Movie I produced for the 48 hour film festival in Portland. We got 1st runner up, best use of prop, and the audience award! Please share if you would like.
Starting March 7th, I will be back on the air on Fridays from 6-7 PM on 107.1 FM in Portland. It will also live stream and I will keep up on that link. I will be playing really great music, interviewing really interesting people, and just plain entertaining.
Oh shit, this took FOREVER! And now that it’s all behind us, we can move on and put out a bunch more awesome episodes. Got two in the ol’ can aready. SORRY SORRY SORRY
Anyway back in October we recorded a live version of Sorry About Your Dad from a cafe in Portland, starring these amazing…
You’ve got way too many Facebook friends. You know how it is; that girl from nursery who added you; that odd bloke from the evening class you took in 2009; your mum.
They’re tremendously irritating, but you put up with them. Because we’re all annoying and all stuck with each other.
1. The girl who always tells you to “Like and share if you’re against cancer”
"90% of people don’t have the guts to change their FB status." "One Like = One Prayer." What they’re really saying is "Pay me some attention, or you’re wishing cancer upon all your loved ones. I’ll give them cancer! Acknowledge me, dammit!”
2. The stupido who always falls for the latest scam
Every time without fail. Giant spiders, Satanic soft drink logos, coughing to ward off heart attacks. But don’t bother correcting them - they’ll only get defensive. “I was only trying to raise awareness!”
3. The Facebook gaming addict
Mastered Fruit Ninja and Farmville and Candy Crush, but never the privacy settings, so your FB feed turns into a fruit machine of high scores and unlocked “achievements”.
It’s boring to show a string of annoying alerts, so here’s a picture of Daft Punk, doing an impression of your FB feed.
4. The new exercise fan and his fancy pedometer
Like the Facebook games person, but with an additional passive-aggressive slap - nobody wants to be told “I’m so much fitter and healthier than you fat slobs”. We want to see a pedometer that detects when you’ve trod in dogshit and immediately Tweets it.
Adam Smith, (unknown), Shannan Hunt. Shooting Bridgetown documentary interview. North Portland. 10/21/13. Photo by Jason Traeger.
I did it. I did my first open mic and it felt good. I was a little intoxicated both with alcohol and excitement, but I felt like I accomplished a lot. I got up in front of people and bared my soul in a humorous way. It was cathartic, exhilarating, and a weight lifted off my chest.
Honestly, I am not sure if the laughs I got were from supportive friends or people that truly found my material funny, but that doesn’t matter. I did one of the things that scared me the most. Hey, if I can conquer that fear, maybe I can bring myself to fly in a plane again.
I signed up for the open mic weeks before, thinking that I might not get a spot. Then again the night before about 4 hours too early. When I got there I really thought I would hyperventilate. I chain smoked and had about 4 vodka cranberries before the mic started. My name wasn’t on the list, but I was assured I would go on sometime in the middle. I went on right after one of my favorite comics- Andie Main - and I was super relieved because it felt like I was being gently pushed out into the world of stand up by my friends. I know my experience is different from a lot of others because I have been submerged in this scene getting to know everyone and quietly (and sometimes loudly) observing what it takes to go out and do it.
My set lasted 3 minutes and I actually had more material but I got the light and I had to end it. I will definitely go again. And again. I will only be able to make it out 1-3 nights a week, which is not a lot compared to what everyone else is doing. I think I will be okay. I am not sure this is something I can devote my entire life to. I love comedy. I love Portland comedy especially, but I am a moody, impulsive, always late, manic, angry, sad, opinionated- maybe I do belong here.
and I am really scared. Part of me fantasizes that I will go up and kill and everyone will tell me how funny and awesome I am, and I will keep going and get booked on showcases and it will be easy and my life will become a whirlwind of comedy shows and uber fame. Part of me says that I am going to embarrass myself and offend people and lose friends, gain enemies, and actually get tomatoes thrown at me.
I think realistically, I am going to be mediocre. I think I am funny, but I don’t know yet how my comedy will translate to an audience. I don’t know how different deliveries of my punchlines will work out. I haven’t put the work in yet so I am not expecting much. I have written about 3 minutes worth of material but I am on the fence about almost all of it.
I am afraid I will hold the mic wrong, that I will pace back and forth and look at the ground. I will accidentally stumble over my words, not make sense, ramble, swear too much, fall down, pee myself, laugh at my own joke, get the hiccups, or throw up a little in my mouth.
If any of these things happen I might actually be relieved-because then I know it is over. No way it will happen twice.
I am reading John Roy’s free stand up comedy class. I am on week 1. Week 1 is attend open mics. So here goes.
Weekly show I am putting on. This is the first! Starts tomorrow 9/4/13
The director of the movie I am producing did an interview!
This is a teaser for a documentary I am producing on Portland’s Bridgetown Comedy Festival.