Geoff goes to a poetry reading
Posted: May 30th, 2005, 9:54 am
He did not seem like all that funny of a guy to me; sitting there with his stupid glasses and his fat boy Salt & Pepper hat. But he said he was a comedian, and the nerdy looking guy up on the stage ranting on and one about mistreatment of women in Arab countries was hurting my ears if I listened completely, so I tried to talk to him. I said:
“Say something funny!” I was drunk and did not think it would get under his skin, I just forgot that comics hate to be asked to say something funny.
“When I am up I will.” He said. I guess Comic’s do not have to be funny all the time, or even have a sense of humor while they are not on stage, twas true in this case.
“Are there ever good poets that come here?” I asked the guy next to me. He had cracked a smile that turned into a laugh.
“No. Not really, well, you know they are learning.” I shook my head yes to this.
It was time for comedy boy. He sat up on a stool that he should not have sat (do to his extreme fatness) on and read out of a book. The only part I heard was him making fun of the movie “Dances with wolves” apparently he had been working his routine since the early 90’s or whenever that and I must admit, horrible fucking movie came out.
“That guy up there?” I turned to the guy next to me. “Does anyone find him funny?”
“I chuckle from time to time.”
“Look at that! Is that Paul Martin smashed at the bar?” I asked the bartender.
“No, that’s my boss, but he is smashed.” The Bartender said with a smile. I tried to get the comedian’s attention to show him the funny picture. I thought a comedian would appreciate something like that, but no.
I got up and read a poem (some wierd poem with alot of the F word and S word.) and played a made up song that I made up on the spot. I was drunk as hell and when I stopped everyone clapped, and then just to piss them all off I played another made up song in a Bob Dylan and/or Tom Waits voice. Then they were all extremely scared of me. That poetry reading-Open Mic was just not my scene.
“Say something funny!” I was drunk and did not think it would get under his skin, I just forgot that comics hate to be asked to say something funny.
“When I am up I will.” He said. I guess Comic’s do not have to be funny all the time, or even have a sense of humor while they are not on stage, twas true in this case.
“Are there ever good poets that come here?” I asked the guy next to me. He had cracked a smile that turned into a laugh.
“No. Not really, well, you know they are learning.” I shook my head yes to this.
It was time for comedy boy. He sat up on a stool that he should not have sat (do to his extreme fatness) on and read out of a book. The only part I heard was him making fun of the movie “Dances with wolves” apparently he had been working his routine since the early 90’s or whenever that and I must admit, horrible fucking movie came out.
“That guy up there?” I turned to the guy next to me. “Does anyone find him funny?”
“I chuckle from time to time.”
“Look at that! Is that Paul Martin smashed at the bar?” I asked the bartender.
“No, that’s my boss, but he is smashed.” The Bartender said with a smile. I tried to get the comedian’s attention to show him the funny picture. I thought a comedian would appreciate something like that, but no.
I got up and read a poem (some wierd poem with alot of the F word and S word.) and played a made up song that I made up on the spot. I was drunk as hell and when I stopped everyone clapped, and then just to piss them all off I played another made up song in a Bob Dylan and/or Tom Waits voice. Then they were all extremely scared of me. That poetry reading-Open Mic was just not my scene.