Last night I was on tv for about fifteen seconds, they just showed one joke. I had other things to say in the four minute set that was recorded and I was hoping they would have shown more.
I have been drowning in a sea of love and support since it was revealed that I was one of the top 100 on this year's season of Last Comic Standing.
It has been a long journey that started in the fall at the regional showcase at the Parlor Live in Seattle and doesn't seem to be over yet. The process has been educational and intense and the friendships I have made along the way have been wonderful. I am looking forward to see what happens next and I am glad I was part of it. It was also heartbreaking to not make it further than I did and I was not ready for it be over. In my experience being a working artist means dealing with repeated emotional devestation accompanied by small triumphs and I would absolutely do it again.
I made the decision to let people be hopeful for me even though I knew that I didn't advance and had no idea what would be shown. With every newspaper article, radio interview or kind personal note there was a feeling of guilt that I was tricking people into betting on the wrong horse.
Today I have been watching people's reactions. Nice things are being said, people are expressing rage about not seeing enough of my set. My father sent me a poetic email entitled "Sorrow." A women who I made out with when we were teenagers in a field that is now the location of a Costco is confident that this is just the beginning of my greatness, a comedian I admire immensely sent me a text reassuring me that I was funny and deserved more. Norm Macdonald even weighed in:
Everyone is proud of me, everyone wants to let me know that is okay that I didn't win. But I think I did because last night I was on tv for about fifteen seconds. They just showed one joke, it was about how beautiful my wife is. While I had other things to say in the four minute set that was recorded, I got to tell my wife I loved her in front of six million people and I consider that a victory.
I love all of you, but one of you the most. Thank you for all the support,
Every year the people of Seattle gather under the Space Needle and celebrate the continued slumber of the various volcanoes that populate Washington state. We call this Bumbershoot. I am part of these important rituals.
Saturday 8/30: Comedy at the Leo K stage- Comedy Grab Bag: I am the guest monologuist on this delightful Portland based variety show.
Sunday 8/31: 1:45 pm Words and Ideas Stage- The Failure Variety Show: A Rube Goldberg Device will be assembled on stage while wonderful people share their thoughts on failure. I will host the show. I had the joy of co producing this for the Project Room.
7:30 pm Comedy at Leo K stage- ALL CAPS COMEDY: A whole bunch of weirdos will be doing things including my friend, Sugar Plum Gary.
Monday: 9/01: 2:15 pm Comedy at Leo K stage- Seattle People Doing Sketch: I had an advisory role for the northwest comedy program at the festival this year because of this I was given the opportunity to produce and host a show. I decided to celebrate Seattle's talented sketch comedy scene.
Mr. Beast is a six piece puppet requiring 3 people to operate. Each piece is a separate paperbag puppet: two hands, two eyes, one mouth and one nose/mustache combo. I have been making puppets since the beginning of the century but this guy is something different. The plan is to make a lot of different face parts to increase the possibilities of strangeness.
I have brought Mr. Beast to the Bridgetown Comedy Festival in the hopes of taking advantage of all the creative people and see what bizarre friendshipping happens in the city of Portland. Ideally there will be a slew of ridiculous pictures, and I will discover some new uses for this paperbag monstrosity.