bring the music and it's now her fault I won't be there, and neither will any music. Now I have to get dressed, and, fuck, leave! Ok, I'll work on it in the car. Sitting in traffic. Hearing the voices: no, don't say it THAT way, that's dumb. Man, why can't you tell it like you did the FIRST time; this is why you should never do anything twice; nothing tops that very first time. So forget it. Well I said I'd be there, and I have at least one friend showing up. Let's do this. Meet the sound guy. "Hey, I have a bluetooth speaker, but I know a friend of mine is coming with a CD, do you..." He interrupts: "Is it on the internet? Can I just get it off of YouTube and you tell me when you want me to play it?" "Oh, yeah."
Killed it. Loved it. Both my friends loved it, and the rest of the audience did too. And the sound cue was perfect.
Onto the next...
*Title of the story I told; not this inane entry.
The Getty Center, high on the hill, overlooking all, including my brother's house. Particularly dramatic following the biggest rainstorm in ... 12 years? Called Lucifer. Shouldn't it be called Satan? Lucifer actually means 'bringer of light', and was his name before he rebelled and became Satan.
I personally love the name Lucifer. Would love to have a black cat and call him Lucifer one day. Perhaps I'm asking for trouble.