Back in Y'azz w/ the Resurrection

I started writing a comedy screenplay two years ago and fleshed out to the middle of the plot with about fifteen pages, so, naturally, it seems more like the screenplay got overstretched than fleshed. It felt too cliche in terms of plot devices and too risky to sell as a first time screenplay. However, now in retrospect and a facebook photo of the subject matter it really seems like it could make for an enjoyable movie experience. This baby gots all the makings! If you, dear reader, ever see me or have contact to me online (besides this comment section) then bug me bouts it! TY - staleface

The Gas! Gets Gassy! Maconemayerchiampapeeps

Steve Macone, man; this writer could go on for days and days about the fellow of humour. So much to write about. However the scene must get set for what could take hours regaling. The host of youth infested Allston's The Gas!, Boston comedy producer/comedian Rob Crean, kicked the show into gear with his intense pleasantness. His pleasantness turned to outrage as he went into his Boston favorite tea jokes. Found it nice to know that Rob's irritation about tea tax comes from this writer's place of employment, the Boston Common Coffee Company, which charges two dollars and an irrational three pennies extra for tea; sure to call any soul of New England to rise up in arms... or mic!  Rob-Rob got the crowd warm then the crowd burst w/ laughter when an out of place "Randy Newman" from the crowd answered Rob's quasi rhetorical question. Rob brought up charming Maria Chiampa, whose material roughly revolving around murder murdered. Her set went the full range of temp from chilly (asking, in her hostess-of-Sunday-Stand--up-at Cambridge's-ImprovBoston-show-tone, the cool kids in the back to come up only to bullshit responses) to very hot when she gave her absent, recently jailed :( sister a reality check by letting her know jail comes sparse with niceties one finds in a spa. A spa. Rob came on again and turned Randy Newman to a continuing reference. Andrew Mayer, with both adorable jokes that come sometimes with a dark tinge and seemingly contrasting tactile analyses, did very well as one could here the crowd repeat his punchlines often. Mayer made his way steadily through his set with experience and confidence to near the end where my favorite joke of the night suggested dinosaurs that discover their own fossils (presented as a web based fact by the comic) they would have an all too human reaction. The joke has a good take on human society or lack thereof through dino-relig. Ms. Kate Ghiloni came up next. She only allocated thee minutes of crowd work to herself for the set. Most of that time got eaten by a superstar wife that somehow got the show's attention by shouting she married the wrong person. Her husband who attended seemed flattered. Kate got herself out of the quicksand of drunken feelings by mentioning she started getting drunk again due to her feelings. She did her material on fantasy football which charmed the dudes. She does have above average sports knowledge, like her rag on the Bengals and how their real motivation comes from irresponsibility off-field. Sean Wilkinson, not a Bengal or father of ten, got the crowd as hot as Mayer did with material about his aesthetically unpleasing masturbation techniques and how his sex life could do plague like harm. Sounds funnier live, so go fuckin' see it! Go see Steve, too. He good.  

Ethan Marsh at The Gas! (Fa Real)

The Gas! at Great Scott sits on the corner of Harvard and Commonwealth Ave; the perfect place for a particular wayward individual to bum tobacco and beer money off of students and show his cock ring to young people. Luckily enough this has no indication of Ethan Marsh's show that took place inside! The show started off with a couple of Texan comics that mixed things up. The big bearded, thick glasses wearing Texan with a high, moderately effeminate voice used it to give his festival ready presence unto the biggest non-national headliner crowd this writer has seen in his fourth or fifth visit to the show. The crowd-pleasing Celtics shirt wearing follow-up comic looked like Mac from Sunny and had some hit-or-miss anti-jokes regarding racism and also some non-sequitor impressions. The Texan made a joke comics desire to make when he connected the forgotten mainstream event (popular at the time) to the present (where mentioning it exposes the desertion mainstream fans give their genre after the hit has gotten made). The joke connected Linkin Park and Jay-Z's collaboration to the present time. His set brought up local comics Ryan Douglass and Justin P. Drew, who did their routines to a nice reception. The show also featured a well-adjusted comic from that state NY who had a fluid set which happened to course in and out of a drunk heckler chick with a nice body. The guy nailed her pretty hard at the beginning, but lost a point when he compared her to Brittany Spears. The heckler successfully took made herself the center of attention when the host, Rob Crean, came on (as he politely catered to her). However, she treated this writer politely and even had a good point when she heckled a Domican comic for saying he "does not like being around drunk people". So, right on, Brittany, and yes, that comic did say he does not like being around drunks in a bar at a comedy show. The show did not feature any female comics so perhaps Brittany used her buzz to improperly represent her gender. She later got finished by the comic formally known as "The Shoe". Shane McHugh poetically summed it up when he bluntly mandated, "Nobody fuck this chick tonight." The laughed with agreement. Shane allowed the crowd into his life when he shared he does not have the sense of smell. He continued on with a solid performance that deprecated his position. Mixed in between the whole lead-up group of comics, a character from the Granite State (NH) had some things to say... about the no-good town of Allston, the necessity of wearing Big Dogs shirts, and an inevitable collapse into misery. The character came to life via Ethan Marsh - the man of the hour who celebrated his birthday in style with an encompassing set. It started with fresh energy of, as far as this BoCom scene regular knows, fresh material presented professionally. He hit several notes ranging from his like of super-dive bars, a personal fav Sleepy Time Tea, and using his suspicions as a hobby. The hobby served as a theme for the night. Make seeing stand-up comedy a hobby and see Ethan Marsh!

Short but sweeeet

If President Obama does in fact legalize marijuana before elections as rumors have speculated, one would think that the next time a Republican attained presidency they would pull that ish down. However, once the red dudes see how much cash Mary Jane will pull in, they will fuckin dance around in hemp underwear listening to Phish.
President Obama's inner Hawaiian will try to win over DEAFEDFDA Appropriateness Obama. Every sane person wants Barry's lil' Hawaiian to win! Sign Amendment 4200000000000A!

Duncan Trussell and Neil Hamburger @ The Gas!

Fourteen dollars for a comedy show proved worthy of erry penny especially because Neil Hamburger and Duncan Trussell kicked it w/ the lay people before and after the show and displayed their extraordinary nice personalities and down-to-earth attitudes by doing so (along with putting on a double double thumbs-up show). Evidence of t comes from this writer's testimony. The national touring comics chatted away with this stale, low-level comedian about piracy, standard pay for comedians (as in existent pay), and a totally gnar "vegan" chick that nonchalantly dictates a vegan dinner party then strolls along the street munchin' pepperoni pizza.
As an amateur comic, this writer got inspired by watching this video - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQ6eMG-dfas. Duncan Trussell, as it says on the Tube, made the video. This writer had the idea to tell the fuggin former manager of the world famous Comedy Store, host of personal favorite podcast The Duncan Trussell Family Hour (see link below), and general top-shelf, top-qual comedian that the booker had offered him to see a free concert in New York, but he would have to pay for travel and lodging, instead of payment! The nice guy liked the prospect of the free show in NYC as he congenially engaged in the idea, but midway through the pranking, when the part about him having to pay for travel and a hotel, the air of the conversation sank to around this writer fucking has the mental functioning of crazy street trash. So after the last part of the prank got pulled, saying he would get this very raw deal this blogger admitted to playing of Hitler Gets Invited to South by Southwest to a joyful appreciation and relief. He exclaimed, "I was thinking, 'What is this lunacy?'" They soon had to prepare for the show, although if this writer recalls correctly, Duncan came from doing something outside and rushed the stage.
The comics put on a intellectually stimulating show that hit multiple levels of engagement such as misery fueled retail worker pessimism, seemingly effortless, beautifully rich metaphors of metaphysical nature, and the art (or severe lack of) the joke, the latter unspoken but thematically identified. The rowdy crowd seemed intelligent, reverent (yes, rowdy and reverent - 'tis Allston), and open to controversial topics. Members of the crowd, too, can consider themselves lucky fucks b/c they politely interacted w/ the opener and headliner as well, but Duncan only offered one dude that night, this dude, a mfing Allagash. Check out the comedy producer, Rob Crean's site, http://www.facebook.com/andersoncomedy! Check out the comics', now on tour, sites at www.americasfunnyman.com/   and   http://duncantrussell.com/! Buy they merch! Neil conversed for every 90 albums he sells, 1000 get pirated. 1/10? Uno ratio-o muy malo. He probably could eat many more hamburgers if he had a higher yield for his work, right? On that lovely note, staleaponia awaaaaaaaaaay!

Dale Earnhardt Bullshit Bullshit

It's a corporate world and Dale Earnfardt (fuck yeah) Jr. Jr. knows it. The Detroit rock band entitled their debut album It's a Corporate World and the assumption by this writer came along the lines of an anti-corporate message (hurray!). One might understand the assumption since the message does come from a fucking rock group. However, these loathsome fucks accept its a corporate world by tooling themselves to sell out for a Taco Smell advertisement featuring the single "Morning Thought" (regretfully bought on iTunes by this writer). And what does the ad try to sell? Nacho filled burritos. Burritos. With nachos. In them. This writer offers to present new lines to "Morning Thought", "There were two, three, four - deals at your Taco Bell store; I was born just like - the 89 cent crunchy taco only at Taco Smell..."

Careful What You Say

1 faux-pas > 5 slip-ups. The f-p dropped at Grandma's Basement open mic in Boston tonight, and hopefully the one writing this blog gave the comic the hardest time about it. Hopefully what got inferred can speak on behalf of ignorance that got said (and only said b/c it got acknowledged prior to coming out vocally... in words... from a mouth). One can only say people from the ghetto do not have intelligence in an ignorant way. This got inferred, but what came out seemed more along the lines (and def w/ the tone) of an ignorant suburban blonde chick (anxiety). And fuck those 5 slip-ups!

This song got played on the iPod after the mic but should have got played beforehand.