Hecklers. I am just baffled as to how these people’s brains work. So I am in Port Huron, MI at Main Street Live with Amaru and this heckler, Jeff to be exact, figures he is just going to “help me out” through-out my set and through Amaru’s set. The thing I don’t understand is how I can look down from the stage into the front row into Jeff’s eyes and I honestly believe that he thinks we are on the same team. We should be. We should be on the same team with a common goal. He felt it was his job to yell stupid campfire remarks during every set up, pause, and punch of my show. Sure, I started out by making jokey poking remarks hinting that he should be quiet, but he took that as comedy partner fuel. Eventually I had to just ignore him and he sort of got the hint, but he gave it another round right away when Amaru hit the stage. He honestly thought he was helping. HE SAID THAT OUT LOUD!! Jeff, if you are reading this, as a favor to YOU, next time you go to a comedy club, don’t sit up front, don’t have nearly as much to drink before the show even starts and for the sake of everyone at the show, don’t talk. You were a nice guy (except for when you got up all aggresive during Amaru’s set) and probably really thought you were trying to help. You bought a cd, you bought a shirt, you apologized. And we thank you for that. But for the sake of the comics coming up to Port Huron in the future, don’t shout out at the comics.
I went camping last night. It was fun.