Thursday, January 10, 2008

Crossroads

There was a day, in 1995, somewhere in March, if memory serves, that I performed my final booked week as a comedian. It was a "Zanies" in Vernon Hills, Illinois, where I was opening act for George Wallace (the comic, not the former governor of Alabama...although that would have been interesting). I'd most likely booked the week around 6 months in advance, knowing that it would serve as my "grand finale" in the world of yucks. My Let It Be...or Abbey Road, for you true Beatles nuts.

I paraphrase Rodney Dangerfield when I say: "I quit showbusiness and came back to find...no one knew I'd left."

That's the legacy I was to leave behind: Strings of one night shows, for 6 years, in 48 of the 50 United States; at best, a select few left scratching their heads, stating on Monday morning at the work water-cooler: "Yeah, we went to comedy night at the Holiday Inn...there was this guy...pretty funny....I can't actually remember any of what he said...hey, are there any muffins left?"

And poof!, I vanished like Keyser Soze.

I find myself at a similar fork in an identical road. After 9 glorious (please bathe thineselves in the sarcasm) years in television as a writer/producer, I am no longer invested in what I'm doing. I don't care for where it would lead me, and I don't particularly enjoy pumping peoples' minds with, what I refer to as, "digital crack."

Digital Crack is also what your cable repairman shows you when he bends over and installs your equipment.

BADOOM-CHEE! I still got it.

So now what? And where?

This is a moment where I normally shit myself out of sheer terror, or I grow excited at the prospect of change. You know, like when you finally create another playlist for your iPod, and all the music seems SO ingenious, even though it's been sitting on your hard drive, unsorted, for over a year?

So now I'm on the exciting quest to begin writing a new chapter, which is chock full of blank pages and possibility.

I'm still wondering how I'll fit George Wallace into all of this.

3 comments:

Ann-Kathrin said...
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Ann-Kathrin said...

You gotta do what you gotta do. And if you feel that it has nothing to do with sweaty big men cutting off trees then you know you have to do something else.

If you find anything you want to do, let me know. I might be in.

mallemaroking said...

yay! how exciting. Pick a goal and charge at it ('never mind maneuvers,' as Lord Nelson would say).
I can't wait to see what happens next.
Jess