Busted

Busted

So it’s nice to sit down to a radio interview, have tape rolling and then have the interviewer slam you for not updating your blog. So, with tail between legs, I begin this post beginning with the guy that made me realize the errors of my ways. So please forward all hate mail to him.

Through the Ottawa Comedy Resource, I came across a posting by a local guy wanting to get interviews with local comedians for CKCU-FM in Ottawa. CKCU is the Carleton University radio station and I’ve got some very fond memories about these guys. Firstly, I was listening to them when I was teaching at North Grenville District High School and pulling out of the parking lot on a Friday. They had just that day gotten a copy of Nirvana’s “Never Mind” album and played, for the first time ever, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”. It’s a shame that band never made it or got the chance to. If it wasn’t for Bryan Adams “(Everything I Do) I Do It For You” it would have been a very bleak year for all. I also donated some money to CKCU at one point and got a Tones On Tail CD, so that ain’t bad either.

I found my way to the studio where Julien Sokol was waiting for me. He had already interviewed some truly local comics and having the Gananoque/Kemptville/Sens-Loving-Stooge connection that I had, I snuck in under the ‘local talent’ radar and was able to record an interview. We were looking for about half an hour’s worth of interview, but if you’ve ever listened to the podcast [Nice shameless plug. – H!ITVA! Ed.] you know that we can yammer. After an hour we shut off the mic.

The reason I was up in Ottawa in the first place was not just that I had gotten my long weekends wrong and was wondering why the Canada Day celebrations were so quiet, but I was doing a medicinal marijuana show for old friend Howard Dover. This is the first of three shows that he put together to raise funds and awareness for folks who need (in the truest sense of the word) to use pot to get through the day. There are tons of sicknesses that require this sort of attention and it’s these guys and not the stoner-couch-surfing-Taquito-eating-PR-pummelers that the night was about. I was more than happy to oblige. Strong because I don’t smoke up, really. It always seems to catch me in the wrong way and I lose more time than Usain Bolt in ski boots.

Did an early spot to the knowing nods and grins of a stoned crowd and booked it to Tailgators to get a spot there. Thanks to Ben Mathai who didn’t know I was going to be there but got me to the stage regardless. It was nice to hit the stage with a full, responsive, and not-too-stoned crowd. Reaction was dandy. Got to see some friends of mine that I’ve not seen in a while, namely Wendi Reed and Mike Daly whose sets I missed. Yet another time I got to say, “Damn you, weed!” I was shocked to see Mark Bennett up from LA, but he did what you’d expect. Kill. Headliner Tommy Savitt closed the night and is going to have a dandy time at Absolute Comedy this week if his spot was anything to go by. I’ll get to see first hand on Friday when I get to do a couple of guest spots. Thus far, pretty good time. Oh, and if you find yourself in need of a one-hitter, the care package I got from the dope show runneth over, if you catch my drift.

2 Comments
  • Shell

    I thought you promised JP all your care packages from that event. He did promise to take VERY good care of it for you, remember?

    August 28, 2008 at 9:13 am
  • tva

    Yeah, but I think he was looking for, erm, “salad”, if you catch my drift. I’ve just got the “bowl” for the “salad”.

    I’ll pass it on anyway. I’ve got two packages, and one has a stoner movie with it. That one I’m keeping.

    August 28, 2008 at 9:18 am