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.
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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.