He Who Fucks Nuns Will Later Join The Church

I feel like I avenged myself tonight. I had a setlist. I had themes. I had callbacks (planned). I had a dead pope joke. By the way, I was feeling reverential this afternoon, and tried to create something that expressed that reverence and respect for God. This is how it turned out. Listen.

By the way, it was Pope Formosus.

Love Is Watching Someone Die

I felt a lot of love tonight. My friends came out and listened to jokes I had told less than 24 hours before. And they still laughed. The audience wasn't quite as into it, and I don't blame them. I need to write stuff that's more accessible. Really, I don't know what I was thinking. I came up with a minute on a Catholic strip club and I actually thought "this is it! This is universal! This will win them over!"

I just don't understand people.

Listen and/or download it - April 18 2007

You Watched Me Hunt For Tips I Was Obliged To Pick Up From The Passing Trade

I took this picture last night before the show at Trust Me Too. In case you didn't know, Trust Me Too used to be a strip club. As far as I can tell, it could still be. Pole on the stage, names on the lockers in the changing room, informative signs on the walls... But now it's a heavy metal bar.

Last night it was a comedy venue. Unfortunately, the comics outnumbered the audience nearly 2 to 1. We still performed. Kyle recorded it. It was less a performance than a drunken workshop.

We might do it again, or maybe split a bill with the heavy metal bands that play on the weekends.

I can't pass up a chance to be onstage, even if it's just for other comics or a bunch of guys who blame Cobain for killing Rock 'n Roll.