New Orleans Comedy Arts Festival - Day 4
I imagine a crawfish boil was reverse engineered from a skilled painter's view of Hell. He painted a group of sinners writhing in a metal cage as it was lowered into boiling oil. Burnt unbelievers are then torn apart by demons who eat their organs and discard the remains.
A fisherman saw this painting and said, “Oh snap! Let's do that with crustaceans.”
Mark Normand, Sean Patton, Timmy Williams, and Shawn Pearlman feast on the flesh of the living (prior to horrific boiling).
And so they did. And so they did.
Oh God! Oh God!
The boil itself was a lot of fun. I think the majority of the time was spent talking to Zach Sims who, apparently, is skilled in many ways of the world when it comes to crawfish and cigars. He also had a great set.
I think Sean Patton's highlight was tossing me a football. I'm not really known for being physical person, so when I started playing, I was let in more for the novelty of it. Neal Stastny wasn't really defending me that well and, I believe, this was some sort of moment akin to the oft-told high school allowing the mentally challenged student to run for a touchdown that doesn't count.
Still – I got a touchdown!
The shows were fantastic. Both were sold out and the second show – which I was on – was so packed that comedians weren't allowed in the space to watch. It was pretty rough. The line-up on both are great and talking about who killed is difficult because, honestly, it seems everyone did. This isn't bragging as much as a testament to folks like Sean Patton, Roger Hailes, Zach Sims, Timmy Williams, Mark Normand, J.Fod, and the rest.
I did really well, I think.
I got four applause breaks, but one bit I did could have done better.
The most awkward killing set I've ever had.
Naturally, that one bit was the toenail in my oatmeal and R.G. Daniels had to talk me down off the roof, figuratively speaking.
I'm feeling better after a shower and a bit of a breather. I think I have a tendency to speak aloud my insecurities more than most comedians. Some people call it fishing for compliments, although I think of it more as giving my ego a burial at sea and finding fishes like to eat at it.
It's late; my metaphors aren't going to be wonderful.
Mark Normand and Zach Sims semi-mocked me for not being completely happy with basically killing compared to completely killing. I like those guys.
But so this is the technical semi-end of the festival. Eight comedians and I closed out the stand-up showcases and Cassidy fucking knocked it out with his character show. Tomorrow is a roast of a local comic, but it's more of a personal event I've been told. Not sure if I'll go, if even to just have a day to really feel things out and sleep in and just relax.
Tomorrow I'll try to write a final, less self-indulgent summary of the whole thing with some closing thoughts. If you're reading this, I miss you. That's not some bullshit sarcastic ending. Rather, I know the statistics and I have a basic idea of who goes through these things. And you're wonderful and unique, Insert Your Name.
A fisherman saw this painting and said, “Oh snap! Let's do that with crustaceans.”
Mark Normand, Sean Patton, Timmy Williams, and Shawn Pearlman feast on the flesh of the living (prior to horrific boiling).
And so they did. And so they did.
Oh God! Oh God!
The boil itself was a lot of fun. I think the majority of the time was spent talking to Zach Sims who, apparently, is skilled in many ways of the world when it comes to crawfish and cigars. He also had a great set.
I think Sean Patton's highlight was tossing me a football. I'm not really known for being physical person, so when I started playing, I was let in more for the novelty of it. Neal Stastny wasn't really defending me that well and, I believe, this was some sort of moment akin to the oft-told high school allowing the mentally challenged student to run for a touchdown that doesn't count.
Still – I got a touchdown!
The shows were fantastic. Both were sold out and the second show – which I was on – was so packed that comedians weren't allowed in the space to watch. It was pretty rough. The line-up on both are great and talking about who killed is difficult because, honestly, it seems everyone did. This isn't bragging as much as a testament to folks like Sean Patton, Roger Hailes, Zach Sims, Timmy Williams, Mark Normand, J.Fod, and the rest.
I did really well, I think.
I got four applause breaks, but one bit I did could have done better.
The most awkward killing set I've ever had.
Naturally, that one bit was the toenail in my oatmeal and R.G. Daniels had to talk me down off the roof, figuratively speaking.
I'm feeling better after a shower and a bit of a breather. I think I have a tendency to speak aloud my insecurities more than most comedians. Some people call it fishing for compliments, although I think of it more as giving my ego a burial at sea and finding fishes like to eat at it.
It's late; my metaphors aren't going to be wonderful.
Mark Normand and Zach Sims semi-mocked me for not being completely happy with basically killing compared to completely killing. I like those guys.
But so this is the technical semi-end of the festival. Eight comedians and I closed out the stand-up showcases and Cassidy fucking knocked it out with his character show. Tomorrow is a roast of a local comic, but it's more of a personal event I've been told. Not sure if I'll go, if even to just have a day to really feel things out and sleep in and just relax.
Tomorrow I'll try to write a final, less self-indulgent summary of the whole thing with some closing thoughts. If you're reading this, I miss you. That's not some bullshit sarcastic ending. Rather, I know the statistics and I have a basic idea of who goes through these things. And you're wonderful and unique, Insert Your Name.
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