New Orleans Comedy Arts Festival - Day 3
It was Eric Andre's birthday. Holy shit. The audience at the first show, which skewed a lot older than the first two nights, went between loving him and being completely terrified of him. Eric Andre is like a motherfucking Final Fantasy summon – he will fuck your enemies' shit up in a blaze of glory. He also had a number of dollar bills pinned to his chest which is, apparently, the thing here.
The La Nuit Theater, home to the New Orleans Comedy Arts Festival
Tonights shows were packed and everyone did amazingly well. I didn't get on – two shows each, folks, two shows each – but it was delightful to see folks bring down the house. Vince Averill has to leave tomorrow and did a completely different set tonight, something that both amazes me and makes me terrified of my own set tomorrow.
Drucker's only got three good jokes, baby. And one of them sucks.
As I typed this, an ad for Intervention came on with a girl falling against walls and the copy said, “She says it's a joke.” (beat) “But no one's laughing.” That's my comedy.
I am nervous about tomorrow because everyone's doing so well. I'm on a fucking powerhouse show tomorrow at 10 p.m. It's the last straight-forward stand-up show of the festival. It's got Sean Patton, John F. O'Donnell, Timmy Williams, and more. I'm included on that list. Am I bragging or am I terrified? I think sometimes those emotional outputs come in pairs.
NOTES:
Got sunburned at the Zoo. It's a great zoo but a terrible, terrible sun.
Charlie Kasov and I now know the family and subfamily of Bears.
Mark Normand licked my neck for a minute.
Name drop name drop name drop name drop name drop name drop name drop name drop name drop.
A lot of comedians are desperately trying to get laid here. I'm thinking they're getting a .500 batting average. But then again, I don't know how these things work.
The La Nuit Theater, home to the New Orleans Comedy Arts Festival
Tonights shows were packed and everyone did amazingly well. I didn't get on – two shows each, folks, two shows each – but it was delightful to see folks bring down the house. Vince Averill has to leave tomorrow and did a completely different set tonight, something that both amazes me and makes me terrified of my own set tomorrow.
Drucker's only got three good jokes, baby. And one of them sucks.
As I typed this, an ad for Intervention came on with a girl falling against walls and the copy said, “She says it's a joke.” (beat) “But no one's laughing.” That's my comedy.
I am nervous about tomorrow because everyone's doing so well. I'm on a fucking powerhouse show tomorrow at 10 p.m. It's the last straight-forward stand-up show of the festival. It's got Sean Patton, John F. O'Donnell, Timmy Williams, and more. I'm included on that list. Am I bragging or am I terrified? I think sometimes those emotional outputs come in pairs.
NOTES:
Got sunburned at the Zoo. It's a great zoo but a terrible, terrible sun.
Charlie Kasov and I now know the family and subfamily of Bears.
Mark Normand licked my neck for a minute.
Name drop name drop name drop name drop name drop name drop name drop name drop name drop.
A lot of comedians are desperately trying to get laid here. I'm thinking they're getting a .500 batting average. But then again, I don't know how these things work.
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