Inspired by a friend who played a little song and chucked it up on facebook for all to see as a thank you for coming to her also very successful Fringe show, I decided “What the hell? I have this video-camera collecting dust and a 25-pound cat ready to duet with me, let’s do it!” So here is my thank you to everyone for coming out to see Logic, Luck and Love over the past couple weeks. I’ll be sure to let you know when we inevitably do the show again.
Sunday night. Fifth show of five in our run. We’ve been sold out since Tuesday but 8 standing room only tickets are made available because so many people were upset they couldn’t see the show. They sell out with little to no marketing efforts. And I know it’s just 8 tickets, but it’s still awesome the way it happened. Good Joe flew into town from Boston to see this show, which I would like to address further in another post later this week since it is likely the single greatest act of friendship I’ve ever had the fortune of experiencing.
This would be the last night I would spend with Logic, Luck and Love for the foreseeable future, though there have already been conversations about setting up some more dates. Jenn, Kevin, Amy and pretty much everybody involved in the show but me are in charge of figuring that out. So if you missed it and you’re reading this, there will almost definitely be other opportunities to check it out sometime in the future.
For whatever reason – maybe all the people I knew in the crowd, maybe because we hadn’t performed in 3 days or maybe because it always happens – I was just as nervous as Opening Night. I had the extra added pressure of needing to project with a partially-wounded voice. While I was smart enough to not play in my football game that morning, I was not smart enough to remember not to yell. I remember leaving the field thinking “Oh crap. I yelled my throat sore again… HOLY SHIT!” But it turned out fine. The whole night turned out fine. Great, in fact. From the hustle to get this show prepared to the after-party at the Fringe tent. This has been the most incredible experience in my performance career thus far. Well, probably. I’ll let you all know after the mandatory 10-day cooling off period. Until then, you can count on me writing a lot more about it. You know, now that I’ve freed up some time in my schedule.
The show was thrown its first curve ball tonight. Smart money was on me throwing the first curve ball by falling off the stage during my Douchebag Dance. Kevin was a close second.
The crowd wasn’t as lively tonight as Saturday or Wednesday night’s crowd during the first 15 minutes of the show and we could all feel it. This is partly the design of the show, as the beginning is more analytical and interesting than it is gut-busting funny. But as a comedian, I know the importance of starting strong, as laughter will snowball once the first big laugh starts it down the hill. I had prepared to hit them with some energy when I got the chance to get to Brick Street. But that was still a while away. I was hoping they would connect with Molly or Kevin’s stuff before then. And they did in pieces, but not like the past couple shows.
Molly had just ended her first solo story and it was time for Kevin’s Blind Lesbian story when he shot up out of his chair with “David and I are cruising around town in his candy apple red convertible…” This is a really high energy part of the production and I was hoping it would start the crowd down that hill. And it did. Kinda. But after a minute, I feel Molly looking at me. This hadn’t happened yet. I look back and she has a confused look on her face. I think nothing of it and go back to watching Kevin and the crowd. A few minutes later, I realize that this is not the Blind Lesbian story. This is the Beach Trip story. I start to sweat. I’m supposed to go up after the Beach Trip story, but about 15 minutes from now. I don’t want to cut off 15 very important minutes of our production. Crap. My heart beats louder. I pee a little bit, but no more than my boxers can handle.
Molly and I talk behind Kevin. I tell her I’m not getting up as I don’t want to skip all that time and whoever was supposed to go after his Blind Lesbian story should hopefully realize to go now and he can just switch the order and I’ll know to go after his newly reordered Blind Lesbian story in 15 minutes. That’s what I tried to communicate to her but I only said like 4 words. I had hoped it got across. Truth be told, I knew my cue and I knew I wasn’t supposed to go up for another 15 minutes, but I couldn’t remember the exact order of who was next. I was just hoping Molly or Jenn would figure it out and I wouldn’t have to be the one to get up and cut off a good portion of the show.
Kevin is about done the Beach Trip story. He starts to sit down. No one got up. I was scared. Like the opening scene of Jaws kinda scared. This only lasted but a second though because just as he sat down, Lady Gaga came over the speakers, as if a voice from God himself. Telling us that it would be OK. That He was aware of the order of the show and would carry us through this hard time. And sure enough, Jenn got up just like she was supposed to. She later said she didn’t even realize what was going on, but heard Lady Gaga and involuntarily stood up and started speaking, like a Pavlovian dog. And then Molly did her thing and Kevin did the other thing and I did my thing and we were back on track. And sure enough, I looked back at those 5 tense minutes of the show during Kevin’s reordered story and there were only one set of footprints. And they were Lady Gaga’s.
Top of the World
The thing about being on top of the world is that you inevitably have to come down. But I’m living it up while I’m here. I still cannot believe I’m part of a production so heralded and raved about that is a mere 5 tickets away from selling out a 70-seat theater in 4 of our 5 shows. The three other members of this production have been nothing short of amazing. I feel like the new guy around people so immersed in this culture but they certainly don’t treat me that way (Heck, I hadn’t even heard of the Fringe Festival before this year). They treat me as an equal with as much respect for me as each other. I am humbled by their confidence in me and their professional approach to this production. As a very amateur stand-up comic with little more than 7 minutes of stage time on an average night, I have never prepared this much or worked this hard. Molly, Jenn and Kevin have introduced me to this new genre of performance that I’m just happy to be able to not screw up for them. And they aren’t trying to hide me at all. In fact, quite the opposite. They have me opening and closing the production. That wasn’t done with intention, but it wasn’t a concern to them at all. I am mostly happy as a team member that I haven’t let my team down, especially after they chose me as the fourth member of the production. It could have easily been somebody else, but they all saw something in me and I’m thankful for whatever it was that I did to catch their eye.
I am so happy to have been a part of this production and to have worked with these three geniuses and of course our two directors – Amy and Joe – who shaped this performance into the finely crafted piece that it is. I will certainly talk more about this later and can’t wait to write an “Inside the Head of a Performer,” but I still have a couple more shows to make sure I’m prepared for. Thanks again to everyone. Yap at ya tomorrow.
“This move was going to be the greatest thing I could have done for my ego. And also presumably my id.”
– Dustin Fisher, Logic, Luck and Love
Hey gang. Thank you all so much for the awesome messages I got back from my last e-mail. I appreciate your well thoughts even if you can’t make it. And especially those people who have been able to make it to the show. It’s a great date night show, trust me.
Tonight is sold out. Sunday already only has one ticket left. Thankfully, Thursday night still has 20 tickets left. So if you don’t want to miss the “most organic piece of theater I have ever seen,” you have one night. And those tickets may be sold out by day’s end. Thursday, 7/22 @ 6pm. Let me know if you need to know how to buy them. Hopefully I’ll see some of you there!
“Love isn’t blind. She’s embarrassed.”
– Dustin Fisher, Logic, Luck and Love