What festival celebrates by making art objective? Comedy festivals! Your life's work gets an 8. Moving on to the next round...
James Huessy had a damaged, boyish smile on his face. He just had gotten eliminated from the first round of the Boston Comedy Festival (BCF). He did win the new comic on the scene slot, an unofficial dubbing, which was occupied by Jamie Loftus last year. He still flashed his performer badge with pride. He was talking with a bittersweet sense of himself. This is when his Vermont personality revealed itself. He started talking doing damage. Self harm.
"Dominoes"
He wanted to heal the wounds with the pepperoine grease that he and his fellow Vermonters have made their lives rife with strife for over the years. I could not find him a bowl to smoke so I left him to his own decisions.
The only night I the organizers needed me to volunteer for was the night of the finals at the Somerville Theatre. People clamored in and made the seats groan, some more than others. No comics made the audience groan, however, though if I had seen one of the co-winners perform that night I do not know if the former statement would hold true. Texas minority hack with mainstream premises - he impressed Liam, though, and he is a smart guy. "He's clever" Liam said out of the side of his mouth as he always does, head askew. I wanted to see my buddy Ryan Donahue perform but I had to do some clean up at the Davis Square Theater a block away, before Ted Alexandro took stage. Pretty ladies were there, quite a few. Most, I think, were married or with somebody so that explains the low risk flirting on their behalf.
Al Park won it. He's pretty broad.
