My roommate, Brian Emond, is a solid dude. I bailed on filming that show to go to the hospital. Word of my bail made it home before I did and he was waiting to take me. I was going to hang out and wait for traffic to die down, but we beat the rush and he stayed and we watched Family Feud while we waited for my X-rays to print and my blood to spin in that thing, I don’t know, they wouldn’t let me watch. Steve Harvey’s funny.
That chest pain might be a form of acid reflux, called GERT. When they did the EKG, I was sitting there reading a “Warning Signs of A Heart Attack” and one was “feeling a sense of impending doom.” So I’m always thinking I’m about to have a heart attack.
I lost a lot of weight and quit smoking, but I also fell down some stairs a month ago, hurting my lower back, and an old, bad shoulder pain has resurfaced, and my heart’s doing weird stuff, and I don’t know what pain is a failing organ or a bruised muscle, so I’m filming a show tonight and then going to an E.R.
The weight loss was intentional and pretty quick, but I had heart problems as a kid, so this is a perfect mix of things I worry about. What if I’m trying to pull the plane up just six months too late after eating nothing but McDonald’s for 25 years?
I posted something on Facebook last night about how I was doing a show in Auburn even though I knew B.J. Novak was in town and I (jokingly) probably should have known better than to book it, but I decided it came off too boo-hoo and deleted it, and then he popped in at our show, which filled out once we actually got started. My college roommate was there and got to meet Novak after having watched his show at the school earlier.
Bellwether Variety Show is fun. The show moved from the big room in the back of Hound, which is now a coffee shop, to a side room that’s near perfect. I hate I didn’t take a picture of it, because it’s a good example of converting a room you might have underestimated. It’s a shallow, wide room, with a small stage and everybody in close. There are windows along the back, but the spotlight’s bright enough you can’t see past it, anyway. Got to see some 2010, first-year-of-comedy-in-Alabama buds I haven’t seen in forever. Solid Tuesday.
Atlanta’s great because we’ll have Eddie Pepitone showing up to our mics until the 17th, while he’s in town doing stuff for Adult Swim.
Saturday, I did two shows with Eddie and Cameron Esposito at the Laughing Skull Lounge, and then I watched the two of them at the 1 a.m. at Smith’s Olde Bar. kellycomedy74 and dueordie had good sets and were solid green room hang buds at those skull shows.
cameronesposito is very improvisational and commits to ideas in a way I envy. It’s a self-confidence that I evenly have and lack.
"I will be funny about whatever idea I present."
That’s a neat thing to watch somebody confidently find a way to pay off, and consistently. I got riff-ey at a show Sunday, likely because of her and that Todd Barry crowd work documentary. Did new stuff. Every time I do it I feel that tension and remember that’s the best part, especially if it pays off.
Eddie did Star Bar tonight. Amazing to watch him run with a rough intro and have control of a room in about three seconds, just an immediate “we should listen” vibe from the audience.
Cool thing about not knowing anything is you get to have “new” ideas before realizing that’s what sensible people already do. (My car has me running laps around it replacing headlight/taillight bulbs every month, “Hey, why don’t I replace them all at once? Buy myself some time?” Yea, if you’d’ve called your dad earlier he would’ve told you this in the first ten seconds.)
“I think Mr. Jobs’ view was that people shouldn’t piss him off. And I think that things that pissed him off were – would be hiring, you know – whatever. Certain people that he deemed important at the time or close to him or knew or, you know, who knows what would trip his emotions exactly, but I think this situation of Jean-Marie specifically is because he was close to Jean-Marie in some way. I don’t personally know their history, but I believe they were friends or something.”
Never got making a hero out of Steve Jobs. Seeing how people bent over backwards and messed with people’s lives to accommodate this control freak is baffling.
Last night, I helped my roommate, Brian, write roast jokes for the post-wedding roast of our comic-friend, the groom. I was originally supposed to be on the show and had to drop out for real life stuff, but I actually have zero regrets about not doing a set myself.
Brian brought back a recording of his set, and yep, I like doing well via a surrogate comedian. Completely fulfilled, expression-wise, but I do wish I had been there to feel the room. He did great. That’s the other part. Hearing him lean into and succeed with jokes we worked over long enough for him to be just beyond confident was gratifying, and hearing the choices he made to make jokes land right made me appreciate him on a different level.
Writing for someone else’s voice is a fun puzzle, where you realize stuff like, “Oh, you’d never say ‘cool it,’ that’d be a tell,” and have to rewrite to make sure it falls out of their mouth comfortably. There’s a weird thrill in hearing people laugh at something they have no idea you helped create. I just loved every step of that process.
Had the dream that sums up all my dreams last night: I’m walking down courthouse stairs, wading through a sea of reporters asking questions, my only statement shouted over my shoulder as I enter a car, “I feel real dumb!”
Before I moved here, I came up for a week and did a bunch of open mics, and the first one was the Monday night show at Star Bar. Here’s a feature by Austin L. Ray about the show that sold me on Atlanta.