more on post nywf action - newcastle to sydney trip was donated by the lovely christie, original sham-wife. also giving lifts to tantric tom the poet and jo the comic artist (comic artist? what, so you like, tell jokes, and you draw pictures while you're telling them? haha!). i was taking swigs from the honey jar all the way down, trying to coax my rapidly fading voice to stay a couple more days. we got to sydney 'round six-ish and dumped bags at my cousin joey's in broadway, then went down glebe poing road for some food. joey and i left from there for my open mic spot at pear shaped at about 8ish, and when we got there we met sheena and her friends who had come along to see me. i was on second in the second bracket. my voice did not fail me, i asked them to turn the mic up and i could hear them doing it as i was speaking, which was weird. crowd responded well, the mc was surprised at my poise and said something like 'ooh, we have a story teller!'. then i realised i was one of the only ones that night who didn't have a gag-based routine.
tuesday night and my voice decided fuckit, we're out of here but i didn't panic - that's why they made microphones, and i wasn't going to pull out of a five minute spot because i might have to whisper it. which was good, because as it happened, i pretty much did have to whisper it. my opening gag of 'sorry about my voice, but if you like what i'm saying you can click instead of clap' seemed to go down well not just with tantric tom the poet, but with some others too. more comments were made re the storyteller thing, which made me wonder - there must be more storytelling comedians in melbourne than in sydney. ah well. i'm glad i'm one of them.