Iâ€™m in the middle of doing and booking and prepping for shows right now, looking ahead for a few months, six months, next summer, okay, what do I have for Edinburgh Fringe 2019 (yes, of course I am thinking about that, Iâ€™ve been thinking about... View More
I have written about the concept of â€œhomeâ€ frequently and at length. As a touring artist, I am understandably a little obsessed, while at the same time trying to be chill about it. Iâ€™ve tried to be all, you know, Iâ€™m tough, I only need... View More
â€œSold outâ€ is supposedly a neutral term, in a box-office sense: your performance venue has sold all the possible seating it has available that doesnâ€™t violate fire code. Some festivals have different and more precise parameters for this; for example, I think in Edinburgh Fringe... View More
This is two shows, the Smut Stand, and four months of touring on there. Respect the roadie cart!
Time was, when I toured, I rejected most offers of help: to load my car, to load my roadie cart, to pack up my... View More
Iâ€™m finally getting to the point where I know other artists in my stop-over cities, and by â€œknowâ€ I mean theyâ€™ve been a Smut Slam judge or I appeared in one of their gigs and at the very least weâ€™re friends on Facebook. Itâ€™s also... View More
I have spent the last eight years peeling my life open for public scrutiny, through my blogging and the plays and the Smut Slam and the Facebookingâ€¦ youâ€™d think Iâ€™d have no boundaries left, if I had any to begin with.
Youâ€™d think that, but youâ€™d... View More
Open mics notoriously happen anywhere that the host can fit them. Iâ€™m not even talking about the alcoves and broom closets of Edinburgh Fringe. I have been on multiple open mic showsâ€”comedy, music, variety, whateverâ€”that just unroll in the front room of a bar, dropping... View More
There are many good things about Starbucks: their coffee is pretty much always the same over-roasted blend everywhere (at least you know what youâ€™re getting?), and you can always get free Internet, which is a boon when youâ€™re out and about in a strange city.... View More
Five days ago I told a Smut Slam-style story as part of a late-night cabaret. Half the crowd had already drifted off to the dance floor elsewhere in the building; the other half was getting increasingly drunk, so while the comedian and the blues-guitar duo... 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