Last night, I did a show at the Milk Bar San Francisco. It’s a little club in the Haight Ashbury neighborhood. It’s also the site of my first paid comedy gig in August 2016. Tony Sparks hosted and was hilarious working the crowd.
One of the comics, tall Paul, was nice enough to capture it on video. Check it out below.
I’m excited to announce my first appearance at Cobb’s in San Francisco. I’ll be doing another show with the #HellaFunny folks. I’ve seen some great comics perform at Cobb’s including Maria Bamford, Tom Papa, and Al Madrigal. It should be pretty cool to get up on that stage.
I did another new comic showcase. This time it was in Sunnyvale, CA at Rooster T. Feathers. It’s a well-know club in the Bay Area. They’ve seen their share of big names come through over the years.
The cool thing about this club is it used to be the site of Andy Capps in the 70s. For those of you who don’t know their Silicon Valley history. It’s where the first coin-operated arcade game was installed. It was a Pong machine by Atari. Their headquarters were around there somewhere. You can read more of this here if you’re so interested.
As for the show, it was pretty fun. It was the most polite and organized club I’ve ever been too. Thanks to Heather Barbieri and her staff. It was my third show and I’d say my confidence is improving. I’m still working on my performance and material.
Since I was in the heart of Silicon Valley, I thought I’d do some material on everyone’s favorite new toy, the group chat app Slack.
What is Slack?
It’s like email. But instead of getting one message. It’s like getting 50, 60, or 79 emails 1 sentence at a time.
It’s like being at the drive-thru with a carload of drunk autistic kids barding orders and questions at you all at once.
Here’s a clip of my performance. A quick note. The guy before me was on the batshit crazy side. He left the audience a little dumbstruck. So that’s what I’m talking about in the beginning.
Last night I did my second show ever. This time it at the Punchline, one of the two major comedy clubs in San Francisco. I was part of another #hellafunny showcase. There were 12 of us doing 5 minutes each. You can see from the line up sheet who was there.
I tried to take some pictures for posterity sake. I took one of Stroy, Bryant, and Phil (below). It turned out pretty crappy. They gave me shit when I wanted to do a retake with the flash. So I just touched it up a bit.
I got to see the green room. It’s about the size of a utility closet, with a couch and mini fridge. But it was still cool to know you were in the same room as a lot of the people I find funny.
One of the perks of performing is free drinks. I wish I had known earlier. I would have opted for more beers instead of club sodas.
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I had my first paid gig last Saturday night. I was part of the #hellafunny showcase at the Milk Bar in San Francisco. It’s a small club in the Haight Ashbury neighborhood. It was a really funny line up that alternated between hellafunny guys and a bunch of newbies like myself.
The place was packed, there were easily a couple hundred people there. There were probably 50-60 chairs in the performance space, and they filled up fast leaving 3/4 of the crowd standing.
I went to college in the late 80s, the height of woman’s fashion…if you were Molly Ringwald. We didn’t have shorty shorts and cute camis with spaghetti straps. No, it was high-waisted, acid wash jeans. Jeans with pockets and straps no one knew what to do with – covered in floral print. They looked like they were fighting for the Martha Stewart army trying to take back Coldwater Creek from the Talbot’s.
I can’t say that I killed, but I definitely didn’t bomb. If I had to do it over again, I’d dig my heels in more and try something edgier. The thought did cross my mind to toss out my entire act and go all Andy Kaufman, maybe start dropping the n-word and motherfuckers just to get everyone totally uncomfortable. Instead, I did the smart thing and played it safe. I wasn’t worried about offending anyone, I just didn’t want to be a deer in the headlights.
I didn’t get any good photos, but a friend captured video of the performance on her iPhone. I hope to get a higher quality version to post later.
Obviously shot on an iPhone, but thanks for watching.