I don't know how to feel about last night; I went to Springfield and Laughs on the Landing and didn't get home untill about midnight and ended up getting out two very different sets. I met Tom in Troy, IL (exit, 18) at the Cracker Barrell, and Tom drove us into Springfield (I was literally falling asleep as I drove into Illinois). At Springfield, there were six comics total. I ended up going on first, followed by Tom and the four others. Leading off, I felt I had a very strong set; there were a bunch of people in Break Time and they seemed to pay attention pretty well. I didn't end up placing in the top three. The lady who ended up winning did all hack material, and even read a dirty Christmas poem that I remember hearing in grade school. Tiffany explained it to me later; since I'm going to work for Don this weekend (and some next month) they gave the first-place spot to someone else in order to allow them the chance to come back. And I'm alright with that, because I'm getting some work out of it, but it would have been nice to win some gas money.
Tom and I arrived at the LL show just before it started; apparently last night was the Forum show as well, because we only had about 11 guys on the list to go up. But the show wasn't short because Adam did about 4 to 5 minutes between each comic. Usually I wouldn't mind, I'll obviously do anything/go anywhere for stage time, and so sitting through a show is just part of the price. However, it was a long night, and when Travis read the same poem as the lady from Springfield and the crowd went nuts I almost gave up. It's so frustrating when people go up and don't try, aren't original, and use vulgarity as a crutch and they get all the praise. At that kind of moment, it hurts; I mean I know I'm working in Bloomington this weekend, I know I have a chance to working, going pro, living my dream, but it's like the feeling you get when you break up with a boy or girlfriend. You know what's going on in the long-run; but emotions and thoughts in the present over whelm logic and reason. As for my set at LL, I got up second to last and started by expressing my frustration; and ended with one of my favorite lines (from life, not stage) "but at least I'm not bitter". And then I broke out my suicide material, which seemed to get great responce. Kevin White later said that I seemed very conversational (during that part of my set); I moved off of suicide and towards the topic of women, and did a couple of lines that I wanted to work on, (one in particular that has NEVER worked, but I don't want to give up on it). I finished my set, talked with Kevin White and Lucas for a minute and then headed home. I didn't get to bed until midnight.
listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen,
[and you know they] know that I'll never be Marshall again