At the open mike, anyone can sign up, so a bar regular did it (see last blog). He hit the stage, and I hadn’t seen it before, but he had pre-planted several notes on the speakers. I used to carry a cheat sheet onstage, but this was the ultimate boy scout move – putting notes on before the show even started. He did eventually pick up the sheets and shuffle through them. Not subtle, but good work. Then he fired it up.
Surprisingly, he wasn’t awful. Long-winded, borrowed a lot of old premises, but had a few original punches. I was disappointed for the purposes of my blog. I was wrapping up the show, when suddenly, like a dream, a second bar patron came up to me. “Hey man, I want to go up.” OK, I handed him the mike. “You ever hit it doggy style and stick your finger up there and put it your mouth?” He then did four minutes of eating poop “humor.” I was watching it and laughing so hard (not WITH him, but AT him) that I nearly had a stroke. Comedy is fun. Bad comedy is legendary. I now want to encourage more new comics to show up every week.