Dispatches from the Head

I would call it aggressive exfoliation.




Okay, things are okay, all-

Thank you to all of the WTForadians for coming out to the shows in Denver at the Comedy Works! Great club. I can’t tell you enough how much better it is to play an independently owned comedy club with a heart and a history than playing a corporate club that gives away tickets and only cares about drinks and not the quality of the show. Support independent comedy clubs whenever you can. Write them and tell them who you want to see.

I have a few shows coming up I would like to hip you to. This weekend I am returning to The Stress Factory in New Brunswick, New Jersey. That’s April 13 and 14. It will be my only East Coast shows for a bit so come out if you are in the region. I haven’t been there in years. It is my homestate so maybe something deep and funny will erupt out of me. The following week I return to Helium in Portland, Oregon. That’s April 19, 20 & 21. I love it up there even if I don’t quite get what’s going on there. I will also be appearing at The Moontower Comedy Festival in Austin, Texas on April 26. Love the Austin. Let’s do it.

I tried to relax this week. I went to a spa in Santa Fe for a few days. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not some kind of entitled celebrity who trots off to a spa to rejuvenate. As some of you know, New Mexico is my home state. So, I figured I could do the spa thing and see my dad. I was prepared for a complete Yin Yang experience. I knew I was gambling by doing the spa first for a couple of days and then seeing my dad on the last night I was in town. Going to the source of the problems with my wiring could result in an overload of the system and erase whatever fleeting peace I achieved with the hot tub, massage and salt scrub.

I’m not a big spa guy. I don’t know how to spa. I was with Jessica so that was nice. We had a couple’s massage. Generally I don’t really like being naked and touched by detached older women with big arms but it was nice. The salt scrub was basically being coated in hot oil and salted then rubbed hard. I would call it aggressive exfoliation. It felt painful but proactive. It worked. I was relaxed. Heading to my father’s in Albuquerque I could feel a life’s worth of defenses, fear and muted hostility pushing their way out of my soul towards the surface potentially threatening whatever relaxation mode I was operating on. When we got there he was in good spirits. Maybe the scrub worked because all that emotional toxicity must have just dissipated out of my pores without me even noticing. We had a nice dinner. It was good to see him.

I’m on a plane as I write this, a small one. Rob Riggle is on the plane as well. He was playing the other club in Denver. He is a Marine. There is turbulence. He seems fine and I am nervous. I am trying to glean some contact fearlessness from him. Semper Fi.

This week I talk to my old pal David Cross on Monday and the great Chris Elliott on Thursday. Good talks, both of them.

I hope you had a good holiday weekend, found eggs, ate crackers, whatever your bag is.


Love,
Maron


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