Last night I dropped by the Main St Bistro, rumor has it they have an open mic on Mondays. I met a couple comics, a guy named Clayton, who was running the show, a girl named Nikki, a dude named Matt and an old guy named Bill. There was another comic (with a mohawk) that hosted, but I didn't get to meet him. Nikki, the girl, said she liked really liked the self-deprecating set I had the Wednesday before; which made me a little awkward since I just move to St. Louis. I played along so as not to offend...
Anyway, my set was kind of weird, I ended up talking about shoes for a bit. I also talked about racism for a bit. As a young chinese man, I've always felt a little cheated by the rest of white culture. People sometimes say stuff like It's 2006, "It's 2006, it's time to end racism". That's stupid. Anytime is a good time to end racism. It's not like there was some count-down where guys in hoods were like "3...2...1!!! OK Everybody, off with the sheets, Earl put out that crucifix, it's 2006!" I mean a hundred years ago were people saying "It's 1906, only a hundred more years to hate darkies and slant-eyes, let's go!"
I have more to say on that topic, but it's really not something you can read and 'get'. I'll do the whole thing next time I'm on stage. Maybe I'll talk about babysitting, my new iPod and how much my parents wanted me to become a doctor. "Oul son a comedian, we so angly!" Maybe I should just leave that to Margaret Cho...
Feel it as if I've been cursed...
It's late and I have to be up in six hours to go to work, there's some sort of comedy in Springfield, Illinois. If I'm not too tired or busy I might go.