Finally, I was in a show that felt like comedy. That’s not entirely fair, I did a couple of shows at 50 Mason in SF that didn’t have me thinking of suicide.

But, the show tonight, in a sort of upscale, independent coffeehouse, which also sells beer, wine and food, rocked pretty hard start to finish. Sometimes you need a show in an intimate, pretty well laid out room that is miked to correct levels and involves actual funny people with points of view and shit to restore your faith.

Here’s a flyer from the show: Blue Rock Shoot, June 28. Catch any of the acts mentioned, and you will laugh.

I might put up an mp3 of my set, if only to hear the roaring laugh of this chick.

It felt like all of the comedians were laughing for real at each other’s sets and just having fun. None of that fake, ironic laugh of a saboteur a lot of comics trade in, either.

My only little personal victory, because you should work on making stuff better after all, was figuring out an edited almost to a one-liner essence of my little employment story. Basically, the true story while fucked up funny, especially to everyone who knows me as non-violent and harmless, was a bitch to sell in the minute or two allotted for it, when talking at strangers.

By focusing on the crucial stupidity of the misunderstanding, rather than the harsh accusation, presto, the funny was brung. And, no one got hurt, neither.