Dispatches from the Head

I almost lost my shit.

Holy shit, I almost lost my shit, People-

Oddball Comedy and Curiosity Festival tickets are now available. I'm doing a few of the dates. Go get em if you live near em and want to come.

This week was quite a run. I haven’t been jamming the road like I did this week in a while. I started in Lawrence, Kansas and it was a great show. They have a great little festival going on down there with the Free State Fest. It was a hell of a night. I did over an hour of standup then they screened an episode of my show and then I did a Q & A for another hour. It was a great night. I like doing Q&A because then something has to happen that never would've otherwise. That’s exciting.

The day after Lawrence I flew to St. Louis through Chicago. I know, weird, but that’s the way it had to be done for some reason. I need to pay more attention to how I am booked to fly. The lack of logic can shred my brain sometimes. I think it may have been the best, if not only, way to go. I played The Firebird in St. Louis which is a rock club. I generally don’t like playing rock clubs but it was seated and intimate and I thought the show went pretty well. I’ve never played St. Louis in my life and it was good to see the folks there. I was staying in a hotel with a view of the Arch. I’m not sure what the point of that thing was initially but it is one of the greatest free standing pieces of mind blowing sculpture in the world. I love looking at it. I also had frozen custard at Ted Drewes. I love looking at that as well AND eating it. Fuck.

On Thursday I flew back through Chicago to Indianapolis and then drove to Bloomington for five shows at the comedy mecca that is The Comedy Attic. It’s sweet little room that has some real magic in it. I love playing independently owned clubs with owners that are real comedy fans. Jared Thompson, the proprietor at the Attic, is on top of shit, almost a little too on top of it, but that’s his charm. He treats comedy and comics with respect and it makes a big difference in the shows you’ll see there. If you live in Indianapolis it is totally worth the drive out. It is a far better club than anyplace in that city. At the Attic you see club comedy how it is supposed to be seen, up close, intimate, no distance between you and the comic. The shows were great, the crowds were great and I love being in Bloomington for a few days. They have one of the best indy record stores there called Landlocked Records and I just basically hung out there for a couple of days talking to Heath, the owner, and listening to music. I bought some cheap records. Old cheap records. Embarrassing old cheap records. Guilty pleasures. (Journey among others.)

So, getting to losing my shit. I have to leave Indy at 1:45 for Chicago and then to LA. I did not know that I had 35 minutes to connect. I didn’t catch that when I okayed the reservation. IMPOSSIBLE. Chicago is a clusterfuck of an airport and to get from the regional commuter fight terminal to my connecting flight is like a half a mile walk. I freaked out. Knowing I had a very small chance of making the flight and getting home with ample time to record today's intro and get it to Brendan in New York, so I laid down a panicky, aggravated intro in the car on the way to the airport as back up. Then I get to the airport in Indy and the 11:45 hadn’t even left yet at 1:00 and there was a late flight to NYC at the gate where my flight to Chicago was supposed to park. Fucked. I was able to get on the 11:45 by an act of pure will because the gatekeeper was at the end of his rope. It took off at 1:50.

I made it to Chicago for the sprint to my gate. I made it to the gate and the guy there wanted me to put my duffle bag in the ever shrinking carry on gauging frame. I said it would fit. He said you can't get on until you do it and you need to see the agent because your ticket has been changed. I said, “Fuck.” Then I smashed my bag into the frame, it fit, then I pulled it up quickly and it was stuck to the whole apparatus which came up with my bag. I said, “Goddammit, this is bullshit!” As I wrestled it out in what became a bit of a tantrum scene. One of the gate people said, “Don’t handle things with anger.” Embarrassing. I guess masturbation is out. Made my flight. They had upgraded me as well. I’m an asshole.

This week on the show, on Monday David Huntsberger shares a life story like none I have heard. On Thursday I get deep with Rosanne Cash. Amazing talk.


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Karen June 30, 2014 at 4:53 pm

About the airport experience, you know what?  I really don’t blame you for reacting that way.  I could see myself doing the same thing.  It’s that moment of…. Really??  I have to do this thing because some trained automaton said I have to?  I guess it just takes one fed up, beyond-annoyed-at-crap person to understand another one of “our kind.”

That whole airport/airline system sets you up to function under extraordinary circumstances in order to make connectors on time and such.  It’s a swirling vortex of internal combustion waiting to explode.  And then to be chastised by someonet!?  Wow, I can only imagine what pissy comment I’d be throwing back at them while running like a madwoman to try and catch my plane.

But I also know as soon as it was over, I would start ruminating over the scene and feel like a shithole for being mean to them.  I’d start thinking about how these people have to deal with all that tension from others all day long, when all they’re trying to do is their job, right? Ugh.  I don’t know, get me on a good day and I might handle it better.  But if I’m not relaxed (and who in an airport is?), watch out.

I believe that’s what you brilliantly coined as “contempathy?”  Been there, done that.

On a positive note, my ticket has been purchased to Oddball Festival in Austin this September.  Yay.  See you there!

Hutch June 30, 2014 at 9:07 pm

I saw the Thursday show in Bloomington.  My first time at the Comedy Attic.

Both the venue and the show were outstanding.

Brittney July 01, 2014 at 12:18 pm

You were in St. Louis, and I didn’t know it.

*violently throws around nearest furniture*

Sorry about the airport thing. That sucks.

xo Brit

Andee July 05, 2014 at 3:24 pm

I saw your show in St. Louis and I’m still happy about it. One of the nicest things about the show was your stage presence. I hadn’t even thought about it prior to the show because I experience you mostly as a voice on my laptop. But there you and your stage presence were and in the middle of your performance it just kind of hit me how much I was enjoying it. And I realized, too, that I was witnessing the product of your all your work. Years of it, finely tuned and really good. And I got to witness it. Very cool!
Thanks so much for coming to St. Louis. And thanks for being part of the crowd before and after the show, which was also really nice.

Ann July 06, 2014 at 10:48 am

If you don’t mind me saying, maybe it’s more important to find ways to simplify your work load on the road than it is to ruminate about losing your temper. I think many people would have snapped in that situation after a demanding tour.