Yes, I’m still alive. Just haven’t had much worth saying lately so I haven’t said anything.
Carin already talked about our
Derek Edwards trip
so I won’t spend a lot of time talking about it other than to say that it was great to finally see him live after being a fan of his for over 10 years. She’s right, he puts on a great show and you should definitely check him out if he comes to your town.
But sitting in the audience last night made me wonder about people. I know I always seem to be wondering about people, but that’s because some of the things they do are endlessly fascinating to me.
While we were waiting for the show to start last night I casually said to Carin that I wondered how many of the people in the audience actually knew why they were there. That is how many people, all of whom had paid $30 a ticket I might add, had any idea of who Derek Edwards was. After getting a reaction that sounded a lot like Scooby Doo does when he gets frightened, I finally got a chance to explain myself.
I’ve gone to a lot of comedy shows, many of which weren’t exactly cheap. I went to all of them because I’m a fan of comedy and more specifically, of the comedian doing the show. That, I’m sure you’ll agree, makes sense. But almost without fail, at every one of these shows, there’s at least 1 person who is taken completely by surprise by who and what they’re seeing. the best example of this that I’ve ever seen was the first time I went to see
The opening act came and went no problem. But then, when it was time for the main event, I actually heard the guy behind us say in a sad voice, “oh, it’s that guy.” He sounded so upset that I seriously thought that he might grab the people he came with and leave.
Carin, understandably, was completely shocked by this as was I the first time I saw it, but for some reason, she still chose not to believe that this could possibly happen. All of my attempts to explain that no, this kind of thing happens all the time fell on deaf ears. But then, oh yes then, redemption was mine when a woman sitting to our right struck up a conversation with somebody sitting behind us about the show. She asked if she had ever seen him before or if she was a fan of his work. And I kid you not, the exact words out of this woman’s mouth were “no. We just saw him in the paper and thought we should go.”
Maybe it’s just me and my failure to be stupidly rich, but who does that? I understand paying 10 bucks to go to someplace like YukYuks or maybe a bar with a local band and not knowing what to expect, but this show was in a fancy theatre and it cost 30 bucks to get in. Who drops 30 bucks on a whim to see somebody they’ve never heard of just because an ad in the paper tells them to? You can’t even see clips of the guy to figure out if he might be your style or not. If you get a recommendation from a friend who thinks you might be into it that’s one thing, but otherwise, why would you do that?
But back to Carin. Being the kind of person she is, she didn’t want to just come out and say wow, you’re right. But after watching that same conversation play itself out at least 3 more times in the next 5 minutes between 3 completely different sets of people, my point was made and she had no choice. Game, set, match. I win.
I know I know, I’m childish, but I don’t really care. It’s just nice to be right now and then.