Today was my graduation show from my comedy class with San Francisco Comedy College. Seventeen of my closest friends and family showed up at Rooster T. Feathers to cheer me on--thank you all!
The show went great, I must say. I remembered everything I wanted to say, except for one thing. When I was mimicking my right-wing friend's Bill O'Reilly action figure, I think I forgot to say, "We've all heard quite enough about your dead son, Mrs. Sheehan." But no harm done.
After the show, we rushed off to see Chicago, the band, in concert. We had invited our friend, David. He wasn't quite sure what to expect. He was disappointed to learn that Renee Zellweger would not be in the production.
We enjoyed ourselves at the concert, but I must say, Chicago isn't the same without Peter Cetera. There's a youngish stand-in singer for his signature songs. He does a fine job, but you just know that if Cetera ever offered to come back to the band, the newbie would be out like yesterday's dryer lint.
But Cetera's not coming back, and I think I know why. This is the first rock concert I've been to where there's a trombonist on stage the entire time and playing in nearly every song. At other rock concerts, maybe you see a trombone on one song, sort of as a fluke. I vaguely remember a trombone riff during a Guns and Roses concert. I'm not sure.
Now, I used to play trombone when I was a kid, so I like the instrument. I was impressed with the trombone guy's mad skills. But let's be honest, nothing screams 1970's leisure suit, dentist office waiting room Muzak like trombone accompaniment. So, until this trombonist takes a hike, Peter Cetera is likely to stay away.
The partially original Chicago opted to regale us with a few too many songs from their newest album. Um, yeah, you know what, Chicago? Didn't come to hear any of your new crap. Give me the classics. You've got about a dozen greatest hits albums. Hey, I know. Lose the warm up band, and you all can play your groovy new material at the beginning of the show while most of us are still finding a parking space and buying an outrageously priced pint of pale ale.
Saturday, in the park, I think it was the Fourth of July.
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2 comments:
Hey, Mart. When can we see your act?? If the line you inadvertently left out is any indication, I'll bet there were thirty four socks strewn about the joint. You've always been one to astonish your mother and me with talents we didn't even know you have: the trombone solo in high school, the funniest guy in the play, the crack up valedictorian speech, the All League award in football, the magnificent Mexican dancing at Stanford, your wonderful way with kids and your dedication to some of the most challenging foster kids on the planet. What on Earth can you do for an encore, Mart? Way to go, son. We're proud as Hell of you. Love, Pop
Hey Marty, when are you taking your act on the road...I've heard of a couple great places in Santa Fe and/or Albuquerque (hint, hint). As for your dad's post -- wow, what a guy! It's no wonder why you've been able to tackle so many new things with that kind of support; you should be proud!!!
Keep it up my friend!!! Hasta muy pronto.
Ciao,
Leonardo ;)
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