Planning a weekend away from home when you have kids is like having a meeting at work. There are calendars, clipboards, minutes, outlines, supply lists, contact numbers... it's a little daunting. But we did that and got squared away. I'm out Thursday till Monday morning, doing shows with Alysia Wood and then a trip up to Grand Rapids to visit friends and contacts.
The creeping crud is receding, slowly and unwillingly. I should be good by the shows. I didn't win that contest Thursday, for a number of reasons, mainly because I didn't have the best set. But I enjoyed seeing my friend Cathi, having some Guinness and working on an older bit that's undergone some renovation.
99% of the world will find 99% of this blog boring as shit. A lot of drudge work goes into looking like I just woke up and decided to do a gig.
My calendar right now looks ridiculous to me. Three months of intense activity kick off this week, including some opportunities I am very grateful for, but as of right now it all drops off like a rock in December. I hope to change that sooner than later, but I keep looking at empty December and its unscribbled squares, and not all the good stuff before that.
The air's cold at night, the days are getting shorter. Comedy's about to be in season like it was made out of pumpkin spice.
I did a guest set Saturday at my home club. The headliner had to bring his kids on the road with him. They cavorted around the green room, clearly in love with the attention and relaxed rules. My wife came to see the late show, which was marred by a couple depressingly rude drunks up front, and just shook her head at the thought of someone choosing to do this as a job.
You can't leave home. Sometimes it comes with you, stuck to your shoe, and other times you put in serious labor to keep all the plates spinning so you can run off for a few days. I suppose someday I won't be able to leave at all, physically or metaphorically. Nothing lasts forever. But for now I have the support, my arms and legs and larynx work, and I've got a Thermos and a notebook, so I'm heading out. Hope I see you out there.
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