[What a weird article. It’s an autobiographical San Francisco fairytale, admonishing the city for its open mic scene (and mediocre pizza). The weirdness is that this article is nestled betwixt a feature of Whoopi Goldberg’s new webseries and announcement for Eugene Mirman’s eponymous festival. This seems more suited for Livejournal; its hyperbolic vitriol is akin to a Frank Miller character’s inner monologue.
The overall premise contains an ulterior motive, infatuation, tinging most of the tale with a monomythic failure. This is about a man raging and fighting for himself. Claire, the comedian of the writer’s fancy, has no say, no agency. Rude comics acted against her, the narrator acted for her, and, by the anecdote’s end, she’s been damseled, the prize of some dude.
Also, this brings up one of my newly-surfaced pet peeves: whiteknighting, especially in comedy scenes. Should women feel safe in their artistic pursuits? Yeah, of course. Should everyone in comedy make an effort to stand for their conviction against assholes. Absolutely. Still, it’s sometimes condescending to support another artist while ignoring your own privilege. It’s problematic to selectively console comrades in an attempt to be a “nice guy”. “Hang in there” makes it seem like you don’t think they will.
Perchance I’m looking too closely, too critically. Maybe comedy was a backdrop to a simple boy-meets-girl, but then I read this in the article’s conclusion:
Comedy isn’t a boys club; it’s the great equalizer of the arts. Comics aren’t the bullies, they’re the underdogs; we are the have-nots, the downtrodden, the harlequin philosophers; we think. Orientation, race or sex have nothing to do with talent or drive, and just respecting someone on a human level. Women are more than tits and perfume; sometimes they have things to say and stuff…
I didn’t get that sentiment at all from this piece. Confronting shitty comedians and patting oneself on the back for not cracking heads doesn’t feel like the solution to patriarchal bullshit, which often dims creativity’s bulb. It would have been interesting to hear why a group of Sacramento comedians came down to San Francisco in the first place; the sociocultural implications of a 80+ mile thirst for stage time. It would be interesting to hear how the author produces shows, how he champions divergent voices, styles and walks of life. It would be interesting to see a complimentary piece; what did Claire go to San Francisco for, what was she expecting, how does she feel when confronted by misogyny in comedy? Ultimately, I wonder how will things get better. With vigilantism or construction? With a match and gasoline or with a hammer and nails?]
If Mr. Oullette (Andrew) approached comedians at the mics other than the interactions forced upon him and his party he would have discovered that Tuesday mics might be a disappointment for visiting out-of-towners. Not that they’re BAD, but that your time might be better spent coming down on another day. He would have also found solidarity and camaraderie in a community that holds no fondness for the “Fat Fuck,” as he describes him.
In the article he’s angry at everyone for objectifying women, yet we never hear from Claire or any other woman. I don’t know anything about Claire as a person with a brain, just that she has “beautiful eyes,” and people want her to “show us… (her) tits!” Claire as a person is probably amazing. Claire as written is a 2d character in a 2d story that reads as poorly written
erotic fiction because nobody gets to “cum on tits.” Instead, it’s just a dude that’s angry. This article’s like a student film. There’s a guy in some weird, quirky community, and he’s white-knighting around for his fair maiden, except student films end with some dude putting a gun in his mouth (original…). I guess it’s never too late. If you want to read a story about a guy who’s angry at people who don’t understand why he’s angry, then this is for you. He says that women have something to say without giving any examples of what he values, and as I’ve been lumped in with the “misogynists” of San Francisco, I remain unconvinced. You can tell he’d never marginalize women because “they have things to say and stuff…”
I like you, but I feel like you’re not listening.
Shhhhhh…. if you’re listening, don’t say anything yet. ;)
New Shows, & Delayed Updates
R.I.P. Kollin’s MacBook
Aug. 2009 - Jan. 17th 2014
After a long battle with water damage, it finally died five days later at 12:25pm. It would have survived well past it’s 6th birthday had a supervisor not spilled an open bottle of water on it, & run away in fear of retribution rather than try to save the young machine.
In it’s time, it was party to many video editing projects, YouTube uploads, comedy poster creations, google+ broadcasts, countless inane social media posts, skype sessions, bit torrent downloads, video game playing, music listening, movie & tv watching, online banking & most recently, student loan payments.
How any of this is achievable without you seems impossible to me now. The only justice I can promise is that the ones responsible owe me back pay.
In all seriousness though, it’s incredible how much computers are used for, & how unachievable many things are without them (at least from a cost-prohibitive standpoint like audio & video editing). Expect podcast delays.
So that’s why you haven’t heard from me lately. The podcast will be late for an undisclosed amount of time as you can imagine…
Jan. 24th - Sports Basement @1590 Bryant St. 6:30pm. FREE show & beer!
Jan. 30th - Six Rivers Brewry @1300 Centersl Ave. McKinleyville, CA. 8pm
Feb. 3rd - Milk Bar @1840 Haight St. 8pm
See ya there!
On Saturday, January 4th, come join us at Dirty Trix Saloon to get a head start on breaking your New Year’s resolutions. The comedy is free, and the booze is about as close as you can get to free without being at your company’s holiday party. But unlike that party, you don’t have to worry about embarrassing yourself in front of people.
Glam Rock Is A T. Rex, Literally
This is an article I wrote about Glam Rock! Nework Awesome also has a bunch of music videos, some of which involved a few of the very personalities mentioned below! Link for the videos is after the article!
Tony Visconti found Glam Rock buried in the basement of the UFO Club in London when he saw Tyrannosaurus Rex play to a crowd of 200 hippies on instruments they found in the garbage. Obviously I’m not talking about the giant, prehistoric reptile! I mean the band founded by Marc Bolan, and Steve Took (which is not as well known as the giant lizard). It was Visconti’s assignment to go out, and find a new band for the record label to sign as part of his six-month visit to England from Brooklyn, NY. At the time, they were folk heavy on the sound, but after three records, they topped the charts in the UK. It was the 1970’s. The radical US political group, The Weathermen (later called the Weather Underground) HAD gone underground, the Summer of Love died in a biker rage at a Stone’s concert, and the British Invasion of the US Billboard Top 100 was showing little sign of stopping. You ready boys and girls, because we’re about to get it on like a gong. Glitter? Check. Hair? Check. Unbridled, raw, sexual rock lyrics? Double check.
Let’s talk about who comes to mind when we all think of Glam Rock: David Bowie…
Check out the rest of the article, and some of the videos at Network Awesome by clicking here.
I’m on the Friend Zone at Dirty Trix tomorrow night at 9pm. FREE. 408 Clement St. SF, CA.
Also on a show in Concord on January 8th, doing Juan Medina’s “The PM Show” at the Grotto on the 24th and I’ll be in Humboldt on the 30th! I’ll update the calendar soon.
A new episode of my podcast “Closet Talk” is coming in the next week (probably two). I think I know how to do what I want to do for it finally! As always, you should click here to follow me on twitter.
If anyone has extra pecan pie, you should bring it to my house tomorrow night. And yeah, I know there’s no such thing as “extra” pecan pie. I want you to know there’s also no such thing as “unconditional love.”