did a show last night at the Irvine Improv. if it was on youtube it would probably have gotten 2.1 stars. it was a packed house, crowd was excited & great comics on the bill; it was the ultimate set up for success and of course I had to shoot myself in the foot.
i dont have a great track record performing down there (they dont have a lot of problems that Orange County) so i knew what kind of material would work ahead of time. i dont really consider myself a dirty or even blue comedian anymore. I got over the hump of writing dick, rape & “ever been so drunk” jokes for the benefit of easy laughs. I like a challenge.
my biggest challenge right now for me is writing clear negative opinions about subjects that really do matter to me. I want to express to an audience why i respect prostitutes more than beggars, why i think we’re getting lazier because of the internet, why i dont like talking about being mexican on stage but im not quite sure if a comedy club audience even cares to hear?
i have better sets performing at dive bars than I do at comedy clubs when im trying to express ideas and opinions. so with that comparison on the horizon, im kinda getting a clear idea on “how shit works”.
which brings me back to last nights show, i knew what i had to do to “kill” but i didnt. sure i stumbled a couple of lines on the new material but if I didnt say the words “fuck” or “blow job” the crowd sat there looking at me as if im a cashier ringing up there groceries.
is it stupidity or me having too much integrity in my beliefs?
or could it be comedy club audiences dont give a shit what point you have to say and just want to hear a pussy joke?
im pretty sure i already knew the answer before i even asked the question…
gonzales
I’ll be performing at the Irvine Improv tomorrow night 8pm. Last time I was in Orange County they wanted to kill me, lets see if they can catch me this time..
gonzales
Lakers win and the “people” of Los Angeles are angry because the city plans on spending a couple million dollars of tax money for the parade. (Which eventually didn’t happen because other people stepped forward)
The unfortunate death of Michael Jackson happens and the city pays a couple of million dollars of the “people’s” tax money and those same people dont say a word.
Reap it Murphy, you son of a bitch…
gonzales
It’s been exactly 1 year since my cousin Steven past away. I still find it hard to believe hes gone. I guess what makes it more difficult is that we grew up together. We spent about 12 hours a day with each other. From elementary to high school. I used to love the 4th of July cause we always got together and blew shit up. My cousins were the closest thing to the brothers I never had. We would fight, hang out, have fun, get into some mischief and loved every minute of it.
What drives me nuts is that every time I go hang with the family, I still expect him to be walking in the door. Knowing that its never going to happen in this world takes so much out of me. disappointment, sadness and other words that I cant think of because my strong ability to have a limited vocabulary.
We’ll never know why you left so early but you’ll always be remembered. They had a mass for you this morning. There’s no way I could of made it. I got home late and instead of lighting fireworks, I drove to 7-11, bought a beer, sat in my room and drank while I was looking at your picture. The last time we saw each other was when I stopped by the house to say hi and you made a comment of how much of a fatass I became and how buff you got. I always laugh about that because I know you meant no harm. It was your way of saying “damn I look good.” You did brotha. But you’ll always be that short, chubby, curly haired cousin that I will miss to the day I die.
Wherever the after life is, save me a spot. I’ll see ya up there one day.
gonzales
Today I realized that its not that I suck at everything, its more like I never really believed in my self. I always lacked that. Not sure what caused it, could be childhood issues that for some reason just carried with myself into the present or me just never thinking I can do anything.
So many words can describe it. “believe in yourself”, “hope”, blaw blaw blaw, etc. But I guess… when you do believe in yourself (or blaw blaw blaw), as the urbanites say “shit can happen”. It felt good. It felt good knowing you can do anything humanley possible, you just have to keep trying. It gives me hope knowing that I really can accomplish what I want to do in my life. The only way to find out is….. doing it.
gonzales
WrestleMania XXIV when Raven Samoan was giving a shout out/yelling her gunt off from the ring to the disabled/special kids in wheel chairs telling them to stand up.
fucking priceless…
gonzales
