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I did a show recently at the Black Comedy Explosion in Randolph, MA. About a half-hour south of Boston, Randolph is the last place you’d expect to see such a show. I fully expect that there were 200 white people at a comedy show in the middle of Boston whispering to each other how they can’t believe that there were no function halls available in Randolph and that they hoped their cars were safe. There are 2 rooms in the VFW where the show took place. There’s the large room where the show was, and there’s a separate bar, with a kitchen in between the 2 rooms. The other bar had about 6 people with 4 at the bar drinking whiskey and watching Ron White and the 7 Midgets. The other 2 were drunken line dancing to a Randy Travis jingle. The room where the show was had about 191 black people, 6 Latinos, and 4 skanky white girls all whored out in an all out effort to find their next baby’s daddy. Walking from one room to the other was like walking through some sort of ethnic bizarro-world black hole. If you smooshed both rooms together you’d wind up with the black cowboy judge from Nashville Star.
Before the show they ask you what song you’d like the DJ to play on your way to the stage. I wasn’t at all prepared for all this. I asked if they could play Cindi Lauper’s She Bop, and not the radio version. I wanted the b-side Wyclef remix with Kanye West rapping on it.
The pre-show def poetry jam poems and original music sung by a d-grade Jodeci wannabe brought the crowd to a dull mumble.
The comic before me lost control of the crowd and they started getting really loud and chatty. When the host, Jonathon Gates, came back up, he spent several minutes going at it with one particularly boisterous lady. She wouldn’t shut up, so he sent over a very large man to kick her out. She still wouldn’t leave, so he agreed to speak with her when he left the stage, which coincidentally was going to be when I was on the stage. Perfect.
Apparently the DJ left his Cindi Lauper records at home, so I took the stage to some random cut that I certainly didn’t approve. I also wasn’t aware that I was supposed to signal to the DJ to cut the music, so it continued to play for a minute or so while I stood onstage twiddling with the microphone and looking pretty. He eventually cut the music and I went into my set.
I had a really strong set even with Jonathon chatting with the unruly woman in the crowd for half of my set. The crowd went crazy for my kung fu porno bit and looked a little confused at my Jew based material.
After the show I had an older woman spend 10 minutes holding my hand telling me what an amazing experience she had and that we made her think of her mother who died of cancer and used to smile all the time. That made me feel almost as good as having another crowd member tell the female comic that she was almost as funny as the white guy.
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