Liner Notes

Comedy again tonight. I show. I'm waiting to get on. Peter is trying to figure out how to insert the camcorder battery into the slot. Shandera didn't give him a rundown beforehand, aparantly.
Peter used to be a key grip.
Anyway, Shandera and Bussey show, despite having told me they were commited to another function for the evening. Others are milling about from various circles of groups that I have managed to infect at some point or another.
Tonight I experienced a realm of comedy that I have never encountered before: following good acts.
Which I did. And I killed it, but with less finese than last time.
An older fellow named George (no surname) hits the stage before me. He is slim, bent, bearded, and has a balding swooped-back coif of some sort that ties into a pony tail.
And we're looking at each other with sideways glances. And we're whispering "Is that George Carlin?"
I never would have thought there was a professional impersonator living in Newfoundland.
His material was original, despite having a borrowed look.
Amazing, this guy. So funny while making it all seem so effortless to him. Has been in the business for 40 years. Has an angent. Manager.
I write my advertisements on kitchen prep lists and post them to bulletin boards. I make facefuck events.
He and I spoke for some time afterward, and he told me many many encouraging things that leave me wishing that I could simply shirk responability and hit the road for the next few years.
My mother has a blood pressure condition. There's medication. Color-coded pills. It's not a good idea.
He told me to 'stick with it', amongst other things. I gathered more tonight than I have since I started.
He told me he is attempting to organize a competition in Mt. Pearl. $1000 purse. I told him that if he solidified it, I was 'in'.
I have VISA payments that need attention.
It felt good.
And for once, there's a tape.
That can be played in North American cameras.