A no band, long night at Stork Club got weird (as always) albeit in an entirely foreign way. My little brother performed stand-up comedy for the first time. I’m not the funniest in my family. I was never perceived as a potential comedian by my family, too quiet and bookish. Ortavius on the other hand, had the natural clowning affability associated with the collective unconsciousness’ projection of “comedy”. I celebrated my 4th year of stage-standing on 12/3. My brother, four years my junior, debuted on 12/12. It was fun watching something so new and familiar, the shakiness and awkward first steps, as a grizzled old host on the sidelines. I have no idea if the great experiment will continue with my young kin, but I’m glad I finally have something to be older-brotherly about for my precocious little twerp. Let the nepotism commence!