I went to an open mike/showcase w/ Anthony O’Connell in Youngstown last night. The speaker actually threw sparks, much like Goldberg or Golddust’s wrestling entrance right out of the gates. Then the first comic sang “Old Man River” and blew something out (on the sound equipment, not from his person). Flustered, he began to dance on a seven foot stage w/ two guys trying to salvage the speaker. Off to a hot start! Another comic berated the crowd for not laughing at his material. This logic escapes me. “Hmmm. They seem to not care for my material. I know how I’ll win them back – insults!” Another comic was distracted by two women in pajamas walking in the bar to pick up wings. It was 9 pm. If you’re getting ready for bed, hot wings are not the correct food, so I like to think they had indeed spent the entire day in said pajamas. Sounds like two ladies just got dumped! Finally I got to go on and did well enough to delight the crowd with my hilljackery and public indecency jokes and may get future work out of it, which is ironic, b/c I single handedly had one of the least productive days of my life.