Tonight's show
One of the comics I worked with tonight did street jokes for much of his set, which is, like, totally lame in stand-up comedy world. There is no circumstance under which street jokes are an acceptable way to fill your time on stage. It was shocking. This guy was getting paid! Probably more than I was!
The other comic on the show is one of my favorite-favorites, so I had some good laughs. I really love the comedy.
I was on the way home from the show listening to Kimya Dawson's album Hidden Vagenda, which I heartily recommend, when one of the lyrics prompted me to think of another new tagline for the No-legs joke. I'll save it for when you come to a show because it's basically going to make you hate me, but it's dynamite. I called Scott and told him about it, and he laughed until he coughed, which isn't saying much, necessarily, since he's still getting over a terrible sickness*, but it counts.
I had some serious hecklers tonight. I burned one pretty bad early on, which I thought would shut them the fuck up, but it seemed only to fuel their fires. It was tricky, but all I could really do each time is go along with them for a minute and then shut them down. Over and over. It was almost as though they were trying to derail me. I would not be derailed, however. They did cause a few digressions, but no true derailment.
*Our Facebook friends may already know about the terrible sickness and what it rained upon our household. Thank goodness for bleach cleaner. That's all I'll say.
The other comic on the show is one of my favorite-favorites, so I had some good laughs. I really love the comedy.
I was on the way home from the show listening to Kimya Dawson's album Hidden Vagenda, which I heartily recommend, when one of the lyrics prompted me to think of another new tagline for the No-legs joke. I'll save it for when you come to a show because it's basically going to make you hate me, but it's dynamite. I called Scott and told him about it, and he laughed until he coughed, which isn't saying much, necessarily, since he's still getting over a terrible sickness*, but it counts.
I had some serious hecklers tonight. I burned one pretty bad early on, which I thought would shut them the fuck up, but it seemed only to fuel their fires. It was tricky, but all I could really do each time is go along with them for a minute and then shut them down. Over and over. It was almost as though they were trying to derail me. I would not be derailed, however. They did cause a few digressions, but no true derailment.
*Our Facebook friends may already know about the terrible sickness and what it rained upon our household. Thank goodness for bleach cleaner. That's all I'll say.
Labels: comedy, grandpa no-legs
posted by Jennifer Myszkowski at
1:32 AM
3 Comments:
Pardon my ignorance, but WTF is a street joke? I hope you'll tell us non-comics or lame types.
Sorry that you were heckled and sorry to hear that Scott was sick.
Can't wait to hear the new tag, Jennifer. But whatever it is, you know we couldn't hate you.
We may hate ourselves for laughing, but that's different.
Hope Scott is feeling better and better.
See you soonish!
Nancy: Street jokes are jokes that people tell out in the world. Like guy-walks-into-a-bar jokes are street jokes. They're jokes that might appear in a joke book. They're the jokes on the Internet. They're not jokes that professional stand-up comics - who should be writing and performing their own material - perform on a stage.
Ann: You say that you wouldn't hate me, but I haven't told you the joke yet. Here's what's going to happen: you're going to laugh, then feel bad inside, then we'll marvel that we never thought of this before.
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