So when you have a night off... Maybe it's for a reason.
Thurs April I was passing through Seattle with no gig that night. I don't know if it is the same for a surgeon but I'll take and guess and say that if a surgeon has a day off he isn't calling around trying to whip up an appendectomy or any ectomy for that matter.
I'm not a doctor. I'm a comedian and as such I need stage time to validate myself as an awkwardly pseudo functioning member of society that no one can relate to.
Thursday filled in with a bar show at an Irish pub called The Owl and Thistle.
I was to headline after the host and two or three other guys did a total of 30 minutes talking the people into staying mostly against their will.
Up I went jokes in mind, guitar in hand (Good Measure).
After 10 minutes of uncomfortably out of place reactions from the people who seemed to be listening, I switched away from material and began searching for a way out of this without giving back the Guinness Stew that was my payment.
Low and behold a drunk / pill-popping / maybe just insane dude. One look at him and he started spilling the "I'm fing nuts!" beans.
Also you should know that a young woman and gifted singer / musician had Canada walked (she was Canada) over from the youth hostel to take in some free entertainment.
It didn't take long to formulate a plan. Befriend the crazy guy and bring him up on stage to tell his peculiar, nonsensical stories while I played the soundtrack and sang background vocals... PERFECT!
Eventually I brought the girl up and had her improv song verses to the most disturbing chorus I've ever written... (Brightly "Shake the baby! Shake, shake the baby")
In the end comedy won again.
But it was a squeeker!!
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