Month: November 1998

The end of the road — Night 6

After five straight nights of traveling, joke-telling and ego bruising, many of the comics are ready for this week to end. It is fitting that the first round should end in a casino. For this is a mighty big gamble. The winner of this competition gets $3,000. But there is no money — I repeat, no money — for you if you don’t make it out of the first round. You may get applause. You may even pick up some fans along the way. But you get no other compensation for your week on the road. It might actually cost you a pretty penny to compete in this thing. Thus, the pressure mounts. Some of the comics still in the running have begun to second-guess their material. They add new jokes or try anything different to make a final attempt at the top five. Those of us who have been mathematically eliminated from advancing have a different view of the last day. A couple of people snap. Chris Maltby spends his final minutes of stage time explaining how the judges and audiences hated him for being gay. Scott Meyer decides to take this night to explain his madness to the other comics. Of course, this meant nothing to the audience. The crowd was unnecessarily tought tonight. Considering how little they paid for the show — the casino actually paid...

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The world is your food court — Night 5

Well, well, well. As we headed into night 5 of 6, things began to get a bit ticklish for many of the comics. The comics in the middle of the pack, score-wise, are feeling the pressure, knowing that they still have a chance to make the top five overall and qualify for the semifinals. But they probably feel less pressure than the folks already at the top, who know that two bad nights now can end their chances for the contest. Joe Vespaziani, still the current leader in our week, confides in me that he’s a bundle of nerves. He says he has not done well in Bellingham in years past. His spirits lighten a little when Scott Meyer emerges onstage tonight in disguise as El Destructo, a Mexican wrestler. With mask, cape, a "wife-beater" shirt and shorts, Meyer/El Destructo puts on a performance that has all of the comics — and much of the audience — in hysterics. Halfway through the set, he pulls out an effigy of Vespaziani and proceeds to beat the literal stuffing out of it. Despite that, Meyer earns a very low score tonight. And the comics who do well are those who don’t let the pressure get to them. Kevin Foxx and Damonde Tschritter, the two British Columbians in the bunch, strike a chord with the Bellingham crowd. Dean Evans performs a carefree...

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The night the worm turned — Night 4

This is a good opportunity to explain how life on the road for a stand-up comedian is not always all it’s cracked up to be — if you pardon the cliche. Club Broadway is a big old four-story building in downtown Everett. The venue offers multiple shows every weekend. That’s convenient for folks. But not for entertainers. We were set up on the third floor. While we tried to do our thing, actors were performing a murder-mystery next door. That wasn’t as much of a distraction, however, as the KISS tribute band that played downstairs. The guitars and drums were loud enough at times to drown out the jokes and laughter in our room. Needless to say, it was a bit unnerving to many. There were other problems, too. The stage had a railing that either made the comics look like they were caged animals or like actors on the bridge of the Titanic. The microphone had a shorting problem that muted several punchlines and launched Jan Barrett into a profanity-laced tirade (are there other kinds of tirades) DURING her act. This answers one of last night’s nagging questions. Barrett completed her set, stormed off stage and yelled her way out of the building — causing half of the audience to turn their attention away from the next comic’s act. Any yet Barrett still finished second tonight. Which leads...

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Home is where the joke is — Night 3

Or so you might think. Before tonight’s show at the Cloverleaf, several comics come up to me looking for pointers or advice on local places they can use for their jokes. Somehow they got the impression that I know something about comedy. This was the one night when I knew I absolutely, positively could not afford to suck. The Cloverleaf had a sold-out crowd. And most of these people live, work and shop in the same places I do. One bad joke — or several — and the rest of my days at The Sun would be marked, or should I say, mocked. How could I show my adorable little face again? But I digress. The audience, seemingly filled with co-workers, friends and even readers (yes, I know what you’re thinking, but some people actually read The Sun), roared its approval as I opened the night’s competition. I thought it went well. But by the time the other 17 comics had done their time and the scores had been tallied, I came up short again. Your unofficial top five for tonight: 1. Joe Vespaziani 2. Kevin Foxx 3. Andy Andrist (tie) 3. James Heneghen (tie) 5. Bengt Washburn 14. me A trend has emerged. Three comics have placed high in each of the three nights. All five of tonight’s top finishers are repeats from night No. 1. And I,...

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2Night — Night 2

Let me introduce a couple of my friends. Joe Vespaziani. A man among men. Who else among us in the competition can say they’ve had a bum kidney, endured the pain of a catheter, and then written a hilarious bit about it? Who, I ask you? Who? Joe lives in Lynnwood. But don’t hold that against him. Few people taking the stage today can write a joke as well as Joe can. And so far this week, Joe is enjoying the proverbial fruits of his labor. He has finished in the top two each of the first two nights, including his win on Wednesday. "I’ve never had that happen before," Joe said before tonight’s show. He said he has always worried about what jokes to tell in the competition. And though he has placed in the top five a couple of nights in past years, he hasn’t gotten his due. So this year he decided to throw out his typical set and give audiences what amounts to a greatest-hits package. It also helps, I should note, that he has gotten to follow me onstage both times. Actually, I owe Joe a lot in terms of my own comedic growth. For it was Joe who allowed Dancing Boy to see his day (or night) in the spotlight. At the other end of the competition’s spectrum is Scott Meyer. Meyer —...

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