Archive | June, 2009

Sit down/Stand up

3 Jun

So its going to be a busy summer. Flying into Toronto for the NXNE Festival, then going to Ithaca to tool around, then down to Brooklyn, New York where many of the legendary jazzers from my alma mater are gigging, then down to Elmer New Jersey where I’ll be teaching a comedic writing workshop, one day and then putting on a private show for staff the next night.

Before I leave I need to get all my material together so the printing of “Instant Exchange” can go off without any hitches.

it’s a big deal this summer.

I feel like this book will add more legitimacy towards my resume as a writer. It will be less sex, more humor than S & M. and will be twice as thick (no pun intended).

I’m quite proud of S & M and its my first and I love it for that, however I’d already moved past it by the time it was printed. Balls deep into my next projects.

A lot of people get scared by the title of S & M because Masturbation is in the title, and because there is so much explicit language. But its honest there is no sugar coating and if anything its guilty of being too real.

Some people think I’m jut bragging about all my exploits in the book, or that its “porn”.
These are people who miss the whole point. I made choices and those choices had repercussions.
I was simply conveying how a young awkward kid became an awkward adult. Once you add that up with the mysteries of women and sexuality, then you get a lot of confusion.

By the end of the book, one should figure out that yeah I had a lot of sex and one nighters, but eventually the narrator realizes how empty those encounters can be (most of them) without intimacy or love, or even like.

But that’s all on S& M, as for “instant..” well it’ll be more mature and well rounded and I know that it will be something I can be really proud of no matter who likes it or not.

that is what this east coast trip is in a way, part graduation present, part business trip, and partly sight seeing…….

as it is the Jersey gig at Appel Farms will more likely than not be my last stand up gig of the year, and for a while.

My focus is much more on the literary scene and with so many projects going, I’m finally ready to give the stage an official break.

I’l still do sketch shows with various artists like ED Forman and James Gates, however I’m tired of my material, tired of the bars and the hustle for a grind that has such a long road before you hit the real upside.

I love performing and writing for shows, and writing jokes, but stand up is a brutal thing. Most of my friends who are going places are performing every night in addition to working day jobs, some like my friend Sharon Lacey, are on the road almost 25-30 days of the month. I’m just not that tough, I’d rather be in the studio recording than touring.

As much as I like traveling, I much rather prefer stability and a paycheck that will come independent of crowd attendance.
I could see myself doing the Rodney Dangerfield thing and coming back full force in my fifties.
I’ll do comedy until the day I die, but for now there are other roads to hoe, other places to go.
Stand up has definitely gotten me to where I am, but its time for a break.

Give myself a little time to write new material and hone stuff other than dick jokes ya know?

I applaud the hustle of cats like Aaron Ross, Sharon Lacey, Mary Van Note, Greg Edwards, Julian Vance, Sean Keane, Brent Weinbach, Caitlin Gill and Chris Garcia……out there getting theirs….

I appreciate and understand just how hard it is to do what they do, I definitely want to get where they are at and where they will be, I just gotta do it the Bobby Mickey way, knnaaamean? Vern?

Done Got old

2 Jun

I’m working the graveyard shift now. It’s great. Peace, quiet, sleep all day, be up all night, thinking.

Tonight’s shift started with me watching Adult Swim until 3’oclock…….sweeeeeeettttttt.

Now I can work on the book stuff as well as editing and things…it’s as if I’m getting paid to write…

I started realizing just how old I getting when I was rapping to a girl a few years ago,
” Yeah baby girl. I’ve got lots of dreams, I wanna have my own talk show someday like Johnny Carson, have Ed McMahon on the couch laughing.

‘Heheheh Bobby Mickey you’re so fucking hilarious its killing me.'”

” Oh that’s so cool Bobby, I love that you’re driven………..who’s Johnny Carson?”

last summer it hit me again when I saw a short black dude eating at Chili’s and so I made the obligatory Bushwick Bill joke……..except noone laughed, no one even knew who Bushwick Bill was.
” You know Bushwick Bill from the Geto Boyz?”

Blank stares.
all around.

Recently was the kicker. I was stocking the shelves at the corporation that John Mackey started in Austin, Whole Foods, when two little black kids came in the aisle, bouncing an imaginary basketball.

One of the kids started getting real loose with it, did a crossover and as he passed by I said “Jordan!!!!!”

The kids got quiet, straightened themselves up and kept walking, then one of them whispered, “Whatever, I’m talking bout Kobe!!!!”

It was then that I realized how out of touch I was, I’d gradually become a real square.

My little brother had been telling me this for years, pointing it out to me when I got excited about Rob Base playing on the radio during a road trip.
“man you don’t understand, this used to be the jam back in the day.”

“yeah USED to be. This shit is dated.”

So we turned the station and listened to Bonecrusher for the fifth time in 45 minutes.

” I smoke I drank I’m supposed to stop but I can’t!!!”

later in the evening, I tried to put on Kid A (By the way my brother used to love Idioteque back then) and he just looked at me.

” EIIIIIIIGGHHHHHH Radiohead? Nigga you look like a Radiohead. Damn. No wonder you can’t get no black girlfriend.”

one more sneak peek

1 Jun

another poem for the book, they are not all as somber, the funny one’s I wrote first the theme for this project is Less sex, more humor. but I guess they all have that David Sedaris sick twisted humor lying beneath the melancholy clouded lining.

Young Punk

10 years ago
I was a junky
a foggy headed
dope
addict.

No girlfriend
my bong
was my companion

I’d be celibate

for almost 3 years
but not by choice.

I’d wake up
load my
2 foot
glass
bong
and then
head to
art class.

All my free
time
spent riding
around
with my
buddy
Paul
smogging
out his
pick up truck.

We had the perpetual
reek of
swag
on our
clothes.

resin stains
on my jeans
and T-shirts
and in the
grooves
of my
keys
from cleaning
out the bowl stems.

I’d skip
lectures
to lay
in the backyard
take acid
and listen
to Pink Floyd
on days deemed
too sunny
to be indoors.

Late nights
spent in
cocaine
induced
paranoid frenzy
scared to sleep
for fear of dying
or losing control
and getting kicked
out of the
house.

yet I had
nothing to
lose
I never thought I’d
see 30.

I couldn’t forsee
the person
I am today
reflecting on myself
as a 20 year old
heart broken over
an Aussie chick
and jerking
off to Nina Hartley
and Vanessa Del Rio.

I couldn’t imagine
then
that not only
would things be okay,
but they’d
get infinitely
better and
that not only
would I become some kind
of
square
but that I’d actually grow to
like the straight life.

Happily eschewing parties
for a quiet night
of watching hoops
alone
with a
bowl of
popcorn
and a pipe to smoke.

My God,
what has become of
me?

~Edward Austin Robertson~