Some of the things other comics before me mentioned:
Both Sean and DrB talked about candy bars.
Patrick talked about his mother being a heavy smoker.
DrB talked about walking his dog.
Mac made a Scooby Doo "Wuh?" sound talking about his reaction to a child's bad behavior in a store.
Fillmore talked about couples who've been married a long time not performing oral sex.
My routine went a little bit like the following. The order is probably not correct, and I abbreviated at the end bits you've heard before.
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Yes, I'm here to sell you insurance from the AARP. I *am* Rich Orwell, the youngest, most attractive comic here tonight. I had this really tight set prepared, but I've got ADD, so I'm gonna toss it out and just talk about what the other guys said. I think I know where the ADD came from. Patrick talked about his mother being a heavy smoker. My mother smoked 3 packs a day of unfiltered Camels every day from the age of 18, including when she was pregnant with me. I was swimming in amniotic fluid that was basically a toxic waste dump. I spun around so much trying to get out that I wrapped my umbilical cord 4 1/2 times around my neck. I couldn't be delivered, so the doctor had to reach in with forceps and grab my head and untwist me 4 1/2 times. Afterwards, he said to my mother, "Well, Meredith, how did you like getting UN-screwed?" Sean and DrBrian were both talking about candy bars. I'm also bipolar. Being bipolar is like buying a candy bar. Sometimes you feel like a nut, and sometimes you just wanna fucking kill yourself. Mac made that "Huh?" sound and it reminded me of the bumper sticker I saw today, "What would Scooby do?" I live in Castro Valley. Does anybody know where that is? About 5 miles west of here. There are only 2 main streets, Castro Valley Blvd and Redwood Road. DrBrian was talking about walking his dog. Dog owners, does this ever happen to you? Somebody comes up to your dog and instead of asking you his name, they ask the dog, "What's your name, boy?" And then the dog looks at you, like "What does he think I'm gonna do, answer?" I'd like to have a dog named Rumford, so when that happens my dog can SAY [bark] "Rumford." And then I say to him "And tell him where we live." And the dog can say, [bark] "Reh-roo Roa." SOME material about McCain's Grand for Grandma, including Acme Slingshot Company. ====== Other, practiced material >>> Jews don't eat pig bit. She got Creamated. Can't dance on an urn. Blowin' in the wind. Didn't have to turn her head. Could have swallowed. Which brings me to what Fillmore said about couples after being married a long time not performing oral sex. Like Bill, etc. Intro Hoover, plus 2 new bits, "I prefer a lubricated rubber." and "Ribbed for her pleasure." White Hose. I *am* a dirty old man. I've been Rich Orwell.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Bunjo's - September 25, 2009 - fun, again
A good set last night.
There were 10 performers on the scheduled line-up, but 13 showed up and got stage time. *All* were somewhere between good and excellent, a rarity. One popular local fellow walked in and got 5 minutes, and 2 *nationally known* comics made surprise appearances for longer sets. By "nationally known" I mean guys who've appeared on HBO & Comedy Central
I had tightened up the 5-minute set from Rooster's on Wednesday and intended to repeat it, but got *7* minutes of time and mostly just wallowed happily in ADHD riffs on earlier comics' topics.
As usual, I screwed up making a video, so don't have it.
I'll have to recall what I said from memory & notes, but will post what I can later.
There's been a pleasant trend of having better audience rapport & response.
As always, a lot of each set is topical/political material that I'm delivering without much live practice. It's difficult to get the writing and delivery right the first couple of times.
The GOOD news about doing call backs on other guys' sets is that I (mostly) can use material I wrote & rehearsed (if only in my head) before. It *looks* like spontaneous ad libs, but is of a higher quality than that.
The audience *loves* it when I say (as I did last night), "I wrote this excellent set for you tonight, but my ADD kicked in and I'm throwing it out. I wanna talk about what the other guys said instead." I went with that new-seeming material for at least half the set before getting back into what I had prepared, including some even newer and better material I added to the "Hoover" closer.
There were 10 performers on the scheduled line-up, but 13 showed up and got stage time. *All* were somewhere between good and excellent, a rarity. One popular local fellow walked in and got 5 minutes, and 2 *nationally known* comics made surprise appearances for longer sets. By "nationally known" I mean guys who've appeared on HBO & Comedy Central
I had tightened up the 5-minute set from Rooster's on Wednesday and intended to repeat it, but got *7* minutes of time and mostly just wallowed happily in ADHD riffs on earlier comics' topics.
As usual, I screwed up making a video, so don't have it.
I'll have to recall what I said from memory & notes, but will post what I can later.
There's been a pleasant trend of having better audience rapport & response.
As always, a lot of each set is topical/political material that I'm delivering without much live practice. It's difficult to get the writing and delivery right the first couple of times.
The GOOD news about doing call backs on other guys' sets is that I (mostly) can use material I wrote & rehearsed (if only in my head) before. It *looks* like spontaneous ad libs, but is of a higher quality than that.
The audience *loves* it when I say (as I did last night), "I wrote this excellent set for you tonight, but my ADD kicked in and I'm throwing it out. I wanna talk about what the other guys said instead." I went with that new-seeming material for at least half the set before getting back into what I had prepared, including some even newer and better material I added to the "Hoover" closer.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Rooster T. Feathers - Sept 23, 2009 - Original Set
Here's the set I wrote, with annotations I made at the club before I went up of where I wanted to change the order. The original notes, with arrows, etc., would be more instructive, but you can look at this script and the video below to see how it went.
Let's talk about the elephant in the room. Yes. I AM the youngest, most attractive comic you'll see tonight. 15
to #A [I also walk with a limp, after 4 surgeries on my left foot. I was taking vicodin and morphine for the pain. Available after the show.
My name is Richard, but my wife calls me by my American Indian name, "Walks with a limp...Dick." I don't wanna talk about it.]
First of all, happy Rosh Hashanah to all my Jewish friends.
I'm not Jewish. I come from a mixed marriage. My mother was a big, fat, ugly [p] Baptist woman who married a skinny little Jewish guy from New York. They divorced when I was 12 and she sat me down one day and told me, [p] "In 19 years of marriage to your father [p] I never had [p] an orgasm." Is that "too much information" for a 12-year old? I thought about it and said, "Of course not. Jews don't eat pig." Mom and I were never very close after that.
I mean, we REALLY didn't like each other. When she died I wanted to dance on her grave, but she thwarted me once AGAIN. She got cremated. There's no way to dance on the top of an URN. All I could do was hop up and down like Ralph Macchio in The Karate Kid.
#A You know mary travers of peter paul & mary died last Wednesday. If you're too young to know them, Peter Paul and Mary were enormously popular folk singers back when jfk & martin luther king were assassinated and during the protests against the war in viet nam.
There were stories that their song "puff the magic dragon" was about smoking weed. Or maybe it was just a childrens' song. Or maybe it was a childrens' song about smoking weed. Bill Clinton reportedly puffed in college, but says he didn't inhale. That is, btw, excellent advice for those of you who plan to take up glass blowing.
Think about it. Molten glass -- bad for the lungs.
If I had a Hammer, there'd be single payer healthcare.
After Obama's inauguration, George Bush is reported to have been singing this on the way home to Texas. "I'm leavin on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again." Were you like me, watching that? I thought, after 8 years of national constipation, at last the shit is gone.
Bill and Hillary Clinton were dating in college and very active in the anti-war movement. Young and passionate in ways we can't imagine them being now. And, like everyone else at the time, they had a favorite Peter Paul & Mary song. You see, Hillary came back to her dorm room after a date with Bill one night and her roommate asked, "How'd your hair get all sticky?" And Hillary replied, "The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind."
Well, she didn't HAVE TO turn her head. She COULD have swallowed.
There's not even a whisper of a breeze in the Oval Office. Look at Monica Lewinsky's blue dress.
My wife's in the audience. We've been married 28 years. [a] But, like Hillary Clinton, there are certain things she doesn't like to do for me anymore. So like Bill Clinton, I got a lover who does. I'd like to introduce her.to you now. Do you like it when your lover is noisy? When I turn her on, she is REALLY loud. Her name is Hoover [p]. She likes to do it for me ALL the time. She's different from all the women I used to know. I only used to go out with WHITE hose.
I'm a dirty old man. I've been Rich Orwell.
Let's talk about the elephant in the room. Yes. I AM the youngest, most attractive comic you'll see tonight. 15
to #A [I also walk with a limp, after 4 surgeries on my left foot. I was taking vicodin and morphine for the pain. Available after the show.
My name is Richard, but my wife calls me by my American Indian name, "Walks with a limp...Dick." I don't wanna talk about it.]
First of all, happy Rosh Hashanah to all my Jewish friends.
I'm not Jewish. I come from a mixed marriage. My mother was a big, fat, ugly [p] Baptist woman who married a skinny little Jewish guy from New York. They divorced when I was 12 and she sat me down one day and told me, [p] "In 19 years of marriage to your father [p] I never had [p] an orgasm." Is that "too much information" for a 12-year old? I thought about it and said, "Of course not. Jews don't eat pig." Mom and I were never very close after that.
I mean, we REALLY didn't like each other. When she died I wanted to dance on her grave, but she thwarted me once AGAIN. She got cremated. There's no way to dance on the top of an URN. All I could do was hop up and down like Ralph Macchio in The Karate Kid.
#A You know mary travers of peter paul & mary died last Wednesday. If you're too young to know them, Peter Paul and Mary were enormously popular folk singers back when jfk & martin luther king were assassinated and during the protests against the war in viet nam.
There were stories that their song "puff the magic dragon" was about smoking weed. Or maybe it was just a childrens' song. Or maybe it was a childrens' song about smoking weed. Bill Clinton reportedly puffed in college, but says he didn't inhale. That is, btw, excellent advice for those of you who plan to take up glass blowing.
Think about it. Molten glass -- bad for the lungs.
If I had a Hammer, there'd be single payer healthcare.
After Obama's inauguration, George Bush is reported to have been singing this on the way home to Texas. "I'm leavin on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again." Were you like me, watching that? I thought, after 8 years of national constipation, at last the shit is gone.
Bill and Hillary Clinton were dating in college and very active in the anti-war movement. Young and passionate in ways we can't imagine them being now. And, like everyone else at the time, they had a favorite Peter Paul & Mary song. You see, Hillary came back to her dorm room after a date with Bill one night and her roommate asked, "How'd your hair get all sticky?" And Hillary replied, "The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind."
Well, she didn't HAVE TO turn her head. She COULD have swallowed.
There's not even a whisper of a breeze in the Oval Office. Look at Monica Lewinsky's blue dress.
My wife's in the audience. We've been married 28 years. [a] But, like Hillary Clinton, there are certain things she doesn't like to do for me anymore. So like Bill Clinton, I got a lover who does. I'd like to introduce her.to you now. Do you like it when your lover is noisy? When I turn her on, she is REALLY loud. Her name is Hoover [p]. She likes to do it for me ALL the time. She's different from all the women I used to know. I only used to go out with WHITE hose.
I'm a dirty old man. I've been Rich Orwell.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Rooster T, Feathers - Sept 23, 2009 - the video
As I said in an earlier post, this was fun but very improvable. At least it was fairly-well received.
Roosters -- September 23, 2009 -- Improvable
I had fun tonight.
Lots of areas need improvement, but I've added laugh-generating material to some of my reliable bits that work every time -- either (1) laugh starters in the setup BEFORE the punch line or (2) secondary add-on punch lines that build on or extend the duration of laughter.
That's all a fancy way of saying I'm linking more jokes into chunks of working material. A bit that might have run for a 0:50 now has two more jokes and goes 1:15. An excellent new 30 second bit has 2 more jokes that follow in 10 seconds -- sustaining, building momentum.
I'll post the video later.
I could list all the things I did wrong, but I won't. I know what they are. I also know what I did well.
I may also post the text of the set. As always, my focus is on the writing, but I need to change my focus to the delivery, the performance.
Lots of areas need improvement, but I've added laugh-generating material to some of my reliable bits that work every time -- either (1) laugh starters in the setup BEFORE the punch line or (2) secondary add-on punch lines that build on or extend the duration of laughter.
That's all a fancy way of saying I'm linking more jokes into chunks of working material. A bit that might have run for a 0:50 now has two more jokes and goes 1:15. An excellent new 30 second bit has 2 more jokes that follow in 10 seconds -- sustaining, building momentum.
I'll post the video later.
I could list all the things I did wrong, but I won't. I know what they are. I also know what I did well.
I may also post the text of the set. As always, my focus is on the writing, but I need to change my focus to the delivery, the performance.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
White teeth
I've never cared about having a dazzling smile. I never got into the habit of brushing. Wore braces. Had a mom who didn't give a shit.
Say "la vee," I s'pose.
Anyway, I found this amazing product to whiten teeth. It's called PhotoShop. I just add a layer of white teeth to any digital photo and voila!
Say "la vee," I s'pose.
Anyway, I found this amazing product to whiten teeth. It's called PhotoShop. I just add a layer of white teeth to any digital photo and voila!
Dance on My Grave
I know I've pissed off a lot of people in my life. Some would like to come to my funeral, just to dance on my grave, but I will have the last laugh because I plan to be cremated and it's really hard to dance on the top of an urn. They'll only be able to hop up and down on one foot, like Ralph Macchio in The Karate Kid. That movie reference shouldn't be too old for you. It only came out in 1984. LOL
Bunjo's - September 18, 2009 - A good set, for a change
I *may* get around to posting the audio from my set when I get it. I forgot to bring my #$%^ing camera to shoot a video of it.
Unusually good audience interaction. It felt like my delivery was less rushed and my timing was better. When individual bits didn't work, my ad libs with the crowd did. A stronger stage presence. More focus *outward* than on the exact words I'd rehearsed. More comfortable and natural.
I know, I know. It wasn't *that* good. But it felt far better than other recent sets.
I started with much longer set notes, but crossed out all but the material I really *wanted* to use. Below are the notes I ended up using.
limp - surgeries -
dances w/ wolves
that was the name given to him by the Sioux Indians
my name is Richard, but wife calls me by Indian name
walks with a limp dick
dick doc
mary travers of peter paul & mary died wednesday of complications of chemo for leukemia
she was 72
enormously popular folk singers back when jfk & mlk were assassinated
and during the protests against the war in viet nam.
clinton blowin in the wind
bush after obama inaug. it is reported sang leavin on a jet plane
were you like me, watching ?
I thought, after 8 years of national constipation, at last the shit is gone
speaking of jet planes
the h1n1 epidemic has scared rush limbaugh so much that he fled the country
and is broadcasting from an undisclosed location. I wonder
rush limbaugh Michael Jackson during bush & obama admins
puff the magic dragon
didn't inhale, btw, good advice for those of you who want to take up glass blowing
cash for clunkers
grand for grandma
most medical money last 6 months
john mccain
grand canyon arizona
over a mile deep
death slingshot
family & friends pull back on rubber band
side-by-side dual slingshot
extra money for TV rights
hitting target 3600 feet below
america's wile e coyote exit strategy
Hoover (she's NOISY)
Unusually good audience interaction. It felt like my delivery was less rushed and my timing was better. When individual bits didn't work, my ad libs with the crowd did. A stronger stage presence. More focus *outward* than on the exact words I'd rehearsed. More comfortable and natural.
I know, I know. It wasn't *that* good. But it felt far better than other recent sets.
I started with much longer set notes, but crossed out all but the material I really *wanted* to use. Below are the notes I ended up using.
limp - surgeries -
dances w/ wolves
that was the name given to him by the Sioux Indians
my name is Richard, but wife calls me by Indian name
walks with a limp dick
dick doc
mary travers of peter paul & mary died wednesday of complications of chemo for leukemia
she was 72
enormously popular folk singers back when jfk & mlk were assassinated
and during the protests against the war in viet nam.
clinton blowin in the wind
bush after obama inaug. it is reported sang leavin on a jet plane
were you like me, watching ?
I thought, after 8 years of national constipation, at last the shit is gone
speaking of jet planes
the h1n1 epidemic has scared rush limbaugh so much that he fled the country
and is broadcasting from an undisclosed location. I wonder
rush limbaugh Michael Jackson during bush & obama admins
puff the magic dragon
didn't inhale, btw, good advice for those of you who want to take up glass blowing
cash for clunkers
grand for grandma
most medical money last 6 months
john mccain
grand canyon arizona
over a mile deep
death slingshot
family & friends pull back on rubber band
side-by-side dual slingshot
extra money for TV rights
hitting target 3600 feet below
america's wile e coyote exit strategy
Hoover (she's NOISY)
Lazy lately
I've been performing a lot during this month of September, but not posting to this site. Sorry.
Other than being busy with other things, I've had a mind-technology meltdown. I forget to bring my camera or the batteries for it. Or the batteries die in the middle of my set. Or something else that means I would have to type the whole thing. I'm just not that energetic.
I have a few audio-only recordings in mp3 format. Maybe I'll figure out a way to post those.
Other than being busy with other things, I've had a mind-technology meltdown. I forget to bring my camera or the batteries for it. Or the batteries die in the middle of my set. Or something else that means I would have to type the whole thing. I'm just not that energetic.
I have a few audio-only recordings in mp3 format. Maybe I'll figure out a way to post those.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Wharf Room Comedy - September 1, 2009 - The Set I Planned
I had this well-written, nicely rehearsed 5 minute set ready. And then learned I would have *6* minutes, so added material I'd used before but *not* rehearsed for this show. I ended up changing it a bit, but did it mostly the way I had planned. I *may* get a video of the whole set and post more than what I did already below. Here is what I wrote.
How many of you are thinking, "That is the BEST super-hero disguise ever"? He must have *amazing* super-powers.
I AM Rich Orwell. The youngest, most attractive performer you will see tonight. I keep having surgeries on this foot. Four surgeries. 3 Doctors. I'm putting their kids through college. I've been taking Vicodin and Morphine for the pain. Available after the show.
By applause, do you think it's OK to start doing stand-up at age 59? That's good. I thought for a second there I'd have to limp off the stage.
In all that time, there's one thing I learned. The real difference between men and women. Men are simple and obvious. Ladies, would you agree? Women are complex and mysterious. Am I right? I think it has to do with our genitalia. Men have exposed penises. Women have hidden agendas. If "agenda" doesn't sound like a sex organ, you need to get your head in the gutter.
Do you remember that Kevin Costner movie where the Indians named him "Dances With Wolves"? My name is Richard, but my wife likes to call me, "Walks with a limp ... dick."
[Inserted Dick-Doc bit here. See it in the video below]
I'm bipolar. Inherited it from my dad. They used to call it manic-depressive. Big mood swings. Being bipolar is like buying a candy bar. Sometimes you feel like a nut; sometimes you just wanna f-ckin' kill yourself.
Seriously, I was an *actual* hippie in the Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco, 17 years old during the Summer of Love, 1967. I'll be available after the show if you wanna have your picture taken with me. All that's different is: no shoulder-length hair, 100 pounds heavier and I don't smoke half my body weight in marijuana any more.
It's really good to be here in San Francisco again. My wife and I are natives, but we moved across the bay 20 years ago. We lived 8 blocks from here on Russian Hill. Have you visitors from out of town driven down Lombard Street? "The Crookedest Street in the World"? We lived a block away. It sounds close, but if you wanna walk there after the show, remember those are blocks "as the crow flies", but steep enough that even the crows take a cable car.
Here's a safety tip from a native. In the unlikely event of an earthquake, remember, don't overreact. Run to the nearest window, point outside, and yell "Godzilla!" That totally relieves the tension in the room, unless people around you believe it. Like Japanese tourists.
My wife is in the audience tonight. We've been married 28 years. She married me for my sense of humor, but stayed married for the Pope. Apparently, Catholics take that "no divorce" shit *seriously*.
I'm not Catholic. I come from a mixed marriage. My mother was a big, fat, ugly Baptist woman who married a skinny, little Jewish guy from New York. They divorced when I was 12, and she sat me down one day and told me, "In 19 years of marriage to your father, I never had an orgasm." Tell me. Is that "too much information" for a 12-year old? So I looked at her and said, "Of course not. Jews don't eat pig." Mom and I were never very close after that.
In closing, not only is my wife here, but I brought my girlfriend, too. After 28 years of marriage there are some things my wife doesn't like to do for me anymore. I think you can guess one of them when you meet my girlfriend. Her name is Hoover. Hi, honey. What do *you* like to do? I know how to turn her on. It's like a switch. She is *so* different from the women I went out with before. I only used to date white hose. You've been a great audience. I'm Rich Orwell.
How many of you are thinking, "That is the BEST super-hero disguise ever"? He must have *amazing* super-powers.
I AM Rich Orwell. The youngest, most attractive performer you will see tonight. I keep having surgeries on this foot. Four surgeries. 3 Doctors. I'm putting their kids through college. I've been taking Vicodin and Morphine for the pain. Available after the show.
By applause, do you think it's OK to start doing stand-up at age 59? That's good. I thought for a second there I'd have to limp off the stage.
In all that time, there's one thing I learned. The real difference between men and women. Men are simple and obvious. Ladies, would you agree? Women are complex and mysterious. Am I right? I think it has to do with our genitalia. Men have exposed penises. Women have hidden agendas. If "agenda" doesn't sound like a sex organ, you need to get your head in the gutter.
Do you remember that Kevin Costner movie where the Indians named him "Dances With Wolves"? My name is Richard, but my wife likes to call me, "Walks with a limp ... dick."
[Inserted Dick-Doc bit here. See it in the video below]
I'm bipolar. Inherited it from my dad. They used to call it manic-depressive. Big mood swings. Being bipolar is like buying a candy bar. Sometimes you feel like a nut; sometimes you just wanna f-ckin' kill yourself.
Seriously, I was an *actual* hippie in the Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco, 17 years old during the Summer of Love, 1967. I'll be available after the show if you wanna have your picture taken with me. All that's different is: no shoulder-length hair, 100 pounds heavier and I don't smoke half my body weight in marijuana any more.
It's really good to be here in San Francisco again. My wife and I are natives, but we moved across the bay 20 years ago. We lived 8 blocks from here on Russian Hill. Have you visitors from out of town driven down Lombard Street? "The Crookedest Street in the World"? We lived a block away. It sounds close, but if you wanna walk there after the show, remember those are blocks "as the crow flies", but steep enough that even the crows take a cable car.
Here's a safety tip from a native. In the unlikely event of an earthquake, remember, don't overreact. Run to the nearest window, point outside, and yell "Godzilla!" That totally relieves the tension in the room, unless people around you believe it. Like Japanese tourists.
My wife is in the audience tonight. We've been married 28 years. She married me for my sense of humor, but stayed married for the Pope. Apparently, Catholics take that "no divorce" shit *seriously*.
I'm not Catholic. I come from a mixed marriage. My mother was a big, fat, ugly Baptist woman who married a skinny, little Jewish guy from New York. They divorced when I was 12, and she sat me down one day and told me, "In 19 years of marriage to your father, I never had an orgasm." Tell me. Is that "too much information" for a 12-year old? So I looked at her and said, "Of course not. Jews don't eat pig." Mom and I were never very close after that.
In closing, not only is my wife here, but I brought my girlfriend, too. After 28 years of marriage there are some things my wife doesn't like to do for me anymore. I think you can guess one of them when you meet my girlfriend. Her name is Hoover. Hi, honey. What do *you* like to do? I know how to turn her on. It's like a switch. She is *so* different from the women I went out with before. I only used to date white hose. You've been a great audience. I'm Rich Orwell.
Hidden Agendas, slightly improved telling
I've told my "Women have hidden agendas" bit a few times and like *parts* of how I've told it each time. Last night was a bit rushed (a rushed bit?), but I think this will become a staple in my sets.
Wharf Room Comedy at Castagnola's. Sept 1, 2009
Wharf Room Comedy at Castagnola's. Sept 1, 2009
Even the Crows Take the Cable Car
Last night was my first time playing a club in San Francisco. Located in the Fisherman's Wharf area, it was 6 blocks from where Maryann & I lived for many years.
I wrote this joke for the occasion, but delivered it hastily. The NEXT time I do it, it will be awesome.
Wharf Room Comedy at Castagnola's. Sept 1, 2009.
I wrote this joke for the occasion, but delivered it hastily. The NEXT time I do it, it will be awesome.
Wharf Room Comedy at Castagnola's. Sept 1, 2009.
She calls me, "Walks with a limp ... dick"
I'm not the Adonis I used to be. After 4 surgeries on my left foot, I walk with a limp (or a cane). My "erectile dysfunction" issues seem typical for a man my age, so I put the 2 together in this bit. This was new material, delivered hastily, but I think you con see it has a future.
Wharf Room Comedy at Castagnola's in San Francisco, September 1, 2009.
Wharf Room Comedy at Castagnola's in San Francisco, September 1, 2009.
Wharf Room Comedy - September 1, 2009 - "Learnings and Take-Aways"
I say "Learnings and Take-Aways" because I have a vague sense that those are (somewhat) new buzz-words for the results of a business meeting. I didn't spend much time as a career clone in the corporate world
I went up as 2nd comic following the MC/host, DrBrian, & wasted a minute riffing on the first guy. This A.D.H.D. thing may work when I have time to plan changes, but not when flying by the seat of my massive pants.
Last night I heard at the last minute that I'd have *6* minutes after crafting a tight 5. Added 1 minute of other, unrehearsed, material. Got up there & pissed away a minute on first guy's dreck (although the riffs were material I'd used before & it all worked), then was so worried about not having enough time to do the set I'd written that I rushed through it, NOT allowing time for laughs to build, and lost concentration -- had to refer to notes all the time.
Pretty-much all the (excellently-written) material worked, and the (small) audience liked it, but I didn't give them a chance to REALLY like it because I talked too fast and too much. I didn't totally stink up the place, and the video looks better than I felt while doing it, but I'm pissed at myself. Maybe when I perform in the future I'll just wear headphones to drown out the earlier acts.
I'll post a few videos later.
I went up as 2nd comic following the MC/host, DrBrian, & wasted a minute riffing on the first guy. This A.D.H.D. thing may work when I have time to plan changes, but not when flying by the seat of my massive pants.
Last night I heard at the last minute that I'd have *6* minutes after crafting a tight 5. Added 1 minute of other, unrehearsed, material. Got up there & pissed away a minute on first guy's dreck (although the riffs were material I'd used before & it all worked), then was so worried about not having enough time to do the set I'd written that I rushed through it, NOT allowing time for laughs to build, and lost concentration -- had to refer to notes all the time.
Pretty-much all the (excellently-written) material worked, and the (small) audience liked it, but I didn't give them a chance to REALLY like it because I talked too fast and too much. I didn't totally stink up the place, and the video looks better than I felt while doing it, but I'm pissed at myself. Maybe when I perform in the future I'll just wear headphones to drown out the earlier acts.
I'll post a few videos later.
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