So i showcased for the Letterman folk last night at the Gilded Balloon. Wasn’t sure if I should go totally clean, or try to be a bit riske, or, actually, just do what I think is funny. I think I combined all three. The word ‘nigger’ slipped in. Ooops. And I think I said ‘dicksmoker’. Other than that, I was well-behaved. Some of the other comics were so nervous, but I just thought, they’ll know in the first 2 minutes whether they even want to speak to us after this show, so really, it’s best to just be ourselves. Does that sound very very Lezzie/Vegan/Organic? I get spiritual during TV auditions, because the talent on stage has so little power over the outcome. Either they want what you can do or they don’t. It’s not competitive. You’ve a 50/50 chance of getting the gig. Breath.
My show was fun last night, not the best audience but playful and lovely, and 2 kids brought their dad to see me. One, Scott, was 18 and tall and sweet and gay and his dad folded his arms and huffed, but was basically a good sport. They stayed around for a photo after. Hopefully Scott’s touching himself to that photo right now. One can only hope.
I had to run off to another show, but not before Norman Pace, with whom I share management, let me know how much he loved the show. He thought my cleverest lines were wasted on comedy philistines. Maybe I’m just too tall, and the crowd is a bit skittish, terrified I’ll pounce, but really, for me, the show flew by. Which is a good sign. I think I’m finding my way.
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