Well hello there and welcome to a lovely new session of Tyler's Blog. By the way for those of you that don't know, my real name is Deaven Tyler Richardson. It's pronounced Devin, think of it like heaven with a D. I have used that tired line since the 2nd grade and it still makes me smile a little everytime that I say it.
I have been writing a lot since the showcase and look forward to giving the audiences more a performance then I have been. Not saying I've been holding my tongue, I just haven't gotten as comfortable with the crowds as I should be by now. I'll see anybody that's planning on going to the Comedy Spot tonight. Hope the crowds there are still filling the seats. But it is the Poonanza tonight so who knows. I actually wanted to go to that tonight but hesitated. I want to see all these people in the area that I haven't seen on stage yet. The Rory Scovels, the Larry Poons, and the Chris Whites. I haven't seen any of those guys yet and have only exchanged like three words with those I have come in contact with. I would be extremely surprised if any of them remembered me. But I am a realist. I am very dedicated to getting on stage more, not only that but my writing has slowed down so much it's embarrassing. But I get discouraged because 5-7 min. Open mics are never enough to get it all out so I just froze my writing. That, in retrospect, was a mistake. You know what the ultimate sign of being nothing is. When absolutely everyone puts you on hold. Not just on the phone either, I'll give you an example. A comedian tells me I need to work at a certain club and they'll set that up. Can't talk to whoever I need to talk to at the club, and the comedian doesn't return e-mail and won't call me. "And don't be an asshole, I know that means that I've been carried." My point is that this stuff keeps happening to me since I began my quest. I want to smack somebody. And then say "Give me some fucking time on your stage. I'm fuckin funny, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" but I can't do that. A lot of you didn't know I was quite so bitter, well take a look. I'm bitter as shit. Here is a song that I think people need to sing to themselves sometimes to get through the crap of life:
I have been writing a lot since the showcase and look forward to giving the audiences more a performance then I have been. Not saying I've been holding my tongue, I just haven't gotten as comfortable with the crowds as I should be by now. I'll see anybody that's planning on going to the Comedy Spot tonight. Hope the crowds there are still filling the seats. But it is the Poonanza tonight so who knows. I actually wanted to go to that tonight but hesitated. I want to see all these people in the area that I haven't seen on stage yet. The Rory Scovels, the Larry Poons, and the Chris Whites. I haven't seen any of those guys yet and have only exchanged like three words with those I have come in contact with. I would be extremely surprised if any of them remembered me. But I am a realist. I am very dedicated to getting on stage more, not only that but my writing has slowed down so much it's embarrassing. But I get discouraged because 5-7 min. Open mics are never enough to get it all out so I just froze my writing. That, in retrospect, was a mistake. You know what the ultimate sign of being nothing is. When absolutely everyone puts you on hold. Not just on the phone either, I'll give you an example. A comedian tells me I need to work at a certain club and they'll set that up. Can't talk to whoever I need to talk to at the club, and the comedian doesn't return e-mail and won't call me. "And don't be an asshole, I know that means that I've been carried." My point is that this stuff keeps happening to me since I began my quest. I want to smack somebody. And then say "Give me some fucking time on your stage. I'm fuckin funny, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" but I can't do that. A lot of you didn't know I was quite so bitter, well take a look. I'm bitter as shit. Here is a song that I think people need to sing to themselves sometimes to get through the crap of life:
The walrus and the carpenter Were walking cross the land The beach was wide from side to side But much to full of sand "Mr Walrus," said the carpenter, "My brain begins to perk We'll sweep this clear and in a year If you don't mind the work." "The time has come," the walrus said, "To talk of other things Of shoes and ships and sealing wax Of cabagges and kings And while the see is boiling hot And wheather pigs have wings Kaloo Kalay no work today We're cabbages and kings" Oysters, come and walk with us The day is warm and bright A pleasent walk A pleasent talk Would be a shear delight (Yes and perhaps if we get hungery on the way We coul stop and ah, have a bite!!) But mother oyster winked her eye And shook her weary head She new too well it was much to soon To leave her oyster bed "The sea is nice Take my advice And stay right here" mom said The time has come my little friends To talk of other things Of shoes and ships and sealing wax Of cabbagges and kings And while the sea is boiling hot And wheather pigs have wings Kaloo Kalay come run away With the cabbagges and kings Now ah, let me see Ah!! A loaf of bread is what we cheerly need (And how about some pepper, salt and vinagar?) Ah yes yes of course of course Now oysters dear, if you are ready We shall begin the feed (FEED!!) Oh yes ah, the time has come my little friends To talk of food and things (Of pepper corns and mustard seeds And other seasonings We'll mix 'em all together In a sauce that's made for kings Kaloo Kalay we'll eat today Like cabbagges and kings!!) I, I wait for you I, oh excuse me I deeply simplisize For I've enjoyed you company Oh much more than you realize "Little oysters, little oysters??" But answer there came none And this was scarcly all because They'ed been eaten Every-one THE TIME HAS COME!!!! Were cabbagges And kings!!!! The End
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