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20041211

Charlie’s Standup Comedy Journal

December 11, 2004: Roll Tape at the Isle!

This little gig was our ‘advanced’ comedy class graduation show, which came with a few perks. First, the whole class got to come together for a group hug and mutual moral support — that was nice. I think one of the guys tried to cop a cheap feel during the hug, but that’s all right. At least one of us was probably drunk at the time, so I’ll give

him a pass, just this once.

Back in the real world, the major perks were that as a ‘graduation show’, most of the comics had friends and

family coming out to watch, and we got to perform on a Saturday night, which may have coerced another few asses into the seats. All of which is to say that it was a fantastic crowd by Emerald Isle standards.

(Which, essentially, are my standards. I’ve played exactly one room — once — with a capacity of more than

thirty people or so. And that was on a Monday, and if we had thirty that night, it was only barely.

Basically, I’ll know I’ve ‘made it’ — or at least gotten a step closer — when I’ve played in front of a whole

football team’s worth of people. Keep the dream alive, dammit!)

Anyway, the other perk for me was that Ed, who runs the shows at ‘da Isle’, also agreed to tape our

sets, with professional sound and cameras and everything. That way, a few of us who may want to look for paid work someday can have a slick tape to include in our promo packets.

(Of course, for the moment, you people only get to watch the HandiCam version that my wife was sweet enough to tape from the audience. Hey, I haven’t made money on this shit yet, people! I don’t have the equipment — or the mad video-techno skillz — to dub that thing to web format.

When I’m rich and famous, with a summer house and a Vicodin addiction, maybe. For now, nuh-uh. I’m dizzy just thinking about it.)

Anyway, the show was a blast. We got to do a longer set than usual, and I tried to pack in all my favorite

bits — including a brand new one that I didn’t have on tape before. Bonus! So, if you’re into that kind of thing,

check out the clip below.

Man, I wish we could do a ‘graduation show’ every week — that rocked! And I’ll miss having that class

to go to, too. Partly, the people were really great and helpful and funny. And partly, it was good, gentle pressure

to work up new ideas every week. Mostly, though, it was a fantastic excuse to start drinking early on

Saturday afternoons. And I’ll miss that, you know?

Seriously, though, that classful of comics kicks ass — and kicked ass onstage Saturday night, too. I think

that’s the most fun you can have in Dorchester without breaking the law. Or involving a monkey. Really, it was sweet. Check it out!

Download Clip of 12/11/04 Set —

Emerald Isle, Dorchester, MA (9 minutes, 12 seconds):

20041118

Charlie’s Standup Comedy Journal

November 18, 2004: A Studio Anniversary

Folks, it was a year and two days before this show that I first took the comedy stage, also right here at the Comedy Studio.

A lot has changed since then. I’ve done thirty-odd shows. I’ve written close to an hour’s worth of material —

not all of it usable ever again, mind you, but still, I wrote it. I can’t take it back now.

In that time, I’ve been heckled, largely ignored, and — all too rarely — wildly cheered.

(Whoa… suddenly, this is starting to sound like my sex life. Damn. Focus, people. Focus.)

Mostly, though, in the past twelve months and couple of days, I’ve had a lot of fun. I probably could have done

more shows, and there are a few sets that I’m pretty sure I could have done better, but it’s all just a

bunch of baby steps toward… well, shit, toward what, I’m not sure, exactly. But this show marks a years’

worth of getting there, so it deserves a mention. I guess that’s all I’m saying.

And, to commemorate the occasion, I decided to trot out some new shit I’ve been working on. Looking back over the clip, I think the stuff’s got ‘potential’… but I’m not sure I was able to get enough ‘oomph’ behind it to

really sell it to that crowd.

(Where I mean ‘crowd’ in the loosest of terms. ‘Basketball team’ might be closer, or ‘barbershop quartet’.

Still, the dozen or so people who were there seemed to have a good time. And I’ve got plenty of excuses in this case for the house not being entirely rocked. Besides it being new stuff, this was also my third show in four days, which I’ve never tried before. And apparently, you’ve gotta work up to shit like that — my ass is tired, dammit!)

Anyway, I had fun. I dig playing at the Studio, and there were a few friendly and familiar faces in the crowd,

so it was an all-around good time. Now I’ve just got to get the booker there, Rick, to have me back for the

next years’ worth of shows. Let me at ’em, baby!

Download Clip of 11/18/04 Set —

Comedy Studio, Cambridge, MA (6 minutes, 42 seconds):

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MPEG Format — 35MB

RealMedia Format — 11MB

Windows Media Format — 5MB

20041115

Charlie’s Standup Comedy Journal

November 15, 2004: Return to the Cantab

I got a spot in this show somewhat unexpectedly — I’d emailed Amanda, who runs this particular yukfest from a bar

basement in Central Square in Cambridge — but hadn’t heard back in a few days. I assumed the show was booked; in November, they’d gone from a weekly format to monthly, so I figured the demand for stage time was getting up there, and I’d been shut out. Easy come, easy go.

But — yay! — that was not the case. A couple of days before the gig, Amanda emailed to say all conditions

were go. Bring out the rubber chickens; Houston, we have hilarity.

(Or, in my case, a few old retread bits that I wanted to glom together and try again. And that counts as

hilarity, dammit. That’s some of the funniest shit you’ll see in a Central Square basement on a Monday night, I’m

pretty sure of that.

Yeah, shaddup. So I set the bar low. Eat me.)

Anyway, the show was a lot of fun. I had a bit of a personal crisis, when my coworker told me that she’d be

there, and she was bringing her daughter with her. Yeeks! And never mind that her daughter is twenty-something, either — that’s fricking pressure, people!

(So, I took out the bit that ends with ‘vagina’, and replaced it with two minutes of stuff about… well, my

penis, actually. And I substituted it in just after the other stuff about my penis. Hrm. I guess I

wasn’t all that worried about offending ‘the daughter’, after all, eh? Nice.)

In any case, give it a look — I had a good time back at the Cantab, and hopefully, you’ll get a chuckle out of

it. Not as much fun as I had, especially hanging out and drinking beer with some of the other comics — and

yes, the coworker and her daughter, too! — but the rest of that isn’t on tape anywhere, so this is all

I can offer you. Let’s both hope that it’ll do, eh? Enjoy!

Download Clip of 11/15/04 Set —

Cantab Lounge, Cambridge, MA (6 minutes, 30 seconds):

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MPEG Format — 34MB

RealMedia Format — 10MB

Windows Media Format — 5MB

20041104

Charlie’s Standup Comedy Journal

November 04, 2004: Comedy in La Casa

You people have no idea what I go through to bring you this standup nonsense.

(Okay, maybe that’s a little bit dramatic. Still, I’m makin’ a point here. Don’t piss on my party, dammit.)

It’s bad enough to actually come up with the ridiculous material, and practice it, and make my wife

think I’m a fricking lunatic by using it on her. That’s no damned picnic, but I can deal with it.

And then, of course, there’s the matter of getting up in front of a bunch of strangers and making an ass of

myself for five minutes or more, just so you — and, hopefully, they — can have a couple of chuckles at my

expense. Ooh, look at your crazy little monkey do his dance. Whoo.

All of that is fine — I signed up for this shit, and I’m just perverted enough to actually enjoy it, so

no worries. Until — until! — technical difficulties start getting in the way, which is exactly what

happened at the show before this one (no link, for reasons that will become obvious in four… three… two… one…),

when my damned camcorder stopped working. Bitches!

One minute, whirring and whizzing away like a happy little gizmo. Or a computer. Or a vibrator. (How does it

always come back to the vibrators, people?)

The next minute, nada. Says it’s got ‘dew’ problems, like water just suddenly and magically condensed

somewhere in its innards. I don’t know how that can happen. Actually, I’m pretty damned sure it can’t happen.

But the bastard little machine thought it happened, and so it wouldn’t fricking work. Lousy technology —

‘HandiCam’, my ass. ‘ShittiCam is more like it. Loser.

Anyway, I didn’t want to miss two shows in a row — and heaven knows you people got nothing better on this site to look at than grainy video clips, so I had to do something fast.

(Well, okay, so technically, I didn’t have to act terribly quickly, given that there were two weeks in

between that show and this one. But since I’m a lazy, forgetful goober, I completely brain-farted on the whole

‘useless damned camera’ thing until the day of the show. So then, I had to act fast. It’s all about the

context, see.)

So, long story only marginally shorter, I checked up on the problem online and found that many other people

have suffered with the same problem. And a few were able to solve the bug with various harebrained ‘home remedies’. None of them looked particularly promising, but at that point, that’s all I had time — or the smarts — for, so I dove in. I opened every orifice on the thing and left it in a sunbeam. Nothing. I took the battery out — and

banged it on the table, just like the other guy said he did — then put it back in. Zilch. I blasted the thing all

over with compressed air. Bupkis. I took the thing to the bathroom, and — get this — blow-dried it with my

wife’s hair dryer.

And dammit… that frigging worked. Well, fuck me.

So, thanks to the power of the internet, an ingenuity borne from desperation, and the finest home salon

equipment money can buy, you now have the privilege of seeing me tell seven more minutes of dick jokes

onstage. Is that a tear-jerking damned story, or what, people?

In any case, I hope you enjoyed it. Frankly, this might be my very most favorite show — the audience was

pumped (kudos to the other comics for working them into the right kind of lather), I was comfortable onstage, and a

few people from my office were kind enough to come watch and cheer me on. This is what it’s all about, folks.

(Well, except for the whole ‘getting paid’ thing, and the ‘devoted groupies’ and ‘free beer’ perks. Really,

when you get right down to it, those are what it’s all about. But this is a good damned start, and I’ll take it. Enjoy!)

Download Clip of 11/04/04 Set —

Comedy Studio, Cambridge, MA (7 minutes, 2 seconds):

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MPEG Format — 37MB

RealMedia Format — 11MB

Windows Media Format — 5MB

20041006

Charlie’s Standup Comedy Journal

October 06, 2004: Baby’s First Road Trip

This was the first time I ventured outside the greater Boston area to perform. Another comic, Flynny, runs this show on Wednesday nights in Lowell, and I hooked up with him for a spot.

Actually, to be fair, my comic friend Daniella did most of the negotiation for stage time, and was cool enough

to include me. And ride up with me to navigate the more-difficult-than-it-frigging-should-be directions to the

brewery.

(Honestly, I’ve got an extra-wide broomstick that I’d love to shove way up MapQuest’s collective ass.

Have they ever given straightforward directions to anyone, anywhere? Ever?! Bastards.)

Anyway, the brewery was a nice enough place. Three floors, good beer, bar food — my kind of place. The joint was a little bit dead that night — maybe fifteen or twenty people came out to watch — but there were a couple of groups of people up front who seemed into it, so I basically talked towards them while I was up there.

(And towards the end of my set, their food came, which distracted them pretty much completely from the next

three or four comics. Standup hath no buzzkill worse than the loudest laughers getting food during the show.

Ouchies.)

Still, it’s a fairly young show, and I’d definitely go back. Especially now that I know the fricking way around

Lowell, more or less. (Damn you, MapQuest! Damn you again!) As a matter of fact, I’ve already asked for another spot, so hopefully you’ll see a similar clip in another few weeks. Now if I can only get the bar to close down the kitchen during my set, then we’ll be talking. Woo-hah!

Download Clip of 10/06/04 Set —

Brewery Exchange, Lowell, MA (6 minutes, 34 seconds):

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MPEG Format — 33MB

RealMedia Format — 11MB

Windows Media Format — 5MB