This weekend I recorded the final show for my new album Keep My Enemies Closer and this recording was a home run. I will use this set as the base for the new album and add a couple of the tracks from the Triad Theater recording for what will be about 76 minutes of comedy (mega album!). I have rarely been happier than I was with Saturday’s show. I am now working on album artwork and editing the album together. I expect a late September or first week of October release date.
The night of the show was great. A few friends, a few comedians and a few strangers came to watch (fortunately the small venue was nearly full so it sounded great). Of course it was still bitter sweet that the best thing I have ever done in comedy, and the culmination of my best work over ten years in and in my hometown could not draw a bigger crowd, but this is an ugly reality of a career in stand up comedy. There is a point in your career where you don’t yet have industry heat to draw more strangers or people pretending to be your friend, but your real friends have long since become disinterested in the novelty of their friend doing comedy and are more interested in their varied pursuits ranging from their new children to their fantasy football leagues. But I am hoping that that will all be irrelevant in a few months. I feel confident that this album will rank among the very best comedy albums of 2013 and my only hope is to get it listened to by as many people and comedy insiders so it gets the exposure it deserves.
But this is way too much positivity. What would a major event in my comedy career be without some ridiculously disappointing stories?! Here you go:
A few days before the recording I ran into a good friend from college on the street. We started talking and I ended up briefly sharing two of the big bits off of Keep My Enemies Closer and he laughed hysterically. He then told me he had to make it to the recording. Side note – is this where stand up is going? Now you don’t just have to win over new fans – you have to audition for your own friends to attend shows? Well the night of the show, this friend texted me two hours before show time, “Are you in Hunter City yet?” Now I think he meant Long Island City, the location of the venue I was performing at, but as a rule of thumb – if your friend gets the city of your show wrong in a text two hours before show time… they are not coming to the show.
And the next day, the same friend who in the first recording night invited me to watch the Knicks’ game during my recording (even though he said he might attend my album recording) texted me Saturday wishing me luck on my recording… 17 hours after it had occurred. Along this trajectory, I assume his next text will be “fu*k you” unless he is just that tone deaf to social norms.
These stories prove that there’s no such thing as a perfect night in comedy… but this was pretty close.