Bridgetown 2010

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I’m amazed that the Bridgetown Comedy Festival gets better every year.  I have been honored to perform in the festival all three years of its existence.  Sure, I still have a hangover, a headcold, a bruised toe and a sprained finger, but I still have my memories.

I tried to catch the opening shows, but wound up driving Jason Nash up to his one-man show at Curious Comedy.  I caught Veronica Heath’s  show, with handsome Dwight Slade, the charming Karl Hess, and the freshly baked Steve Agee.  I moved on to my own Portland vs. Seattle show, hosted by my friend Dax Jordan. 

Portland was supposed to be doing battle with Seattle in front of thirty vaguely curious drifters, but we all love each other too much.   I wandered into my friend Alysia Wood’s show, where I saw Heather Thomson for the first time, and who changed my life for the better, and where the hilarious James Adomian closed the show in his new “look”, with a fedora and big beaded necklace.  Time for the first afterparty.  Mostly Seattle and Portland people the first night.   The dance room, dj’ed by Barfly’s Jen Lane, rocked with hip-hop and disco until four-ish.
Friday: Woke up right at the crack of noon, did my sketch comedy show from 8-9:30 and ran down to get shot by Rubber Bullets, with NYC/Seattle’s Andy Haynes, LA’s Brody Stevens, Hampton Yount, and Rory Scovel as an injured widower who loses money to Joe Frice, then wandered to the Comedy Calvacade, where Brent Weinbach’s character in a Kurta bemoaned the poverty of his childhood, growing up with only one Xbox, and an extremely persistent heckler annoyed Jason Nash, and later found Kevin Hyder’s joke notebook and was kicked out of the afterparty.   My show was at the “technically outdoor” venue Bar of the Gods with my hilarious friend Randy Mendez and Steve Agee, where I also saw Claire Titleman’s amazing self-help and self-improvement method.

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Friday’s afterparty featured what was, for me, the highlight of the festival. Warming up, I danced with April Richardson to Pulp, which was fun, but later on more drinks led to a FULL BLOWN DANCE-OFF, featuring fake breakdancing by Timmy Williams and an amazing bit of hoofing by Seattle’s own Solomon Georgio.  I woke up mid-Saturday, barely beating dusk.

Saturday: I hit the lounge show at Hawthorne, watching Phil Schallberger have a GREAT set for a packed house and rubbing elbows with dashing rogue Jon Dore (very handsome for a comedian, very funny for a Canadian) and accidentally sitting next to a hiding or hungover Matt Besser. I got to see an AMAZING improv show, introduced by our own Brody Theatre, and featuring Janet Varney, Scott Adsit, Oscar Nunez, and Danny Pudi, who dropped a Roald Dahl reference and tried to crush the world’s strongest ant.

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David Cope is very funny, despite featuring having the elongated, prehensile fingers of E.T.

Saturday night I hosted my own show, with the very funny Paul Jay, heard a meditation on desire and birdwatching by Aaron Cayton-Holland, and closed by the antics of amazing headliner Victor Varnado, who by the way absolutely makes a dance party, if you’re having one. Saturday’s afterparty started to get awesomely crowded, and I started running into local rockers and DJ’s who heard we had free drinks. The Willamette Week’s Jay Horton commented, “If comedy keeps throwing parties like this, it’s gonna ruin its reputation.”  I saw Matt Walsh wandering around after splitting a pot brownie with Besser.

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Sunday’s shows rocked on, with the Famous Mysterious Actor hosting Ron Funches, Ron Lynch, and Matt Braunger, who pleaded, “Please- don’t throw ham at me!” in a most beguiling way. I really wanted to go to Sunday’s afterparty. I wanted to.   But my body would not be pointed across the river. Spirit willing, body weak.   

I had heard every comic from LA talk about Voodoo Donuts through his beard, flipping through his notebook muttering what else…what else.  I had been recognized as the girl from the Curious Comedy show who sang a song that made the hearer crazy for a week.   Every room was like the prom I wanted to go to, full of people I liked and people I loved and people I wanted to know.  I wanted it to go on forever.  I would have died if it had gone on another day.  Thanks, Bridgetown!

In this shot, the cast and crew re-enact a scene from Predator.

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Bridgetown PostMortem!

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My brother and I got a cheap one-way ticket out of town, just for the rest.The Second Bridgetown Comedy Festival is over, and the only thing that happened is that hundreds of comics, fans, and locals had the BEST TIME EVER for four days.

Pictures of Portland comics, out-of-towners, famous people, and random stuff is in the Flickr Bridgetown pool here.

High points:

SHIRTLESS RANDY LIEDKE
VS.
THREE OF PORTLAND STRONGEST STRIPPERS- Liedke wins!

Brody Stevens called out a drunk “trustafarian” for peeing in the green room hallway. It was an amazing event, where ALL the comics converged on this guy and the situation. He eventually had someone go grab him from the bar next door. He was subject to questioning, audience beat down, and a good final judgment from Todd Glass.

The AMAZING Reggie Watts did shows on Friday and Saturday, and appeared on the Podcast Sounds of Young America, although seeing him in action is really a treat.

A guy yelled “Better be funny!” at Brody Stevens, and Jimmy Dore tore over and screamed “YOU’RE NOT FIT TO LICK THIS MAN’S BALLS!” or something very much to that effect.

Gabe Dinger says: David Koechner yelled at me from across the street to give me my notebooks that I left at the previous show, we met in the middle of the road and he said “How could I forget a name like Dang-gerr?” when I told him it was Dinger he said it was ok, no one gets his name right ether. Then we almost got hit by two cabs simultaneously. Lesson? Never ever under any circumstances correct David Koechner or you might die.

Veronica Heath says: Hanging out with Janeane backstage at the Hawthorne show where she educated me and we talked about botox, grapefruit juice, sweat, powells books, and the Bay Area. I’m so glad she wasn’t an asshole. Very down to earth, very nice, and much tinier in real life than I had imagined.

And everybody, local and out-of-town, has been talking non-stop about the hilarity of Dax Jordan’s Comedy Robot. I am heartbroken to have missed it. If I could only be at two places at once, you know? But I cannot.

It was awesome seeing my brother John have some great sets, and introducing him to my friends and associates. I hope one day we will do a double act that will make people very, very uncomfortable.

Many thanks to Andy Wood, Matt Braunger, the dozens of volunteers who all worked hard to keep things running on Festival Time, i.e. half-hour to one hour late, and a special thanks to LiveWire’s Courtenay Hameister, who gave us some awesome press and who took over special Twittering duties.

Bridgetown Comedy Festival!

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Portland can’t wait for the first-ever Bridgetown Comedy Festival, from March 6-8! There is a HUGE roster of West Coast comedians, headlined by the star of the Oscar-winning food-cooking rat movie, PATTON OSWALT- and I believe that there’s some time in there for yours truly.

My Sets Are:
Thursday, March 6th: Mount Tabor Legacy Lounge, 8:00 PM
Friday, March 7th: Mount Tabor “Big Room”, 7:00 PM
Saturday, March 8th: Bar of the Gods, 8:00 PM.

POSTSCRIPT: It was fantastic. I got to see, meet, and point at so many funny, funny people. I was particularly knocked out by Kyle Kinane and Tig Notaro, and James Adomian, Jason Nash, and the lithe David Cope. Thanks to all who attended.

The hilarious Mr. Oswalt cuddles a puppy onstage. Don’t tell Grumpus.

James Adomian’s amazing George W. Bush was the surprise hit of the festival.

The only real record of me in the festival was a throwaway line about wrist-slitting, recorded in the Mercury blog.