WTF Podcast w/ Marc Maron: Episode 46 (W. Kamau Bell and Dwayne Kennedy).
(Both of these fine gentlemen will be performing tonight and tomorrow at the Phoenix Theater in Union Square. Good luck finding tickets. None the less, the two discuss racism in the Alt Comedy Scene, constructing comedy and weird racial energy among other things.)
WTF Podcast w/ Marc Maron featuring Carlos Alazraqui
Carlos Alazraqui, of Rocko’s Modern Life and Reno 911, grew up in Concord, CA. He also beat out Marc Maron and Patton Oswalt in the San Francisco Comedy Competition, a fact he regrets to this day. Terrific voice actor, that in this episode of WTF discusses the socio-economic impact on dialects, rage, race, and sky diving. (Note: Other things also discussed).
[ On her official blog, Mary Van Note gives eleven picks of great comedians whom aren’t necessarily in the limelight (yet). A lot of local love, and video clips of some brilliant bits. Click the link to find out more. ]
In addition to the half dozen shows I’ve discussed here, here, and here, Janine Brito, Dwayne Kennedy and W. Kamau Bell will be performing this New Years Eve @ The Phoenix Theater. I would provide more information but these shows are sold out. Still, this show is particularly noteworthy because Dwayne Kennedy is a Chicago stand-up legend who hasn’t been in the Bay Area in a while. Check out the article on Janine.
New Queers Eve w/ David Hawkins @ Club 93. 93 Ninth & Mission. $7. 10 PM. Featuring iLs Goldbarg, Tony Koester, Morgan, Ricky Luna and more. (DJ’s, Dancing, and Midnight Toast)
Just Funny New Years w/ Justin Harrison. 140 Columbus Ave. Shows @ 7:30 and 10 PM. $25-$35. Featuring Big Al Gonzales, Kevin Camia, John Hoogasian, Josef Anolin, Butch Escobar, Dash Kwiatkowski, Arnie Ponce, and more. (Historic Venue. Great Headliners.)
Comedy on the Square w/ Michael Meehan @ The Actors Theater. 855 Bush St. SF. $40. 16+. Featuring Tony Sparks, Kaseem Bentley, Big Al Gonzalez, Eric Cash and Joe King (San Francisco’s own in a very classy engagement. Classy like study hall.)
New Year Eve Loft Party w/ Hence Singleton. 3240 Peralta St. Comedy and Dancing. Comics Wanting Stage Time, Contact Hence Singleton. (Casual East Bay comedy function. Photo by. Shawn Robbins.)
Comedy Off Broadway Oakland @ Miss Pearl’s Jam House. 1 Broadway @ Jack London Square. OAK. 9 PM. $15-$20. Featuring Rolly Moe, Phil Johnson, Chris Storin, Joe Nguyen, Aundre the Wonderwoman, Mike Spiegelman, Joe Gleckler, Samson Koletkar, and “Chicago Steve” Barkley
Greg Proops @ The Punchline. 444 Battery St. 7:30 - 10 PM. $50. Also featuring Tony Camin and Nato Green. (Some of the sharpest comedians around, performing in the beautiful San Francisco Punchline.)
SYLVAN OPEN IMPROV. 7:30 PM. Dark Room Theater. 2263 Mission St. SF. Free.99 (Comedy covered in cherry syrup)
Our Little Theater. 287 Ellis St. San Francisco. 8 PM. $5. Featuring Rolly Moe, Joe Glecker and Griffin Daley. (It’s always fun at Our Little Theater. Last time, I was called a murderer.)
Rockit Room Open Mic. 406 Clement St. SF. 7:30-10 PM. Free 99. (Pencils!)
Blue Room @ Club 93 (on 9th St.). 10-12 P.M. 21+. SF. Hosted by David Hawkins. (Big comic hang out. Late, late nights).
Layover Comedy. 1517 Franklin. Oakland. 8:30. 21+. No Cover. Hosted by Mike Spiegelman. Featuring Drew Harmon, Chris Burns, Thomas Smith, Michael O’Keefe, Colleen Watson and Jules Posner (Jules has been keeping busy. He was just at Deluxe last night and was picking vegetables this morning.)
Amnesia Variety Show. 853 Valencia St. SF. 7 PM. (Art by. Chris Duncan).
In the foggy palace of Berkeley, ten minutes from the movie theater, down a gentle slop of matted grass and up a procession of man-laid stones licked with mossy macula is a log cabin. This redwood cabin: sapping, rugged and quaint, stands crystallized in steamy ambiguity. No fence, no mailbox, an empty yard beyond a large, unmarked stone rumored to rest upon a late bear. The chimney pumps carbon triple time, a never-ceasing eruption of silver plum. Every night ‘round dusk the cabin’s inhabitant appears: an ice-eyed, Viking-visage mountaineer named Roman. In his hands is a machine.
The machine is a curious thing. It rests on its side coiled with coils, compressed with springs, washed with washers, screwed with screws, polished with polish, rivets and bolts and copper and steel and nickel. It looks like it performs a number of functions with its abstract mid 20th century design but it doesn’t. The machine has no basis of utility. It’s pretty, clever, inside is a pulsing core of gold and every day something is added or removed as an organic, inorganic piece of modern ingenuity. Still, the machine has no purpose beyond pleasure, pride and gratification. The machine simply is and every night Roman Leo takes it out to be gawked at, measures its success and returns to his cabin to work on it again.
I Feel You Pulling For Me, Especially in the Bathroom – OH!
The machine started over a year ago in little galleries on 7th and Folsom, Larkin and O’Farrell, Columbus and Kearny. The galleries are where machinist show off their inventions and improvements. Roman’s machine is well regarded in the community; some enjoy the crude oil lube, some enjoy the well-structured design, some enjoy the encroaching rust, some like the shiny passive aggressiveness. It’s a hard machine to compartmentalize. It’s also made of metal.
I Feel I’ve Wasted the Last Ten Years of My Life
Roman wasn’t always a machinist, he used to live in Ohio. Swimming, fratting and facing rejection in barber shops, Roman was the any man. He collected compact discs and went on measured adventures. Eventually he became married and he never really thought of machines, let alone being an inventor. But machinists are born, they possess a certain mind and it’s hard to ignore the call to build especially when blueprints inexplicitly start tracing themselves on napkins and notebooks.
The rest is undoubtedly a mystery. How did Roman become an everyman machinist living in a log cabin in Berkeley? How does Roman cultivate an insane work ethic that leaves his fingers cut, burned and covered in metallic drippings? How does Roman take white guilt and create white gold?
Just Trying To Get Better, Y’Know
Roman operates under a constantly thinking, critical mind. Shifting through a series of misleading poses; he’s consistently analyzing himself, colleagues and the encompassing environment enveloping them. The brain can get away from Roman while observing the great inventors passing through San Francisco. As he observes the brilliant machines of O’Neal and Burr, Roman finds himself in doubt. This sensation hardly lasts; it lacks the mass to alter the gravitational pull of talent and determination. Confidence is built within the machine; it helps turn the gears and spin the turbines as Roman moves towards his purpose beyond the lodge.
Roman Leo is a stand-up comedian. He’s extremely funny and possesses a beard. For any inquiry into Roman’s schedule please continue to visit this site as Mr. Leo detests self-promotion.