This weekend I featured at Magooby’s Joke House in Baltimore. Some of the highlights:
- “My Private 9/11” is now 20/20 for killing (most in New York, but also in Detroit and Baltimore)- I keep expecting it to offend some crowd, but it keeps working.
- Only 2/3 of the crowd knows what pulling “a Kobe” is, when referring to sexual proclivities.
- I got offered a spot this Saturday on a Baltimore radio station to discuss sports as President Obama (details forthcoming).
- I robbed four drug dealers.
But this trip could have been a massive failure if I had not built up tremendous mental strength in my 6 years doing comedy. Because on Friday a friend of mine for 16 years, in an effort to possibly get me some stage time asked me a devastating question shortly before my first show of the weekend. That question: “what’s your website so I can give the guy your info.”
This question has so many layers of disappointment in it. The first being – here’s a hint – it’s my name, it’s on the bottom of my e-mails, on my myspace and facebook pages. But beyond the “are you kidding me Derek?” Zoolander aspect of the question, there is a deeper, more troubling aspect to it. That is the, if I am not marginally relevant to any of my friends, how can I expect to have any relevance to an actual comedy fan, question. Because this scenario means that my friend either never visits my website or that my website is so banal to my friend that googling me to tell his friend my website is not worth his time or the time of his pentium processor.
I guess in comedy it’s sort of like Michael Corleone said. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Because at least your enemies know your website.