Last Tuesday I told Tom Milster that if I got on stage I was going to take my camera on stage with and would record my set that way. I don't know why I said that, maybe it was the Venti hot chocolate from Starbucks, maybe the pressure of being so good looking has finally gotten to me. Anyway, I said it, and for I for some reason I like to put my money where my mouth is. It usually provides at least a little entertainment (for me and/or others) although usually at my own expense. The best example of this happening in my life was my third year in college. For some reason I told people I was going to walk from St. Louis to Columbia over spring break. Long story short, I did (or rather I attempted) it. I made it 30 miles eating nothing but peanut butter with a spoon before my feet looked like ground hamburger. So last night I was at the Funny Bone and I was on the list, and I took my camera on stage with me. I held the thing at arm's length in my left hand for my set and tried to keep myself in frame, but I didn't want to acknowledge the camera too much. At one point I just looked at the camera and winked or something; which the crowd kind of liked. Sadly my material (mostly new) suffered because of my little stunt. Especially my closer for the evening, which was a continuation of my racism joke I posted earlier in which I drop the N-word. The actual N-word. I didn't get the response I wanted (which would be laughter), in truth I didn't get any real response. Unless you count silence. I bailed almost immediately, I have no idea how much time I did. In retrospect, I should have done one more bit, just to pretend like nothing happened. Just go into "So you guys ever beento a Sam's club?". The whole situation It was kind of anti-climatic, because I was extremely nervous about the joke, and was trying to memorize a very precise combination of words to rattle off before the big punch, but I didn't get it right (as is often the case with new jokes). I'm not saying I wanted trouble or for people to yell at me, but I was ready for it, I mean I figured someone would misunderstand me, and I was going to take whatever happened and try to use it on stage as a defense. In any case, no one got upset, and some people said that I had a lot of guts (or some other body parts) to try that bit. I'll try it again sometime (I'll work on tightening it up a ton) but probably go sans camera.
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