Tuesday June 24th, 2014 – Island Lake, IL
If I have learned nothing else from my life’s long twisted
journey, it’s that making one’s living exclusively as an entertainer for any
significant amount of time is nothing less than a big old, icy cold, rock hard,
unforgiving, unrelenting, cruel, nasty, fire breathing seven days a week BITCH.
Anyone that has lasted more than ten years has my undying respect, and
then there are the lifer types like me that have gone past any and all ‘normal’
boundaries, and find ourselves desperately hanging on for dear life from week
to week despite having sacrificed our lives to polish our craft.
My particular scope of view has been standup comedy, radio and
professional wrestling. I have friends in each of those areas that have been at
it for decades and are either struggling to hang on even a little bit longer or
feverishly looking for something else so they can continue to survive.
And I know there are other fields like actors, dancers, musicians,
magicians, film makers and a few more categories I’m sure I missed that are in
this same (sinking) boat. We’ve devoted our all to our crafts, but never “made
it big”. That term is so unfair, and it’s never about who is the best.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it until someone hears me – there are
all kinds of talented people at any given craft that are virtual unknowns, and
quite often those with minimal talent manage to claw and scratch their way to
the top by having razor sharp focus and wanting the spotlight more.
It takes almost a psychotic obsession to hit the big time in any
creative endeavor, or a once in a lifetime streak of amazing luck. Or both.
That’s rare enough, but now find a way to keep yourself around for more than a
few months or even a year. Trust me, it’s NOT easy and most people fail.
In the comedy field, I can easily name dozens of really solid acts that
just never found a way to get that break we all need. There are all kinds of
reasons for it, but that doesn’t mean they are not talented – and solid
citizens as well. Unfortunately, that doesn’t matter in this vicious death
race.
Names that pop into my mind off the bat include Dwight York, Don Reese,
Dwayne Kennedy, Larry Reeb, Tim Walkoe, Jimmy McHugh, Beth Donahue, James R.
Zingelman, Tim Northern, Danny Storts and Ron Ferguson. For every one of those
names there are a dozen more, and I will stop naming because I know I’m
excluding a friend that I like and respect. But you get the idea.
This all started when I got a phone call today from Rick D’Elia –
another highly respected road warrior I love onstage and off. What a classy
chap he is, and funny too. He is originally from the Boston area, but has been
living on the west coast for years. We met in 2003 at the San Francisco Comedy
Competition and have stayed in touch. He’s out there still slugging it out just
like me.
He’s driving across the country, and working a week in Oklahoma this
week to earn money to get himself home. He’s getting thrown out of his
apartment for subletting while he was out trying to make a living in the
crumbling comedy business, and he needs to find a place when he returns. I love
Rick like a brother, and could totally empathize with his situation. This is
why I have zero patience for cocky know-it-alls that have paid zero dues. The show
business meat grinder is not for everyone. My heart goes out to Rick and everyone
else still in the game. It takes a champion.
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