The Gig Files – No Time

Aaaah, the late show.  In comedy, it’s either a blessing or a curse and it’s usually 40/60 to the curse.  If you’re in a comedy club doing 2 shows a night, the late show on Friday is either very drunk or very underattended.  I’ve seen some for comics (Gaffigan, Maron, Benson, Carolla) that are just as packed as others, but usually it’s 30-50 people who are either just out and about, or out and asleep.

No Time 1:
I accepted a good-money gig for a fundraising auction on a Saturday night.  Everything was fine except the start time, in comparison to the time we went on-stage.  See, if you give people in their 30’s-50’s 3 hours to mingle and drink before they have to sit and do nothing but try and pay attention… after drinking… and eatin’… and spending money… it’s tough stuff on the attention-needers (me).

The group was awesome, don’t get me wrong.  They were all very cool people doing a great thing for their community, this time not involving a small-caliber rifle and rodents.  So I was happy to be part of it and help out any way I could, which was just to draw a few more in with my comedy skills and local F-list Celebrity status. (F as in “who the Fuck is this guy? He’s Funny, at least.”)

So they have dranks and noshing happening for about 3 hours, and an auction, and the results of the silent auction (Pat & Marty Boudoyn took home the 8-lb chocolate box AGAIN this year, $300), AND the Dessert Dash.  AND awarding a scholarship to a local student.  AND then it was time for the first comedian, an hour after we were supposed to go on.  Why would this suck so hard?

Well, we get paid either way.  Regardless, it’s way more fun when the crowd is into the performance.  And by then, they were way more into trying to sober up enough to get home before the babysitter went to $20/hr.  I understand it.  So the 250 people quickly dwindled (walked) to 200 in the first 10min of the show.  By the time I went on, I was working with about 80.

And I basically mentioned it as such, really important to fortify the remaining people and give it all ya got to make sure they enjoyed it.  It’s a one-off, so I won’t be back next year, but I don’t want to leave anybody thinking they should have left and got more hammered in their garage like they WANTED TO BUT THEIR HUSBAND WOULDN’T LET ‘EM.

So we did the thing and got the money + a little tip which was nice, and a lot of high-fives and hugs on the way out.  Not even close to the worst show I ever did.  That’s another time.

It’s always a sign of how things went when your closing line is “Thanks so much everybody, I hope you’ve enjoyed watching me fill my contractually obligated time, get home safe!”

The OTHER “No Time” entry is this:  I have been doing stand-up comedy for a solid 12 years now.  So when I get a text from a booker for a low-$ gig in less that 24 hours with a >100mile round trip, to open for a comic I wouldn’t stick around to watch?  Well, I guess I’m beyond being anybody’s booty-call at this point.

Unless Jessica Biel texts me up…

The Gig Files – No Bodies

I did a show a few weeks ago that really should have been better attended.  Sure, it was on a Thursday night, in a semi-dumpy roadhouse bar with carpet on the walls (re-read that), and a stage that took up 1/4 of the room.  And a pool table that took up another 1/4 of the room.  But… it was in an area of Seattle in which I know for a fact that at least 10 of my acquaintances live within 3 miles of.  These are the people asking when I’ll be in their area, what shows do I have within 10 miles of their house, etc.  The typical exchange goes like this…

Them: Dude! I saw you on TV last weekend, so funny! When are you doing a show up by me? I live in Donomish.
Me:  Thanks, yeah, that was fun!  I actually have a show in 3 weeks, a Friday night show, 8pm at the Filbert Center, it’s like $10 and you get 2 free drinks.
Them:  3 weeks? Ooooh gaaaaawsh, hmmm… We are busy that whole week with a… there’s a thing for the Donomish Woodworking Society that week.  Anything else?
Me:  Oh, okay.  I am doing a show in 2 weeks on a Wednesday afternoon in the parking lot of where you work from 11am to 2pm.
Them:  2 Wednesdays, oooh, gawsh… I am gone that day, I have to go look at wallpaper samples with a friend from High School I haven’t seen in 30 years and I am probably quitting that job, so… What else do you have, because we would LOOOOVE to catch one of your shows!
Me:  Wallpaper?  Well… uh… this Saturday morning I am doing a show in the garage of your neighbors, the Fardingsons, at 11am. They are serving brunch and have a massage chair for people.
Them: Ooooh, gaaawsh… THIS Saturday? Not next, THIS Saturday?  Yeah, our house is gonna be fumigated on Saturday morning at 10:49, so we have to leave and decided to go to Puerto Rico for the day.  What else?
Me: I’m doing a show in your living room in 4 hours.
Them: Ooooh gawsh, I, uh… my house is on fire right now. Anything else?
Me:  Holy hell… Tomorrow night I have a show in Las Vegas at The Palms with Jerry Seinfeld and Jim Gaffigan and Garth Brooks, but it’s sold out.
Them: That sounds fun, can you get us on the guest list for 6 people?

I took the gig because I’d heard pretty much nothing about it.  It didn’t pay well (less than $80 for 30min), and it wasn’t promoted very well besides by me and the guy who books it.  He’s also a comedian, and I genuinely like the dude.  So the gig was taken so I could earn a couple bucks and try out a couple new bits that would take up probably 10 of the 30min.

I make jokes about how underattended my shows usually are, saying “I always promise a new perspective on everyday things from Life, and good parking at my shows.”  This was no exception.  All the people who asked for a local event in the past year, all but one, stayed the fuck home. Too tired. Too parented-out.  Too lazy.  Too catching-up-on-whateverTVshow… And I didn’t even get upset about it.  There were 13 non-comedians in the seats, in a room that fits 65.  Plenty of good parking.

A few very dear friends showed up and that was awesome.  Totally surprised me and made me happy.  The 6 gentlemen playing pool left before I could start.  There were 3 other comedians which, while good for variety, cuts into the bottom line.  I liked the other comics, too, but none of us were pulling butts to seats. Tis what tis.

What good is it to be able to make people laugh if there aren’t many people?  I’m not gonna make the people at work laugh, that’s for sure.  I would either get reprimanded by HR or the co-workers would make up some excuse to get out the door.  God forbid we invest in laughter.

The Gig Files – No Mic

If y’all like this post, let me know in the comments or the LIKES! or send me a basket of gluten-free brownies shaped like Jessica Biel or Diane Lane (whatever your local bakery will do for you based on their politics).  “The Gig Files” will be recaps of shows I recently did from the perspective of the performer.  Yelp seems to be a sounding board for everybody’s gripes and very few KUDOS! which is too bad.  Then again, I think people want to complain, and a bad dining/entertainment/hash oil-making-via-Groupon experience seems to resonate more than a great one.  I’ve had so many dine-outs that could have been ruined because of something small that I just brush it off now.  Same thing with gigs; it’s been a while since I had 3 in a row like these…

NO MIC
Saturday night show, crappy sportsbar/roadhouse about an hour North of Seattle.  I’ve done 8 shows there and I’ve been happy with 4 of them.  2 were complete failures (back when I was about a year into comedy), 2 were “meh,” and this particular gig I actually rate under the Happy-Withs.

I brought a newer comic along as an opener, dude’s very funny, and is much more slowly-paced than I am.  That’s good because I won’t have to really go all-out to get the crowd to pay attention.  The bar holds about 80 people, speakers way up in the rafters, and you have to be eating the mic to be heard.  I have no idea what the transfer rate of lip-herpes via shared mics is among comedians, but it’s gotta be higher than, say, motivational speakers.

15minutes into my 45minute set, the mic stops working. Cuts out. Dead. I wiggle the cable a bit, it comes back.  Then blacks out.  Then it’s back.  2minutes later it dies again.  Staff kinda works on it, but then it dies again. Dead.  Done.  DOS(tage).  And then they tell me, “Sorry. It did that the last couple shows, too.”  Oh, okay then.  Happy I’m not the WHAT?

So I shouted the rest of my set into the air. And it was work. I felt like I had to project even more, and subtlety was out the window without being able to whisper.

And it was in those 30-something, unplugged minutes I really felt like, hey, I’m gonna make this a great show for the people who are here.  Nobody left, and it wasn’t THEIR fault the mic cut out, so it won’t be MY fault if the show sucks.  I was friggin’ exhausted afterwards.  It went fine.  But honestly, that kinda sucked.

 

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