Chronicling my meteoric rise as a standup comic, with Daedalus Howell

(wait, meteors don't rise, do they?)

My imposter syndrome is kicking in hard here, but the plain facts are that I do standup comedy and then occasionally I write or talk about my experiences on the radio. The secret to my success? Having a friend with a radio show. It’s all who you know. Okay, and I’m at least a little entertaining. Here was our first episode.

Where am I going with my comedy stuff, I can’t say. In some ways I feel like I’m at the tail end of my comedy career, close to sixty, not really drawing in the crowds. Getting a laugh here and there, but almost a washout.

Then I remind myself that I just stated doing this seven years ago, and have been doing it only very sporadically. I spared myself the decades of bullshit, long drives for terrible gigs, the drugs, the disappointment. I cut right past all that and now am just having fun with it. Except when I’m not, but mostly I am.

And on a good day I can still imagine that this is the start of my meteoric rise, although as previously noted, one thing meteors are not known for is rising. Who came up with that phrase? Perhaps the same guy who came up with “I could care less.”

That’s a little bit I’m kicking around, maybe I’ll work that in.

I just did another interview with Daedalus, always great talking with him. Listen to his podcast, it’s fantastic.

My next performance is tomorrow, Sept 3 at the Barrel Proof in lovely downtown Santa Rosa.

Here’s a bonus: I did a story-slam at The Moth. This was years in the making.