Wednesday
April 9th, 2014 – Columbia City, IN
I have said it often,
and I will continue to repeat it indefinitely whenever necessary – one of the
greatest benefits of being an entertainer in general is being able to cross
paths with quality people and kindred spirits I never would have met had I not
taken the plunge to pursue my life’s dreams.
There are
always leakers added to the mix, but they’re usually in management. I’d have to
say for the most part my peers have been unbelievably solid people that I am
proud to call more than just acquaintances. If they’re not friends – and most
are – they’re brothers and sisters in struggle.
My radio
experience is a perfect example. Every radio station I have ever worked for has
been a bittersweet experience. I’ve always gotten along fabulously with the
others on the air staff, and there isn’t a station I ever worked at that I
don’t still maintain contact with someone to this day.
Management
is a different story. I didn’t always clash with everyone, but at every station
there has been someone that rubbed me the wrong way at some point. There’s a
different mindset there so I guess I should expect it, but locking horns with
non creative imbeciles grows old in a hurry.
My standup
comedy experience has been similar. I know literally hundreds of other
comedians I have crossed paths with in my time, and other than a very scant few
I think very highly of them all. It takes a certain breed to last for any
length of time in this circus of a business and I have the utmost respect for
all that manage to hang in there. There’s a high level of guts required to do
it.
I have
crossed paths with performers of all levels from coast to coast, and I don’t
think there is any halfway decent sized city in America I couldn’t find a couch
to sleep on if I needed it within an hour of town if I were passing through. As
a rule, comedians help each other often because we know how difficult it all is
to survive in this game. There’s a lot more to it than just telling jokes.
There is a spirit
of adventure that a true comedian has burning brightly inside, and it’s
typically fueled by a need to be on stage. It’s nothing short of a drug, and I
admit I was addicted for years. We all are, and that’s what keeps us plowing
through the insane conditions we often have to face on a daily basis. Migrant
workers often have better working conditions than us, but we still do it.
I’m finding
myself as I get older really growing tired of the insanity and the grind. Those
long drives are getting less and less desirable, and my disdain for the
destructive debauchery of many of the bookers is at an all time high. Never
all, but far too many are just blood sucking parasites.
Too few
realize that we are out in the trenches humping it just to survive every single
week of every single year, and every $50 really helps keep it all together.
It’s another tank of gas – barely if at all these days – or another bill that
gets paid. Our very existence can depend on their whims.
That’s why
it can be so maddening to deal with the pettiness and unprofessionalism that
often goes along with being an entertainer. Only those that do it for a living
truly get how complicated it really is - and that’s one of the main reasons I
write about it. Someone needs to bring it to light.
Tonight I
had a booking in Columbia City, IN at a place called “The Vault”. It was booked
by a comedian named Troy Davis out of Indianapolis who I’ve known for years. He
has a daughter named CoLee that is starting out in comedy, and she was the one
that asked me to do the show.
CoLee is a
dented can, and I couldn’t say no even though by the time I drove all the way
there and back I barely broke even at best. I know Troy is a good guy and CoLee
said she’d love it if I could make it. I know what it’s like to start out, and
this was a big deal to her. I had to show up.
Another reason
I came was to meet up in person with a comedian I first worked with years ago named
Kevin Barber aka “Squishy Man”. Squish is one of those kindred spirit types I
mentioned, and I think the world and then some of the guy. Few if any put in
more solid effort, and there are two words that can sum him up – intelligence and
passion. He’s absolutely LOADED with both.
Unfortunately, we both share the same trait of having a big mouth and
saying what we think to people that we really shouldn’t. Squishy has had some
of his own run ins with some of the same people I have, and I totally get where
he’s coming from. He can be a little too real for the masses and I know from experience
that can be certain death. It’s like we were cut from the same cloth.
Squishy has
an even more dramatic story than I do, and not many can say that. He’s
originally from Topeka, KS and he’s multiracial. His father is black and his
mother is not only white – she was from a family that were members of the Ku
Klux Klan. His mother married a black man out of spite, and had a large family
of which Squishy is the youngest. How’s that for a dented can?
On top of
that, Squishy dropped out of high school and became an alcoholic and a crack
addict. Then, he got his G.E.D. and went on to become a licensed
psychotherapist. WOW! His life story makes mine look tame, and that’s why I
have a mountain of respect for him. He’s a unique man.
Unfortunately, that’s not always good for the comedy business. Many
times on the way up the ladder, bookers are afraid to deal with anyone that
tends to rattle cages. Squishy tends to be more than just a guy that tells tame
jokes about bad hotels and chicken McNuggets. There’s some meat to his act, and
he has a lot he wants to say. Not many bookers can grasp that, or even care to
try.
As a
result…he often gets thrown into the ‘flaming kook’ or ‘hard to deal with’ pile
along with others like say…ME. I get what he’s going through, and that’s why I
wanted to make it a point to drive out and meet up with him in person. We
hadn’t crossed paths in a while, and I thought that I needed to show him the
respect he so deserves and if nothing else offer some heartfelt support.
His
girlfriend of two years Angie came with him, and I’m glad she did. She sent me
one of the sweetest emails I’ve ever received a few weeks ago telling me how
much she and Squishy think of my blog, and thanked me for having the guts to write
it. That kind of stuff goes beyond words.
Not only
that, Squishy went out of his way to bring me a device that accepts credit cards
so I’ll be able to sell more merchandise after shows. How thoughtful is that? I’m
telling you, this guy is a gem, and more people should know of him. I’m a big fan.
Find him at www.squishyman.com.
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