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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Quote of the Day 15-Year Anniversary

Quote of the Day 15-Year Anniversary!!!

I know what you’re thinking. And you’re probably right. But I did it anyway.

Fifteen years ago today, somewhere near the intersection of Arrogance and Insecurity, this “quote of the day” as it is still misleadingly called, was birthed into existence. And like most 15 year-olds, it has gone through a lot of changes, most of them painful. For those who were there in the beginning, I apologize. For those around during the golden years, thank you for your patience. And for those around now, let me explain.

But before I explain, I owe you all an explanation. See this all really started out as an internet experiment. My college roommate said something funny on the way to dinner and e-mail was brand new, so I thought I’d send out what he said to the 23 people I had e-mail addresses for. Fifteen years later, it’s now live on a website with pictures and video and color. And I probably have fewer readers.

Now I know a few of you probably smelled this coming, but only because I told you I was going to fart. Most of you probably had no idea I even remembered this day or celebrated it or even had a website now. You’re all too busy ignoring my stand-up career to ignore the quote of the day (heretofore known as QOTD). Well, I will be ignored no longer. And for those that haven’t figured this out now, I avoid the word “blog” like it’s my credit report. I will sooner refer to the QOTD as a daily website humor column, which is probably less true, as it is definitely not daily and occasionally contains no humor. But everybody has a blog and my shit predates the blog. So play along if you don’t mind and call it whatever you want to behind my back.

Fifteen years, people. That’s how much time has gone by since I started this thing. Just think about how much has happened in that time. Lots of you have graduated high school, gotten married, had kids, got divorced, graduated college, went to jail, got remarried, lost loved ones, had grandkids, got out of jail, moved to the west coast, injured yourself, moved from the west coast, injured someone else, gotten new jobs, gotten fired, quit smoking, started smoking, went off to war, had your house sprayed for bed bugs, graduated middle school, learned origami, ate sushi, graduated grade school, sang karaoke, made a snowman (Ed note: I think he’s stuck), fell down the stairs, complained to HR about your boss, stuck a body part out of a roller coaster against your better judgment and the ride operator’s wishes, etc. I know fifteen years ago, I wasn’t nearly the man I am now. I was hopelessly single and working in the Rec Sports department of a small college in Baltimore with over $15,000 in student loans to pay back. And look at me now! Now I have almost twice that much to still pay back. At least I know origami.

But really. Does anybody remember what they were doing fifteen years ago today? I do. I was walking with John and a few other friends from Susquehanna dorm to the back entrance of the UMBC dining hall, making fun of this new musical artist that Marky Mark liked. Here’s what my 23 friends had in their e-mail inbox that evening:

Subject: quote of the day 3/3


>From! now on, I'm going to try to have a quote of the day. If it gets annoying, tell me.
-Dustin.

March 3, 1995

"If I ever understand Beck, I'll kill myself."
-John Sears (Tonto Sleepyhead)

That was it. No bitching about cars, no pandering to chicks to play on my volleyball team and no pleading to come watch my stand-up routine. That came later (and often). That was just the wisecrack that started the landslide of both insightful, poignant social commentary and poorly thought-out, completely unjustified verbal discharge that has graced approximately a thousand of you people throughout the last 15 years. And it’s somehow managed to outlast a lot of things, the least of which is Beck’s career. Granted, it isn’t nearly as explosive as it used to be, when I put up 122 quotes in its first year of existence. Since then, the QOTD has taken a backseat to a few trivial things, such as facebook scrabble, Lost discussion groups and working so I can afford food so I can live. But it is still alive and kicking and in the past few months, has been as active as ever. It’s about time to let you all know about it so Tom can have some company when reading the damn thing.

Back in the QOTD heyday, I would give out a yearly MVP award to the person with the most quotes over the course of a season. First of all, I am using a very loose definition of the word “award,” probably more closely associated with kudos and attaboys than any actual prize. Secondly, all the info I used for this season’s award is based on the 05-06 and 06-07 seasons for reasons that would bore the hell out of those of you still reading, so I’m not going to bother explaining. All that said, I now present to you the MVP of the 05-06 and 06-07 seasons, possibly the last seasons under the original scoring method. And as so much time has passed, it may be a little tougher to guess who it would be. Certainly Tony and Mike are top contenders every year, though Mike may have bought himself a few extra considerations with his move out to the Midwest a mere two months after mine. Was there enough left from Perpendicular Keith or Mr. Geoff to last before I left in August 2005? Or would it be someone from the new school? Maybe Seth or Wach-Man from the Rec Center? Or Bill from our countless drunken Miami University nights? Or could my dad contend with his quips about his lung cancer that kept the doctors laughing up until the last few days he was with us?

The results have been tallied and in a squeaker, we have a repeat champion. I guess it pays to follow me to the middle of nowhere. Mike “Just because I don’t remember doesn’t mean I wasn’t listening” Conover was in first with an uncontested 5, with a surprising Good Joe “You don’t have to like them, you just have to accept them as a gift” Titlow right behind him with 4. There was a log jam at third, with 5 people each having 3 QOTDs apiece. Congrats to Erick (who you’ll hear from later), my very own sister, Mr. Geoff, Tony (of course) and finally, the man who started all this 36 years ago – my father. No real surprises in there if you think about it. But if you don’t think about it, MAN you would have been floored. Good work, Mike. But now that I moved back east, a mere 5 miles from Tony, you may want to think about renting a U-Haul and getting your ass out here if you want to be a real contender.

I also want to take this time to pay tribute to not just one of the great contributors to the QOTD, but also a great man, my father. I know a lot of you were there with me when he passed back in 2005 and I haven’t thanked all of you enough who drove up from Maryland or flew in from Boston or just across the street to his standing-room only memorial service. It was a great tribute. And while the rest of the family had gotten pictures together, I got a board of all the quotes he had contributed in the past 10 years. And it was great to see everyone come up to the board and laugh. It truly kept his spirit alive and without this QOTD that I started 15 years ago, I likely would have remembered exactly none of them. So thank you, QOTD, for the memory and of course my dad, Glen “That’s what I meant. What are you, deaf?” Fisher for the memories. The Indians believe that as long as a man is still talked about that his spirit will never die. So as long as I keep up this QOTD, his spirit never will. And with the internet the way it is now, that’s likely to be eternal.

And now onto the part you’ve all been waiting for, whether you knew it or not. The QOTD of the year! Really two years – and about three years ago, but the QOTD of the year nonetheless. But it would be sacrilegious not to check out the lineage of the past winners first. Usually the quote comes from everyday life on the gridiron, the poker tables, the dodge ball battlefield or from the Van of Stench somewhere in Kansas. One of the things I like about the QOTD however, is that it can come from anywhere. I have quoted 4 of my old professors and 9 of my own family members in addition to 3 friend's mothers and a friend's father. Point is, you should always be on your game. But one of the standard favorites that I have been jackhammering into the muck for the last 14 years came from back in April of 1995, only a month after I started this train. It was debuted as the quote of the month/ year/ decade back then and I still think it's one of the best I've laid my ears on...


Quote Of the Year 1995-96


The Set-Up...

"Love is like hearts. You want to follow suit, but you don't want to have the lead."
-Me

The Quote...

"If love is like hearts, than sex is like spades. If you don't have a good partner, you damn well better have a good hand."
-Weed

The following year was a tough one because nothing really jumped out at me like the other one. But it was John. And he was making fun of me. Not just that, but he was doing it within the context of the quote of the day, which makes it exponentially better...

Quote Of the Year 1996-97

So this past weekend, we were all hanging out in John's room (the 5 of us who stayed this weekend), and John was reading a quote of the day, when he turned around and said to me...

Quote Of the Day 4/8

"How can you still be standing right there? You've been standing there for like two years. Take a walk! Sit down! Go out!..."

-My roommate that's not really my roommate

The 1997-98 quote of the year actually got the honor by being the only one nominated. I never had a quote nominated for quote of the year before, so I figured this was going to be an easy decision. Steve "Baritone" Zebrowski liked this quote so much, he e-mailed me for about the first time in over a year and asked if I was accepting votes for quote of the year, if there was such a thing. Well, Steve, thanks to you, there is such a thing now. And what a beast it's turned into. Anyway, here it is...


Quote Of the Year 1997-98

Well, my family and I went to New York City this break to see The Capeman, Paul Simon's musical. The city was really cool, and the musical was good too. My dad started talking about how I needed to get a job and an apartment up here so he could live here for a year and visit all the libraries to get a lot of information. He's a big information junkie. Anyway, these are his thoughts on if he got to live in New York for a year...

Quote of the Day 2/4

"I would be filled with so much information, it would be a sin to let me die."

-My father, the hero...

...sandwich.

(ED note: This is obviously a bittersweet one for me, but one that’s nevertheless true and certainly still funny. Love you, dad)

1998-99's quote of the year honor struck a chord relatively close to home for me. Mostly because it was back home where the quote came from and it was about the trip Mike and I were about to take across the country. My panel of judges (Tony, with Misti in the back seat agreeing to whatever he said) carefully weighed all of the nominees and came up with this...


Quote Of the Year 1998-99

Well, this brings us to our quote. Mike has a pretty crappy car too, and we were talking about whether or not we could drive to Las Vegas. Anyway, he told me that he'd have to find out if it was downhill first.


Quote of the Day 6/9/98

"Most people look at road maps before they take a trip. I look at elevation charts."

-Mike

Congrats again, Mike. I'd give you a tote bag, but you already have a bag full of bags, just nothing to carry them in.

For the 1999-2000 season, I actually started to use a panel of judges. I took the funniest 13 quotes I could find and sent them to a randomly selected (I fixed it) group of panelists to vote on which they thought were the funniest quotes in the last year. So of course it would figure that three people on the panel would have a hand in that year's quote of the year. Well, this quote is kinda like my three best unmarried friends in tandem. But in this case, tandem doesn't mean they all jump out of a plane attached to one another. The reason this quote is so great is because it involves all three of them directly or indirectly, and it's about my massive tool:


Quote Of the Year 1999-2000

I don't know if you know the principals behind AOL Instant Messenger, but if you type a message to me, the entire sentence pops up on my screen when you hit enter, and vice versa. So many times, when both parties are typing at the same time, the messages will pop up one right after the other, before the parties have a chance to read what the other had written first. Well, you get the point. I hope. Here's what happened in a conversation between Good Joe (using Mike's account) and Tony the day it snowed a lot and Joe was supposed to come down to MD for the night:


Quote Of the Day 1/21/00


WhiteTony: Smart move by not coming down here today.
GoodJoe4U: Thanks.
GoodJoe4U: I think Dustin has a small penis.
WhiteTony: They changed the forecast to as much as 14-20 inches.
GoodJoe4U: Laughing...too hard...can't...type...

So there you have it. The quote of 1999-2000 was about my huge penis. And I didn't even have to fix the ballots. It was funny enough to everyone as it was. Hey, wait a minute...

I continued using a panel of hand selected judges and using a third eye blind experimentation process, we came up with Tony's second quote of the year in a row...


Quote Of the Year 2000-2001

...Anyway, I went and got a ping pong table and two paddles and a few balls at Dick's Sporting Goods the week before vacation and it wasn't long before Russ threatened to break one by slamming it on the table...


Quote Of the Day 1/3/01


Me: "If we break one of these we'll have to go back to Dicks."
Tony: (walking past the table) "I'm NOT using my dick!"


I'll bet you're laughing out loud.

So there it is. The Quote of the Year went to Tony for the second year in a row. And also for the second year in a row, he was talking about the male organ. Obsessive maybe? Anyway, congratulations again Tony. That's four successive calendar years that you've had the title. Now let somebody else play.

The 02-03 season (I'm replacing the word "year" with "season" from now on because of the fact that... well, because I'm a year late and all) had many fewer quotes, but just as many quality ones, thanks to the invention of paper, pens and pockets. And this is one where every time I read it, my body has a weird chemical reaction somewhere between laughter, embarrassment, and an uncomfortable urge to run 5 miles.


Quote of the Year 2002-2003

OK, I run this program on campus in which I try to marry Rec Sports and Res Life in our intramurals. I award points for participation in every sport. I knew this one team was from Patapsco, but I didn't know which hall (3rd South, etc.). So I called the front desk and after I fell over my words about 3 or 4 times, asked the girl (I think her name was Meghan) on the phone if she could tell me where this guy lived, but I didn't really need to know his address, I just needed to know what hall he lived on.

Silence.

So then I started explaining what I was doing with the whole Rec Sports/Res Life thing and in the middle of what was already the most uncomfortable conversation I've ever had...

Quote Of the Day 2/13/03


Me: "OK, wait. Let me explain myself. My name is Dustin and I work for the Rec Sports office -"
Girl: (cutting me off) "I know. I dated you for 7 months."


Oh. THAT Megan.

You can feel the uncomfortable awkwardness from miles away. It's been over seven years now and I'm still trying to think of something to say back to her. And that was enough to make it the 02-03 season’s quote of the year. I guess the more painful they are, the more funny they are. Like Jerry Lewis Pratt falls, but much more heterosexual. So anyway, the quote of the year goes to my ex-girlfriend Megan in the last words she's ever spoken to me. It's good to see that though our relationship couldn't stand the test of time, the humor and the bitterness has.

Last season’s quote of the year isn’t nearly as painful for me to read, which likely means it isn’t nearly as funny. I’ll have to go out and create more awkward situations just to be able to write more about them. But anyway, this quote is worthy of the quote of the year for its sheer improvisational prowess.

Quote of the Year 2004-2005

Quote Of the Day 4/17/04

Keith: "I find it hard to breath indoors."
Jason: "I find it hard to breath in water."


I know what you're thinking. Jason is weird.

So there ya go. You’re all caught up. Except of course for the quote of the year so awesome, it’s actually been 5 years in the making. And honestly, more than that. See, this past season, I put it to a panel of 11 people, half QOTD historians and half people who don’t know anything about the QOTD or any of these people, to make it more genuine. And to find out who is really funny and who I’ve been giving too much credit these past 15 years. And the top two vote-getters did not disappoint. But there is another that I feel the need to make a note of. In my PDA.

Honorable Mention Quote of the Year 2005-2007

…Actually, I don't have a PDA. In fact, I was running the beach volleyball tournament last year and as a joke, I got a pencil and went to record the score of a game on my yellow lined legal notebook and said out loud to myself, “Well, let me just record this in my P.D.A...”

Quote of the Day 3/16/05

“Don't you mean your P.A.D.?”

-Justin Costa

Didn't see that one coming. Nice work, bro.

Speaking of not seeing something coming, this guy is probably one of the most underrated Quote Masters of his time for just that reason. Looking back, this quip was probably easy enough to think of, but he did it on the spot as if it were written for him with cameras pointed at him from off stage. In fact, all 5 of us were sitting around the same side of the table. It’s starting to make sense now.

Runner-up Quote of the Year 2005-2007

…Speaking of tattooed chicks (how you like that, Actual Sis?), I got into the conversation with a few friends about a month ago talking about girls that have a tattoo on the small of their spine. Sure, we all heard Vince Vaughn say that it might as well be a bulls eye in Wedding Crashers (which will actually segue into my next message), but I just found out that they are also called “tramp stamps.” It’s not a flattering name, but I don’t think it was intended to be. And so, I made a joke to the effect of “well, no wonder all my exes have them” which is barely funny and also a complete lie. But it begat this, which was worth the self degradation…

Quote of the Day 10/2/06

“I didn’t think you were allowed to get tattoos until you were 18.”

-E Hersh

Well isn’t that the pot calling the kettle “pot?” I remember when I made that comment thinking to myself “why did I say that? It’s not true OR funny.” Then that happened and it made all of my flailing around for attention seem worthwhile.

And now onto the big show, the one you’ve REALLY all been waiting for, like I said about 5 single-spaced pages at 12-point Times New Roman font ago.

Quote of the Year 2005-2007

Setting: Bridgeport, PA – August 1998ish.

So my pops was walking the mile home from the video store after working all day and passed a Dominoes Pizza store. He figures that he’s hungry, why not stop in and order a pizza and take it back home. He tries to open the door. It’s locked. The entire front of the place is all glass and he can see people inside throwing dough up in the air. So he bangs on the door. Somebody in there looks over his shoulder and pointed to a sign. The sign said “no walk-in customers after 9pm.” I suppose they were intimidated by his bolo tie and plaid flannel shirt. So he yells inside “I just want to order a pizza!” They shrug their shoulders and go back to flipping dough. About a minute later, they get a phone call.

“Dominoes Pizza, how may I help you?”
“Yeah, I’d like a small plain pizza.”
“Your name?”
“Glen.”
“And where would you like that delivered?”
“Right here.”
“Excuse me?”
“Hold on.”
My dad walks over to the window and leans over to wave inside and yells “Hi!”
“Yeah, I’d like my pizza delivered right here.”
“But we can’t do that.”
“Why not?! I’m here. I have money.”
“But we need an address.”

Quote of the Day 8/22/06

“Well, what’s your fucking address? Order it to yourself, just outside.”

-The Dad.

He did not get a pizza that night.

I swear I did not fix this, nor did I even have a vote. Mike had already been let out of the tub before he voted, I swear. But it is very fitting that this is the quote of the year, as it’s become a significant part of my stand-up routine since I started doing that in December 2007. The story doesn’t always get the biggest laughs of the night, but that line definitely hits the hardest every time I tell it, no matter what the venue. So thanks, dad, one more time. And congratulations. You retired a champion. Like the John Elway of quotes. I’m assuming you don’t need any more tote bags. I don’t think anybody ever really used them.

So this is the part that of the QOTD anniversary edition in which I usually take some of my favorite parts of my QOTD rants from the past and cut and paste them into this e-mail. Only now with the internet and all the old QOTDs uploaded to the internet (at least everything since 2001), I’m gonna save us both the time. Besides, not only are these accessible to everyone with the internet all the time, but I plan on doing something even cooler (and I have a girl in my bed I want to get back to for once). Every weekend for the next 15 weekends, I will be sending out a QOTD “Top 15 of the Last 15” with a different topic every time (Ed note: I still can’t believe “everytime” isn’t a word. When the hell are they going to change that?). This not only makes your job easier, but mine also. At least in the short term (please refer to girl in my bed comment made earlier). And it should cut this normally beastly e-mail down into more easily swallowable chunks. Though with the uprising of the twitter age, I doubt anyone other than Tom and some really old school peeps are still reading. Thank you. So stay tuned, as I will announce at the conclusion of every “Top 15” post what the following weekend’s post will be. Upcoming topics include Top 15 Rants, Top 15 Friends, and this weekend… Top 15 Quotes. Sure, there will likely be a few repeats, but it ain’t like I’m sponsored by anyone to do this shit. I feel that I’ve been doing a pretty damn fine job for a product with no budget, no real marketing and no loyal clientele to speak of. So drain, eat and enjoy.

Also, I should say that I’ve taken a lot of the 10-year anniversary edition and I’ve cut and pasted a lot from there. And what I’ve decided is that I’m jealous of the person I was 5 years ago. That dude was damn clever. I really recommend reading that one and I hope to become him once again. The reason I keep coming back to this Quote of the Day is because it means so much to me. See, I don’t keep a diary, because I’m not gay, so this is all I got. And you can pretty much patch together the last 15 years of my life through these QOTDs. I lived in 5 different rooms in two dorms and an apartment complex. Then I moved out and kept goin. Four places around the greater Baltimore area, a tragic panic-attack triggered 3-year layover in Ohio and another two places back in MD to land in the apartment I’m in right now, living with a real live actual girlfriend who really likes me and everything. Which is probably why I hadn’t written anything in the first year I’d been back. Since I started the QOTD, I've had 30 roommates, 7 cars and (get this) over 20 jobs. I lost count. And I'm not even counting the ones where I just showed up for a day to drive 50 Safe Kids vans from a fire department in Bowie to the Washington Monument in the middle of the night with Stryker. I mean actual jobs over sustained periods of time. I truly thought that when I first sent out that first quote that it might last the last three months of the semester and that's all. I had no intention of spanning the globe from California to Thailand, and from Alabama to Australia. And I definitely didn't figure I’d ever reach close to a thousand people over the last decade. And guess what, folks? It’s time the QOTD found its way back to where it used to be. A seldom read e-mail article that makes me feel like I’m doing something with my life. Prepare yourselves.

So I started working at the University of Baltimore about a year and a half ago now. I’m a pretty recognizable figure on campus, but still nowhere near the popularity that I had back at UMBC in the days of the “Dustin RecSports” voicemails. I would seriously meet people out at a bar and tell them I was Dustin and inevitably they would get a glow of excitable recognition on their face and say “You mean Dustin from RecSports?” And I’d say yes and they’d buy me a drink and proceed to tell me how awesome it was that they got to hang out with somebody so cool and funny and attractive before they went home with the SAE guy with the Free Mustache Ride t-shirt on. And those were just the guys. Anyway, I joined this Biggest Loser program a colleague is putting on at UB to lose some of the 10 pounds I’ve put on since I moved in with Jen. I’m on a team of 10. Not just one, but two of the girls in my group went to UMBC around 2000-2004, in the height of my popularity there. Shortly after I passed this medicine ball back and forth with this girl in the group, she told me that she was from UMBC and knew of my voice mails, even though she never went to the Rec Center…

Quote of the Day 3/3/10

“I can’t wait to tell my boyfriend I’m working out with Dustin from Rec Sports.”

-Stephanie Something

Even though I’m off the market and haven’t worked there in 5 years, the conversation still ends the same. With me being awesome and her telling her boyfriend about me. Burn.

Doing what I can for the people I love,

Dustin.

All said and finished
I got miles left ahead
Should we be laughing
Or fighting instead
Never sure when
To say all those little things
Unsure in front of me
Of what the next one brings

But I've tried and I've tried and I've lied and I've lied...
But I've gotten nowhere

But I've tried and I've tried and I've lied and I've lied...
Still standing right here

All huddled up
With a couple close friends
Then you step outside, come back
And there'll be one less of them
Their foes will line en up
And their guns will shoot en down
And they'll all keep on leavin
Until you're the only one left around

But I've tried and I've tried and I've lied an! d I've lied...
Still standing right here

I thought I was important
Used to walk with my head tall
Yeah, I thought that I was different
Coulda sworn I knew it all
I had friends I could rely on
They were there at every call
But they always seem to leave me
With my back against the wall

But I've tried and I've tried and I've lied and I've lied...
Still standing right here

But I've tried and I've tried and I've lied and I've lied...
Still standing right here

I know many people
Have stood where I stand
Benn searchin for years now
For just one honest man
People tell me I can trust them
And then they'll play their little games
And then I tell them I'll be faithful
But sometimes I act the same

But I've tried and I've tried and I've lied and I've lied...
Still standing right here

But I've tried and I've tried and I've lied and I've lied...
And I've gotten nowhere

But I've tried and I've tried and I've lied and I've lied...
Still standing right here

-lyrics by Drew Holloway and Dustin Fisher


Saturday, February 27, 2010

Inside the Head of a Performer – Part 2

Inside the Head of a Performer – Part 2

…continued from before

(Ed note: I know I’ve been asking you to do a lot recently: read some other article first, come see my show, make love out of nothing at all, but I REALLY think it’s a good idea for you to read “Inside the Head of a Performer – Part 1” first. Stop me if I’m out of line here, but if I were you, I’d do that. And then if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with. But that’s just me.)

So my name was called and I was on my way up to the stage. There was a small amount of panic that I would forget my opening line and start telling the Sucker for Love story that I had spent all weekend doing with great success. But I was prepared. Amy was hosting the show and tried to adjust the mic stand to my height when I got up there. Dead air during this phase is not uncommon during story-telling and I don’t know exactly why. In stand-up, about 15% of the crowd would have gone to the bathroom if we took more than 5 seconds to adjust the mic stand. The goal is to start your set before the applause stops to avoid any dead air. It’s just accepted here. And so she started to try to adjust it. I helped and took even longer, knowing that I was just going to take it out of the stand once I was done adjusting it. Sure enough, the crowd laughed. I should have made a bigger joke of that than I did. Truth is that I needed it to be at the right height for later, so I didn’t want to make a joke out of it. But they didn’t know that. I guess I can’t think of everything.

So I already knew that I wasn’t as “in the moment” as I usually am before I had even said a word. Hopefully I would be able to get in the moment soon or just let my material do the work. My first joke was one blatantly stolen from Bill Cosby, but one I threaded throughout my story, so I kinda needed it. And it DID NOT get the laughter I had thought it would. It was simply “I didn’t go out at night a lot as a child… because that’s when the monsters come out.” I didn’t expect to hit that out of the park, but I was hoping for more than nothing, which is close to what I got. This was not off to a great start.

I had the inside knowledge that they forgot the bell that night. Which means that there was nothing to interrupt me if I went long. I had practiced and my story came in around 7:15 without applause breaks and crowd pandering. So I had the option to leave everything in had I needed to, though I’m not exactly out to abuse the time I was given. I decided to take out a joke in the beginning anyway because I wanted to get to Dominoes faster. I think that may have been a mistake. See, I really like to start out with a bang or two to get the crowd on my side. I believe it’s more important to have a good opener than a good closer for this reason. I think I may have relied too much on the 2 minutes I had already done to death to carry the rest of the 7 minutes.

The basic set-up is that I was working at my parent’s video store, Bridgeport Video, busting my ass all day in a small town that my family was well-known in. I spent most of the first 2.5 minutes painting a picture of Bridgeport. There were a few jokes sprinkled in there that all fell a lot flatter than I had planned. I was shocked up on stage. It’s a good thing I’m a consummate professional now because those duds would have seriously affected my ability to continue a few years ago. I also had the Dominoes scene to look forward to. Additionally, this genre isn’t like the quick pace of stand-up which needs to continue punch after punch. You can lie back for a little while and draw the audience in. When I watch the version of the Dominoes Pizza story that I told online at a Comedy Showcase at the Funny Bone in Kentucky, you can tell I rush through a lot of the set-up because of the impatient nature of that genre. I didn’t need to be as impatient here.

So I battled my way to my first true test. Shortly after I try to open the locked doors of Dominoes and get shunned by their workers, I start on a tirade “Do these Noids not know who the hell I am?” I then speak about my adolescent football prowess and a specific game in which we defeated the King of Prussia Indians with only 12 guys and poor Georgey Lattanze (good Italian name) fell on every play because he couldn’t afford cleats. This went on for literally an entire minute I believe. And I got angrier with every line. And I landed it perfectly! I hit every line and escalated my anger as necessary. And I hit my final line and quite honestly expected an applause break for the tirade I had just gone on. Instead, I got a couple claps. Fuck.

Then I got into the scene. This is the scene that would save me. It’s a great story to begin with, and there are some great hard-hitting lines in it too. (Ed note: this story actually happened to his dad, so most of the lines in it are complete bullshit, but the gist of it is accurate. Unless of course his dad was making it up) So I started. And it went decently. Not as well as I normally do with a Speakeasy crowd and not even as well as I do with that story at a stand-up crowd, which is much tougher to please. But I stayed with my character the entire time, growing with anger. “Well, what’s your fucking address?! Order it to yourself just outside” and “Sir, please don’t call out pizza technicians ‘doughboys.’ They work very hard…” hit the crowd the most. I maintained that anger until I hung up the phone on the manager “Well, your pizza sucks and you’re a dick.” I also thought there would be an applause break there too. Nothing. Just a couple polite laughs from friends I had in the crowd. What the hell? Was I really that wrong about this? Apparently.

Then came a part of the act that I had never tried to pull off before. I needed to put the mic back in the stand during my story. I know it sounds really trivial to those of you who haven’t ever done this before, but remembering what to say and trying to add flavor is tough enough. Try to do that while rubbing your tummy and things can get forgotten. And I was worried that when people saw me put the microphone back in the stand they’d think I was done. But I wasn’t. And I did a decent job of continuing my story while reaching back for the mic stand, which I placed behind me, rather than off to the side. I usually like to have the mic stand off to the side to hang onto with my left hand like a safety net. But it obstructs view from one side and confines you to one spot with the microphone in one hand. Also, the Speakeasy stand is tilted, which makes it difficult to handle without screwing it up.

So the microphone is placed back in the stand as I tell the audience that I did get a pizza that night. And I did it in time to gesture with my next line, which sent me back into another 30-45 second rant that would end my show. But during the rant, I took a Bridgeport Video hat out of my back pocket and put it on my head as I raved of the Ma & Pa stores and how they rule the blue collar town of Bridgeport and they should take the Corporate Chains and send them back to King of Communist Prussia. Again, this wasn’t met with the same amount of fervor I had anticipated, but it was at least enough to get people to clap on the way out. I left the stage, hat still on, and as I was getting back to my seat, Amy said something about the Ma & Pa stores that reinforced my point. I then chanted “USA! USA! USA!” which I secretly wanted to do on stage but never felt like the crowd was in it enough to pander to them. But at least I got to go back to my seat and relax for the rest of the show and catch up on my beer intake.

Once I got back to my seat, I was jokingly offered a card from a therapist. This was the greatest compliment I could receive as an actor. I must have really conveyed my anger well up there. And later Jen brought up the fact that I may have been too good of an actor up there. She thinks the crowd really thought I was pissed off, rather than jokingly pissed. So somehow I managed to pull off what I feel like was the greatest acting job of my stage career and it worked to my disadvantage. But though the crowd didn’t react the way I thought they would, I still feel pretty positive about the performance. I had really only agreed to it as a challenge, knowing that I was doing the Sucker for Love show so close to it. I was helping out Stephanie with her marketing while she was off establishing Western Union (See? That would be funny if you read “Inside the Head of a Writer.” Maybe).

I’m still upset that I didn’t get the crowd going as much as I should have and I wish I had thought about it a little longer, but I’m still pleased with my performance. I should also say that I know people who are tough on themselves and also people who think they’re much better than they are. I like to think I’m pretty practical in my assessments of myself. I guess I was due to come back down to earth after I kicked so much Sucker for Love ass the previous weekend.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Inside the Head of a Writer

Inside the Head of a Writer

(Ed note: This was originally titled “Inside the Head of a Performer,” but Dustin went a little too long about writing the damn thing. He does that. You should hear him leave a voice message. JEEZ! Anyway, that will probably follow this soon enough. In the meantime, enjoy.)

Let me start by saying that I am an extreme amateur and anything you read should be with that caveat. You are not going inside the mind of Steve Martin or Steve Carrel. Or even Steve from Blue’s Clues. I will probably never make it big as a performer of any sort and that’s fine with me. It’s just nice to have a creative outlet that will likely reach more people than this does (Hi Tom. And Cheryl. And Jen when I make you read it).

Last night was another Speakeasy Performance, and this one was coming on the heels of last weekend’s Sucker for Love show. That was an ensemble performance that I was paid for and last night was another open mic. What I mean by “ensemble” insofar as you need to know, it means I was picked to do that show because they like me – whereas almost anyone could sign up for the open mic, as evident by the drunk guy who tried to pretend he was stoned (or vice versa if you like). So I had put all my time and energy into making sure that was as great a show as possible, so after it was over on Sunday, I breathed a sigh of relief on Monday and woke up Tuesday to the tune of “Crap! That other thing is tomorrow!”

Thankfully, I had chosen to do a story which I had told many times before. It’s the Dominos Pizza Story. I know that story like the palm of my hand (hehe). BUT, the part that I know is only about 2 minutes long. The spot was supposed to be 7 minutes. So I wasn’t out of the woods yet. My selection of the story was a little different than usual. Originally, I had convinced Meatwad into doing his story about getting kicked out of the bar, which I thought would have been awesome. But when he punked out, Stephanie (from the Speakeasy) offered me the spot to fill in for the Meatman. Stephanie is what I call my stage coach, because not only does she coach my stories that I’ll be telling on the stage, but she also used to bring people back and forth from Philly to New York in the 1700s in a covered wagon.

The theme was “After Hours: Stories about things that happen at night,” which encompasses everything I’ve ever done. Rather than having a pre-determined story and going to Stephanie with that in mind, I pitched 3 ideas to her of things I’d already written since I knew I’d have little time to focus on this with that Sucker for Love Show in the rear view. They were the Dominoes Pizza Story (which won), the Cicada Party and a Brick Street compilation culminating in Paul getting taken to the police station across the street. Well, she liked the pizza story. Now I just had to figure out how to frame it to have something to do with the night.

I tried at first to make it seem like the night was scary and play up the concept of fear. That watered down the story like a happy hour long island ice tea. Stephanie suggested I try to take more of a customer service angle before she headed out to California for the gold rush. This was a better fit with the Dominos Pizza part, but not the theme. But at this point, I didn’t care. This eventually led to the frame it currently sits in: the difference between Corporate America and the Ma and Pa stores and their relation to my hometown of Bridgeport, PA.

Somewhere along the line, I decided it would be fun to try to play up the angle of my irritation. This involved the inclusion of a couple well placed rants, which would intentionally veer from the topic to other things that angered me to indicate my level of irritation. So what I’ve basically done at this point, is I’ve taken the Dominoes Pizza story – one of the easiest lay-ups already in my comedic story-telling format – and I’ve made it into the most complicated performance I’ve possibly ever given. And on only one day’s preparation. Dustin Fisher, Comedy Masochist.


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QOTD credits: Derek Hills – ("or vice versa if you like")