I have performed Phone Whore probably close to 200 times, if not more. I have performed it a lot, in packed 100-seat theatres and in the basement of a pub with three people watching. For a frowny, arms-crossed crowd in a womenâ€™s bookstore, and for... View More
I donâ€™t consider myself a diva. I supposeÂ every diva probably thinks that theyâ€™re being reasonable, but I honestly try to be chill. I have to be, with all the traveling and fast load-ins and being my own roadie most of the time. Last night, though,... View More
Rarely do I envy anyone else's rack... View More
Iâ€™m here now. I mean, Iâ€™m always here, but Iâ€™ve been waiting for what seems like forever to get here.Â
Here is not much to look at, from the outside, from a context-less perspective, from a birdâ€™s-eye, strictly geographical view. Itâ€™s a small room that I... View More
I am getting on that jet plane four days from today, heading over to the UK to try my hand at my particular brand of showbiz on that fair isle, to place my heart finally, firmly in the keeping of the love of my life,... View More
I normally write two blog posts a week, but I just couldnâ€™t this week. The US elections got me seriously strung out. The day after hit me like a hangover, and I hadnâ€™t even been drinking. I went to bed early with a sinking heart,... View More
People ask me sometimes, when they see all the shows I do, the vast sprawling itineraries and the multiple cities and the boom-boom-boom schedule, they say, â€œWow! Do you have an agent?â€ itâ€™s inconceivable to them that I could get all of those dates without... View More
First of all, the writerâ€™s name is Nick Hardwick. That sort of name hasnâ€™t really been in play since Chaucer, and for good reason: it makes you look like a twit. It also completely removes you from the field of people who should be giving... View More
I don't even understand why all of you people are here!
At this point in time, when Smut Slam as a concept and as an event is spreading pretty fast, I feel compelled to confess: I don't really understand how it works.
Smut... View More
Iâ€™ve been a full-time broke-ass artist for nearly 10 years, and yet somehow I never put it together in one sentence: poor people arenâ€™t supposed to enjoy anything. Weâ€™re either arting and starving, or weâ€™re scrambling through three part-time jobs and not arting. If you... View More