A week of Travel in review...

I logged 3200 miles in 4 days last week. Two days of 1000 + miles driving.
This worked out to roughly 100 dollars a day in gas. This is whats making the man to the right smile so much. And every one keeps asking why I didn't fly. Well sure it's cheaper to fly, but then I don't have a car when I get there, and I don't have all my stuff, it's like portable security, it's my safe place when I'm out of home, it's got my entertainment, sat radio, dvd player, cd player etc, my comfort, and my sense of mine. Hotel rooms are transient the car is a durable location of security...

I got to Sequim last week for my first show in one of the casinos, it was fun, I really rocked out the joint. I even got a couple emails from people at the show afterwards and i never even plugged my website! So they must have googled my ass. Really fun, and I won 55 bucks at poker afterward, saw two fatal car crashes in two days though. Freaky, one killed three the other killed six, that's some bad odds for a sense highway in the olympic peninsula.

Next i went to Pasco wash. It was ok. Ok. hmm, yeah.
I didn't feel comfortable there, an air of quite exclusion from mainstream and a distaste for the foreign waft in the atmosphere around this highly class divided tri cities. Each of the cities was a specific demographic, two rather poor, and one somewhat white upperclass but only upperclass in a small town trying to seem sophisticated kinda way.
There was a real Mormon feel to the pasty white faces of it's collared youth. And I was actually asked to take my hat off in a Starbucks coffee, to which I said no.

This was the mark of conservatism, as I had worn my TWAT hat into hundreds of coffee shops coast to coast, even in the bible belt and not gotten flack from anyone, but here the bible blind youth felt empowered enough to dictate my life and freedoms to me as they saw fit. Rather pompous and delusional I felt. I did not agree and challenged them to call the police and have me removed and a stand off ensued. I am sad to say the outlasted me in irritation but I only left after I had finished my coffee and done all my emails. Bitches.

I hate it the new PC attitude that one offended person can dictate the tastes for all the people. FUCK THEM. Seriously it would make everything work infinitely more efficiently if we ignored people until they were the majority, then changed. Rather than try to protect individuals with weak stomachs who feel most of pop culture offensive(which it is, but not for the reasons they think).

As these pispoor interpreters of their favorite philosopher Jesus have somehow found in the texts of an incredibly vague testament to love and harsh doctrine of intolerance for issues never discussed by their deity. Where did Jesus say to tell your neighbors how to live, or how to speak or what to wear? He didn't he was too busy feeding the poor, which by the way I never see these mutherfuckers doing. Or being friends with a prostitute, again they do that a little more than feed the poor, but they aren't honest about it. Somehow they turned the first socialist(jesus) into a neo-con with zero tolerance who preached stuffy white upper class ideals which 99% of these hypocritical MOFo's don't follow themselves. Damn these bitches(and by bitches I mean SOB's as well) need to clean up there own backyard and stop yellin at others over their fences.

Hmm, ok. Done. Just breathe, just believe.
Spokane gig sucked. I did well, but I had some flew or something and it made my head all stuffy and I couldn't hit on any of the hot girls, and they had such bad sound on the sides half the crowd couldn't hear me. The accommodations just bit, so I got my own hotel, that sucks, and that shouldn't be allowed. I shouldn't have to share a room with some freak after driving 200 miles to a gig for shitty money! Thats just respect! Would you make a trucker share a room? Or a salesman or any job? No. Why is what i do completely inconsequential? There were over two hundred people at that show laughing having a great time. They spent a ton on drinks, a ton. They were there for comedy. But you can't get a fuckin hotel room for they acts?

This has got me somewhat depressed. I keep doing better and better as a comic, and the gigs keep getting worse and worse? This has got to be the only profession in the world that that can happen in. Everyshow I finish people flock to me and tell me how funny I was, and relay their Joy which I am experienced and old enough to realize is real and not your typical after show placation. Yet, I cannot get any type of step forward in the perception of my abilities to bookers? I still get screwed around every corner.

What sucks about that is, when people tell me "you are such a natural, you need to stick with this cause you are gonna be famous." Which I know is so not true! I could kill every show, every day until the day I die and nobody would give a flying fuck! There are many reasons for this both industry based and crowd based, but it's kinda devastating that you could get forced out of performing not by your skill, which is fantastic but by the lack of ability to capitalize on it.
I have never been a better comic than I am today. And I would say that I can tear apart a room like few other people when doing a long set(40min +), yet I am completely unable to book work consistently and I'm not even getting rejected by bookers... they don't even talk to me in the first place! They won't watch your stuff in order to be turned off by it.
So I don't feel worthless I feel invisible.
Aaarghhhhhh! Why do I do it? It makes me poor, and depressed, and hopeless. But like last night, when I finished my set at The Well in Vancouver, I knew, they knew I killed. I owned them while I was up there, and it was intoxicating and thrilling. But what does it mean? There is simple no other reward for it than the feel. No money, no real respect. People want me to do it, they would probably pay me to continue, so what's getting in the way of that? What stands in the way of the general public paying me to make them laugh? -other peoples agendas? Greed? Politics? I don't have a fucking clue. It just hurts alot sometimes, to do something well, and for everyone to kinda know you do something well, but still have nothing to show for it.

Smiles. See you in Tacoma:)