- Countdown Entry #46
- 1:45 AM, Wednesday
Thursday), June 30th, 1999:
30th, 1999 - 9-11 PM
- FIRST SHOW
- CHAMPPS AMERICANA
- I knew this
would take some time. The GM said to set up around 5 -
6 PM. I took a half day at work and showed up
just before 5. Setting up wasn't too bad. Just time
consuming. Marty MOOSE - Late Show Producer
Extraordinaire, and my girlfriend Jessica helped out.
Everything was going dandy until I put the shelving up
for the TVs and noticed 5 out of the 8 rods for
supporting the 4 TVs were gone. Uhm, this is very bad.
I freaked. I had NO clue where these were.
So we get in the car and head back home -
- IN THE WORST TRAFFIC KNOWN TO
- This on top of the
fact that my trailer's lights weren't hooked up and
I was sure someone was gonna slam into my ass.
Folks, I've been in a lot of stressful situations
before...but this was pretty rough. Traffic sucks
anyway. But when you're pressed for time and you
realize that where you're going may not even be the
place you want to be...your head starts to
- Finally got to my
house and found one rod. What the hell. I was
about to call the show. No rods, no TVs. And at this
rate I'd never find them. Called my dad (who helped me
load the test show in his trailer) on a whim to see if
they were still with him. They were. I almost
puked. So off to my dad's and back to Champps. Got
back around 7 PM and set-up took abour an hour or so.
The worst part was I couldn't do a soundcheck
because people were eating. This was a bit unnerving
to say the least. I made an educated guess and went
- THE PERFORMANCE
OPEN 1 - PARODY 1 - HARRY - RHYTHM - PARODY
- As I was
cueing the tape, the DJ goes: And now "Adam Kontras"
I still had about 20 seconds of tape, but
I figured no biggie. Got people excited and
tense. And then POW. No wait that's not good
enough...ZAMMO! Yes, a sound so loud and so blaring I
swear to GOD I killed 3 people in front of a
speaker. God I wish I could've done a sound
check. No problem, got it fixed and I start to do the
- Now the way I
planned the first set, the
Adams come out one at a
of course not now. The top screens and the bottom
screens were exactly the same. Some computer
malfunction. I didn't know this and just kept on
keeping on. At one point Jessica comes up behind me
and tells me. I was in my "mode". It's a place
that I seem to be able to go to where
I don't melt down in situations like this.
I don't know when it started happening, but it's
quite nice. I laughed at Jess, looked at the
screens and said: "Well should we start over? Nah, you
guys can't even see the bottom TVs anyway..." And went
on. Meanwhile the guys from ABOT (the production
company who helped me put this computer together) were
there and they fussed with it while I sang. By
the second set we figured out the problem, and the
sound and were ready to go. Basically the audience
watched our soundcheck.
- Performance-wise I
was able to feel comfortable only during random
moments throughout the night. They were giving a bike
away throughout the night, so I'd do a set and then
they'd give keys away and so on and so forth. It was a
strange rhythm. A couple moments really shined.
I sang Michael Jackson suprisingly well, and the
crowd dug "Screw You" a lot more than I thought
they would. My dad came up after a set and just said:
"This is gonna work. This is gonna work. It might not
be in this city, but this is gonna work." He was
dumbfounded. It was awesome.
- As I ended with
Chest Hair, the bar laughing their asses off,
I felt pretty good. I looked at the manager
and waited for the Billy Joel: "And the manager gave
me a smile..." He glared at me and walked
OUT OF THE RESTAURANT.
- THE REACTION
- Well then. As
everyone was shaking my hand and congratulating me
(mostly friends, but a suprising number of people I
didn't know) I was looking for the GM.
I talked to some of the workers and they were
saying how funny it was. Then a guy asked if the
GM talked to me. I said "no, he walked
out..." And all was silent. Somehow I pissed this
guy off. The promo guy there said two tables walked
out in the back when I started off. Partly
because of the sound problem, and partly because of
the content. I was a bit taken aback. Any
questionable content material was after 10 PM since
I started around 9:20. I couldn't imagine
people being offended by Sex with Andyman at 10 PM,
but I guess I was wrong. Apparently this
pissed off the GM and he was upset all night.
HOLD ON. When I first got this gig, he said
his bar sales DIED after 9:30 PM. He needed to bring
drinkers in. I did my job. The bar was laughing and
clapping and having fun. Did he want me to cater to
the table with the 10 year old girl at 10 PM? I can't
do that. There has to be a clear audience to read. And
if I kept my show G-Rated everytime some IDIOT
parent brought their kid to a restaurant/bar at 10 PM,
I wouldn't be targeting the bar crowd he wanted
me to. Hell there was a 7 year old in there at 11:30!
I'm used to that though. Parents are morons. But if
this was a concern for him, why didn't he tell me? I'm
targeting the people I see and who are
responding, and basically doing what he asked, and now
this? And more than anything I was pissed because
I could have very easily made this a G show
for that night. I still had 2 sets I didn't
do. That's the nice thing about the 4TVs setup.
I can point it in any direction I need to.
If it's a more family atmosphere, I can do that. If
it's an older crowd I can do that. Here's a case
where it's BOTH, and I target what he told me.
- Now the reaction
by the people was great. It made the night easier.
People were very impressed and suprised me many times
at what they thought was funny. I love that. You
kill yourself to make them laugh at one point, and
they roll at another. Performing is awesome like that.
You learn so much. I was visibly bummed though, 'cause
I knew I had lost the every Saturday Night
deal. I talked with some people and tore down
with Marty. Marty, Jessica and I went to Tee
Jayes afterwards and just kind of bummed. It was a sad
sight. They tried valiantly to cheer me up. What
sucked was I could've easily done the two nice
sets and left the parodies for another time, and I'd
still be there. Now I lost it all because the
GM didn't make himself clear...I think,
because I never got to talk to him. I'll talk to him
tomorrow. Man, what a start. Mike Wilson at Class Acts
actually got me a Golf Outing gig for $300 tonight
too, but I had to decline because of the
"Future" of Champps. (sigh)