WAITING FOR THE HURRICANE

there is a smell of hurricane in the air and the first band of rain has come and gone. the pressure is dropping and the night feels different. the clouds are low and moving fast and the tops of the casinos flit in and out. a little after two in the morning and from where i sit i can see the ocean and hear the waves through the open window. a great night for sleeping or laying on my back staring at the ceiling and pondering the two shows we just had.

our first show was just great and all three of the acts just blew the room away; the kind of show where the artist remembers why we do this. the crowd couldn't have been better nor could we.

and then:

steve martin was on the tonight show with johnny carson and carson asks him why he didn't tour any more and martin gave the classic answer: "second show friday."

he was referring to our second crowd tonight who, at best, could described as drunk and obnoxious. yelling out various obscenities and animal grunts when not talking among themselves, the audience was the worst of the worst and, oddly enough, the management of the club did nothing to help the comics until, at last, i told the latest drunk shoutee, SHUT THE FUCK UP!! AND WOULD THE STAFF BE SO FUCKING KIND AS TO TAKE CARE OF THESE ASSHOLES!!?? normally, casiono show staffs are quick to stop any kind of trouble or disturbance because the quality of the show is what makes people come back and tell their friends but the staff tonight was not on top of their game. (to put it as mildly as possible)

oh well, i have vented. back to waiting for the hurricane.