Geoff Lott: Comedian, Writer, Philosoteur. I am here to amuse you, not entertain you. If not now, later. If not you, somebody else. If you can't laugh at yourself, that's just fine, too. I will do it for you.
Friday, August 06, 2004
Taking My Notebook and Going Home
I have this gig tomorrow night in Lake Stevens at Hawkeye's Pub, Grill, and Tire Shop, and I'm really excited for it. I'm headlining the show, and I've got this really good outlook on the show. I couldn't recite my setlist from memory, it changes each time, but I know that I'm going to kick the ass off this room. I haven't felt this excited for a show in a long time, as I have an opportunity to perform with two of my best friends, Shoogs B and Kilo G.
Why am I excited? Can't quite put the index to it, but lemme throw this at you: This is my first gig in 2 months. I've done shows, but nothing for pay on purpose. I have written so many new jokes in the past 3 weeks, mostly little one-liners and a few actual bits, that I'm ready to see how they fly. I am back to doing comedy regularly, and it's pretty gorilladad rad. I'm in the mindset that I wanna go in and destroy, riff off the audience, catch a vodka buzz and find a lickable local's sweet backside to shine the light of the Honeybaked upon. Yeah ladies, I'm not dating for a while, so if you'd like my attention, keep the necklines plunging and the hands properly moistened. I have ideas for ya.
For crying out loud, it's all just entertainment. People pay to see terrible bands, movies, food courts and a myriad of banality under the guise of "getting out of the house." Comedy is your answer, people. I kid you not. The movie you're watching today was the inspiration for a joke I wrote last year. The music you hear is being delineated from music and lineated to an intimate act involving a Viking woman and the handle bars from my Stu Thompson Huffy, circa 1984, which had the skill of kicking your ass! The food court you're noshing within is teeming with people you are mentally, and I am verbally, judging for their appearance. Laughter is good for you. Do it.
Rick James Dies. Drugs, Coke, Kidnapping NOT Involved... So Sad
Can't wait to see Dave Chappelle's take on this. That dickhole just got a 2-year, $50,000,000 contract with Comedy Central. They are aiming to grab Chris Rock-ish notoriety with this guy, who is likely the most poignant stand-up on TV today. Then again he's got writers. If you get a chance to see him live... GO DO IT.
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