Wow was this ever a good week.
Hammerkatz won the Emerging Comics of New York award for Best Sketch Group. Our director won the award for Best Director. And icing: the guy we share our Saturday night slot with, Aziz Ansari, won Best Male Standup. And then AT that Saturday night slot we had ninety-eight people who paid to see the show. It's neat because it doesn't feel like we're performing for just our friends anymore.
The ECNYs are interesting because it's the New York comedy scene cynically (but honestly) acknowledging the insular couldn't-nobody-but-us-in-this-basement-give-a-fuck nature of "the scene," but still having a lot of fun and drinking free Budweiser E (it's like beer and Red Bull, or, rather, like sipping an incompetently mixed mashup of Lynyrd Skynyrd and "Groove Is In The Heart" By DeeeLite) and Bud Selects (which is like an incompetently mixed mashup of Bud and Bud Lite). Winning was neat and getting all twisty, as Ray would say, equally so.
Then this morning (it was one PM) we went and made some good-natured mischief at the Billy Graham revival in Queens. Yo, girls who go to church are fucking good-looking, word life. Also there's a creepy sect of beard-y pony-tail wearing twenty something guys who looks they could run a society whose economy is based solely on incense and sack-based clothing. Also, they have girlfriends (wives? Slaves? Folk bandmates?) who wear floor-length skirts and invented the term "earthy." They are exempt from the assertion about girls who go to chruch, above. And you had better believe they have some crazy literature. Also there was a dude in a cage with a sign that...aw, hell, you'll see it all in the video.
The other day Helen was nice enough to ask me what I've been reading. This sounds pretty mundane but it's actually equivalent to asking a chubby kid with a conductor's hat, even though he's 19, if you can see how his train set works, and he's all "Really?" just because he can't believe anyone else would be interested. She probably won't do it again the way I bent her ear about the Sistine Chapel and shit, but it was still a nice thing to be asked at sunset on the way to the show.
Since people don't normally ask me, I end up working whatever it is I've been reading into unrelated conversation, usually in broad metaphors I haven't though out very well, so you're forced to go, "But DC, in the Holocaust, people were also killed and carted away in trains," and I'll think for a second and then be all, "Oh, yea, I guess that's kind of nothing like the crunk music scene, now that I think about it."
Clearly I would never compare the crunk music scene to the Holocaust. I have on several occasions compared it to the Ramones, but I compare everything I like to the Ramones. Sketch comedy's like the Ramones. Freestyling in a kitchen's like the Ramones. OK, not everything. Sex is mercifully unlike the Ramones. Except for how I shout ONE TWO THREE FOUR before launching into anything sophisticated.
At the Box Office:Overall business tumbled despite a rush of familiar new titles -- "Bewitched," a "Love Bug" update and the latest zombie tale from director George Romero. Despite a rush of familiar new titles? Try because. If we were so enamored with familiarity, nobody would ever get divorced. Make it new, dicks.
Now I am gonna finish my book in the bathroom with the shower on then climb into bed damp with the fan blowing over me. It is what Big Pun once referred to as "The Glamour Life." Have a good week.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.
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