Friday, February 25, 2005
Only a fool would go out on a night like this. Guess who the fool is? I'll give you hint: third name from the bottom on the sandwich board.
In my "Little Red Riding Hood Meets Nanook of the North*" Coat, I went into the city to do a show at the Laugh Lounge. It was a comedy variety show raising money to produce the sketch film, Infinite Monkey, written by Jim Mendrinos.
Despite the freezing temperature (23 degrees, real feel 14), and a continuous snow fall (three to six inches), the audience came out and packed the house. With the exception of some brief and borderline bitter banter with a late arriving audience member the show was worth the perilous drive in.
Who am I kidding? I only did it to show off the coat.
* Nanook of the North refers to Robert Flaherty’s 1922 silent film documenting the lives of Eskimos in Canada.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Check it out! I had the pleasure of driving this baby to my show at Spring Hill College in Mobile, Alabama. I usually don’t like driving. I much prefer to be picked up from the airport. I’m not spoiled. Okay, I’m spoiled. But I don’t like the hassle of renting a car or spending the extra money. If that makes me thrifty [read: cheap] and a touch spoiled, so be it.
Anyway, I reserved a compact car for $19.99, but when I got there, Enterprise was all out. They upgraded me – at no charge – to this Mitsubishi Spider Convertible. As you can tell, it’s technically still a compact, but not quite in the same league as the Geo Metro I was supposed to get.
Driving in the Spider, I didn’t even know myself. Actually, it gave me the opportunity to get to know myself better as I dropped the top and pumped Prince’s Musicology. (Old school joint for the true funk soldiers!) Who’s the Diva? Yes, y’all: Sunglasses on, Sisterlocks blowing in the wind. I drove to The Cracker Barrel in style!
I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to my little reliable ‘94 Honda Civic. Oh dear.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Yes, it's true. I didn’t watch the Grammy Awards last Sunday. Yes, it would have been the comedically responsible thing to do, since award shows can provide a wealth of material. But I didn't watch. I can’t. In junior year of high school I made the mistake of staying up all night to watch the Grammy’s. About an hour in I gave up trying to do my homework on the commercial breaks. I told myself that I’d finish up after the show was over. Yeah, right. Calculus after midnight is a very scary thing. Not one of my wiser moments. Can you guess what happened? Nameless Artist of the Minute gets a Grammy. I got an F. Not cool. Thus, my award show policy: If I’m not nominated, I’m not watching.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
(The Fabulous Kate Magill of Sophie K. Entertainment
-- my college agent -- & Moi hanging out in the booth at
the NACA Conference in my favorite city, Minneapolis!)
This month I showcased at the Annual NACA (National Association of Campus Activities) National Convention. Held in the amazing Minneapolis Convention Center, I performed on a large stage, flanked by jumbotron screens and felt like a rock star! The audience, made up of college student representatives and activities staff, was receptive and extremely complimentary.
What does this mean?
This showcase gave students from across the country the opportunity to see a wide range of talent (comedians, musicians, poets) and to choose who they would like to bring in to entertain on their campus. Mo' money! (At least the fine folks at Visa hope so!)
Tuesday, February 8, 2005
There is an article in today’s The New York Times that says the cost of basic necessities has risen astronomically in New York, faster than the rest of the nation; making it harder for New Yorkers to make ends meet. A friend of mine told me about the article since, being a native New Yorker, I couldn’t actually afford to buy the New York Times.
Deep Throat, Woodward and Bernstein’s legendary secret source during the Nixon/Watergate Investigation is reportedly ill and near death. There has been much speculation on Deep Throat’s true identity. Given his very public illness and recent hospitalization, to me it is clear: Deep Throat is the Pope.