Haha. If you're rooting for some sort of "redemption" theme to this blog, then...sorry. This wasn't your month.
My life is amazing right now. Butterfly and I are busting our asses, trying to get better and better every day.
I think Dragonfly is starting to catch on. And I'm learning a ton by getting to be around both of them. I'm pretty much the luckiest dude on the planet, that I've been invited to be a part of their family. Even as the dreaded (dunh-dun-DUNNH) step-dad.
We're planning our wedding for November, though Butterfly and I are both completely overwhelmed by the thought of planning it and putting it together.
That's probably more on me, than on her. Which is fine. I'm growing, and that's a part of the process. I love her, and I'm not going anywhere. So we will go through every step of this process, together.
As long as that is the case, we won't just be fine; we'll be incredible, and we'll keep getting better and better.
I had my "Comic Strip Live" audition on July 14, 2015.
At the end of their Tuesday night show, they invited 4 comics to do a 3-5 minute set, and the manager would watch.
I went up second, after Eagle DeWitt. (amazingly, I recorded the first time I ever saw Eagle, in this episode of my aborted web series about how to become a comedian, called "GET A DAY JOB")
Eagle did great. He's a young comic, and he's becoming a good comic.
1. Every time I go to a mic or a show, he's there. And more comfortable than the last time I saw him
2. He's swinging for the fences with his bits. During his audition, he told a joke about Obama saying the N-word at the Charleston church massacre funeral -- a joke he clearly wrote recently, and a topic with a fairly high degree of difficulty.
The joke didn't land hard enough for him to blow the manager's mind, but it's easy to tell Eagle is on his way. He just needs to keep getting onstage.
I went up next, and once I got onstage, I just couldn't give a crap.
I couldn't give half-a-crap.
I wanted to. But it just didn't show up. I told some jokes half-heartedly, did some direction-less crowd work, and then ended the set early.
The manager was some guy with a scratchy voice, who was surprisingly respectful, after the show. He sat down with each of us individually, and talked to us honestly.
We agreed my set went horribly, and I headed back out onto 2nd Avenue, to head home to Butterfly. Before I left, I told Eagle I would see him around soon.
I'm not sure if I'm breaking "a rule" here, but I feel terrific about the audition. No matter how it went, I'm out in the scene again, throwing my hat into the ring.
The night before the audition, I had fun sets around town, and recorded a guerilla version of my Biggie joke, as I build up my 3rd special:
And also: I got to perform at the world famous Comic Strip.
Some of my contemporary comics might scoff at that. And I know the club has had its issues, these past ten-to-twenty years.
But that's a historic stage. Period.
Before Tuesday, July 14, 2015 -- I had never performed on it. Ever.
Now, I have. And I can say I did, for the rest of my life.
Cool. Check. Add it to the resume' ;)
Next up: putting out a second special
(how many comics have ever done that? Five-thousand? Maybe?)