Are you on Team Comedy, or Team Booze?

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badEvery night they play, like the Generals and the Globetrotters. It’s a game to see who can get the most laughs. In some tragic rooms like Suki’s, booze is the usual winner, and that’s to be expected. But sometimes, less often, Comedy and Booze square off in a nicely-decorated club with good service like Helium. And it’s there that you really see how the game is played.

You want your audience to have alcohol available. They need to be “loosened up.” You don’t put your best act up right at the beginning of the night because the crowds need time to “settle in,” which is code for “two drink minimum.”

Suspiciously, many clubs do not have a drink “maximum,” and occasionally Team Booze recruits from its drunkest ranks a lone heckler. Comedy clubs and dive bars alike look at one number alone when judging the success of a show: the total sales figures for that night. When one attends a free open mic at a nice club with a two-drink minimum, one is paying $5 to see a show, (two coffees / sodas at Helium). When one attends an open-mic at a poorly-attended bar, the sales at the bar of food and drink will be crucial in keeping that room viable.

You want your comedians to have alcohol available. People get nervous, and have a drink to relax. Comedians need to feel like they understand and relate to their audience, many of whom are on Team Booze.

But you do not want your comedians to be drunk. Team Booze is paying, in food or drink or ticket sales, and wants to see a show. They are the ones who want to enjoy themselves and have a night out during which they they laugh uncontrollably from half-drunkenness and half-your-hilarity. Team Comedy are supposed to entertain and impress the audience, and drinking on-stage or excessively before a set is a sure-fire sign of complete disrespect for that dynamic. Team Comedy is supposed to entertain Team Booze. If Team Booze is entertaining itself, Team Comedy should just go home. Not many people would pay to see a show, or drink at a show, with the word “Booze” replacing “Comedy” in the event title.

Comedy as a whole can be a highly-incestuous institution wherein a small number of people can achieve among one-another a sort of fame and prestige. It is not comedy, it is not fashionable, it is not stylish or unique or cute, to make your consumption of alcohol interfere with your stage-time. From this point forward, Dressed, Funny will advocate for the removal of the insidious spies of Team Booze from Team Comedy, for the sake of making Portland Comedy shows look and go their best.

Closer-than-normal friendships and comedic camaraderie creates an unrealistic vision of a normal person’s lifestyle. Dive bars become acceptable places to stay for more than a quick buzz and visit more often than during a divorce / after a funeral. Drunk regular customers become fast friends. Nervous new comedians try to buy their local idols a shot or a beer. You want to tip the staff, but you’re nervous about the overpriced / crappy food. You’re young and you like to party, so why not?

Every six months or so in Portland comedy, a new person becomes “the drunk.” It’s usually a man, usually single, usually middle-aged. But that does not remove any of the very young women with boyfriends from my line of reasoning who might be guilty of just as much conspicuous on-stage or off-stage consumption. Booze is easy to become addicted to in a town where brewers and strip-clubs are our cause celebre. Oregon consumes 10 times the booze of any state: a prime area for Team Comedy to compete with Team Booze, but also fertile grounds for some epic beat-downs of Team Comedy. Team Booze is strong here, and I’m convinced if you can play for Team Comedy in a rowdy Portland (or god forbid Gresham) room you can play anywhere, because we’ve got some Class-A drunks in our state.

Portland is a debaucherous road-gig to anyone from a respectable city. How many visiting comedians remark immediately on our strip club / beer culture?

Comedy and alcohol are like the North and the South, engaged in inter-generational warfare to dominate the late nights of Americans. Picture all the old vaudeville shows in smoky rooms. Why were those people smoking? Because they were drunk. Today’s vaudeville doesn’t happen in smoky rooms because we’ve changed the laws. But I’ll bet you’re still allowed to drink in many of the venues from that era that are still running. Comedians love playing the game as much as Team Booze loves watching them play. Teem Booze is just supposed to sit and pay attention and laugh. Team Comedy is supposed to dazzle.

Drinking while you perform comedy, on stage or off, is unprofessional. Many professional comedians drink before a show, and a few even have you believing they’re drinking during their act, like Ron White. But know this: I spoke with my grandmother about booze, because I’m quitting drinking and I wanted to tell her about it because she’s always wanted me to stop drinking and been vocal about it (proving she’s a better friend than anyone on Team Booze). And she knows I perform comedy, and she brought Ron White up specifically to tell me how sad and uncomfortable it makes her when he slurs his words and looks like he might stumble off stage. So take it from my grandma: you’re better off without it in her eyes. My grandma also made mention of a certain local comedian she had recently seen on Conan O’Brien. She doesn’t much care for Conan, but Ron Funches reminded her of Andy, the large, cool-voiced black man who lived across the street from her for many years. She loved Ron Funches. And he certainly wasn’t holding a fucking beer can, shot glass, rocks glass or pint.

Comedy venues and particularly theaters should consider encouraging a healthier lifestyle among comedians. Audiences should always be free to drink up and pay dearly. Making soda or juice or coffee available to comics who drink no alcohol for free or reduced prices is a nice way to support healthy living. Comedy venues should consider finding ways to support their businesses without alcohol revenues: diversify your streams-of-income so that your business is less susceptible to a changes in demand. Most comedy clubs offer a beer or a small appetizer or food item for around the same price: why not sell snacks that are even cheaper and make the profits up in volume? Why not make special non-alcoholic cocktails?

Industry should consider a moratorium on paying performers who disrespect comedy enough to sabotage it. Bookers / agents / managers / promoters / hosts should pay close attention to who uses the microphone most professionally, and whether or not the talent is acting like just another audience member.

goodComedians need to pick a side and fight for it. Are you in the audience, or on the stage? It is beneath the caliber of self-professed entertainers to ruin shows, as during Team Booze’s occasional sabotage of Team Comedy, when the Generals beat the Globetrotters. Shame the on-stage drunks among us. Figure out if you like getting drunk, or you like telling jokes and hearing other people’s jokes and supporting comedians with laughter because you get the joke, not because you’re drunk and it’s funny. Maybe you like both joke-appreciation and drinking excessively. Good for you. Can you separate them? Tell your comic friends when they’ve had too many and need to sober up, or if their drink was a distraction on stage (HINT: it always is). Style is about recognizing how others perceive you and making conscious choices to manipulate that perception. Show some respect for yourself, or at least for the other performers who may need to dig out of the hole your drunk ass leaves them, and for the venue trying to convince the audience you’re worth paying money to see, and for the industry folks trying to use you to make money, not because of how well you handle liquor but because of how well you handle hecklers and a microphone.

Just think about it, comics.

The Windsor Knot

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For forty years, I half-assed it when it came to tying my ties. I relied on the Four-in-Hand knot because it’s an easy knot to tie, it’s the knot my father taught me, and I just didn’t really spend much time thinking about the knot in my tie. I had to wear a suit at a photo shoot a few years ago for one of the sketch shows at Curious Comedy Theater. I was unhappy with my suit, tired of my hair style, lamenting the 10 year old goatee, and sulking about having to record a snapshot of all that misery. In a flash, I decided that I could hang all of my hopes and vanity on my neck tie, specifically, an awesome knot in my tie. I went to the bathroom, whipped out my phone and did a search for videos on The Windsor. I knew it was out there, as I had seen it on others and quietly admired it from afar, thinking it wasn’t for me. I searched and found a video, THIS VIDEO. It got me through that photo shoot.

Later, I’d learn that we were going for suits and ties for the entire run of that Curious sketch show. I sported The Windsor for the run of the show, and have been tying it ever since. I love this knot.

What makes the Windsor THE knot for performers wanting to sport a tie?

  • It’s a knot that’s wide, symmetrical and triangular that allows the design of the tie be prominently displayed in the knot.
  • It’s a knot that can conceal small contraband items.
  • It’s a knot that says,”Yes, maybe I did spend $115 on this tie.”
  • It’s a knot that says, “I know what the fuck I’m doing.”
  • It’s a knot that says, “I know what the fuck I’m doing with this tie, with this set, with this microphone and with these jokes.”
  • It’s a knot for the gentlemen and the ladies.

Now, I understand if your comedy work requires you to appear as if you live in a truck stop or at the skate park or never leave your dorm unless it’s to do an open mic or score some weed. I’m not disparaging that in any way. I’m jut saying that if you’re going to step on stage sporting a tie, don’t half ass it. That said, there are a few times when you do not want to sport The Windsor. Here are a few guidelines.

  • If your tie is made of silk, go for The Windsor. If it’s another fabric, go for the Half Windsor or Four-in-Hand knot. If it’s a knit tie, please return it to 1983.
  • If your head is the size of a melon, consider The Windsor. Your top-heavy bobble head simply vanishes when balanced with The Windsor. If you’re a pin head, go for a smaller knot.
  • If you have (non-ironic) facial hair, consider The Windsor. It can help balance your homage to Dan Haggerty. If your facial hair is appropriate for a barber shop quartet or vintage bicycle race, go for a bow tie.

In Memorium

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Ron in the Fallen HoodieThe Portland Comedy Community has suffered a severe loss, as Ron Funches’ Superman hoodie has fallen. The cause of death is a manlfunctioning zipper. A moment of silence for the hoodie. Donations can be sent in Ron’s name to his wife.

Comedy Softball: Spanker High B.C. Victorious In First Portland Comedy Softball Matchup

Spanker High B.C., led by a stunning performance by Christian Ricketts, made a mockery of Phil’s Pants at the First Portland Comedy Softballs Invitational, winning 30-13 in 5 innings. Founder Taylor Blare made a big show pitching for Phil’s Pants, but her skills were not enough to save Phil’s Pants from early defensive weaknesses.
The softball game was initially a 4 on 4 pickup game. The captains were Shawn “The Clap” Fleek and Phil “The Pants” Schallberger. Fleek won the toss, and picked Christian Ricketts, Iris Jean Gorman and Christen Manville. Pants picked Noah Kort (who came as a unit with his dog, The Lorax), Taylor Blare and Katie Brien.
The first inning was a pathetic display of incompetence on almost every player’s part. Nobody could hit, nobody could field. The exceptions were the above-average batting of Ricketts and the excellent fielding of Gorman and Kort. Spanker High B.C. would get a runner or two on base and then Ricketts would knock one deep into left field, earning Spanker High, B.C. an early and unstoppable lead.
A short break halfway through the painfully-long second inning featured Hebrew National hot-dogs and cold soda and water for all.
The Lorax nearly lost a leg when The Clap hit a grounder directly toward the furry shortstop. Spanker High B.C. led the game at the end of every inning. Gorman made an impressive catch from second base to end the 3rd inning.
The fourth inning saw Jessie McCoy join Spanker High, and Grace Sadie join Phil’s Pants. The defense benefited substantially from the extra players, and scoring was less prevalent in the 4th and 5th innings. At the end of the fifth, Ricketts pitched to Brien, caught a pop fly and ended the game, earning himself the title VIP for excellent offense and defense.
The softball game began after a Home Run Derby, where Ricketts and Schallberger both had two fly balls over second base (a qualifying home run). Blare and Fleek had a single Home Run each.

(Spanker High, B.C. – McCoy, Manville, Gorman, Fleek, Ricketts)

(Phil’s Pants – The Lorax w/ Kort, Brien, Schallberger, Blare)

Don Frost: “I’m My Girlfriend’s Dolly”

Don Frost doesn’t dress himself. He let’s (accepts) his girlfriend (wife) dressing him. Don’s got an “everyman” thing going: do not confuse him for just any man. He ends his set on stage with “Nobody’s got any balls,” and walks off angry… Or is it something else? He’s disgusted you aren’t willing to take chances. This is something all comics should learn to appreciate. You sometimes need to have enough balls to let a woman handle your outfits.