I know this isn’t a setlist, but I did randomly come across this at a bar before a show. I can only imagine the conversation that led to this.
Man: I don’t think cats have tits.
Other Man: Yes they do.
Man: No, no. I think you’re wrong.
Other Man: Look, you got a pen, they look something like this. Although, I probably didn’t draw these to scale. But you get the idea.
Man: You learn something every day.
Editor’s Note: Sometimes I write angry letters about the people I encounter that I never send. This was recommended by a “professional” I used to see on a semi-regular basis.
Dear Guy At Four-Way Stop,
You go.
Me? OK, I’ll go.
No, oh, you want to go now.
OK, I see you’ve stopped again.
Now you want me to go?
Oh, see, there, it happened again. You keep telling me to go and yet you continue to give visual cues that it is you who wants to go.
Fuck it (I step on the gas, blast through the intersection and run over a rabbit).
Sir, I hope that rabbit doesn’t have children.
Sincerely,
Kris Wernowsky
Comedian: Erik Anker
Location: Foam
City: St. Louis, Mo.
Date: April 6, 2012
Comment: ”I felt good about this set, but this one in particular I strayed away from because I was at Foam and felt like going off the rails as much as I could. That was a great show!”
Editor’s Note: Awww, shucks!
Editor’s Note: Sometimes I write angry letters about the people in my life that I never send. This was recommended by a “professional” I used to see on a semi-regular basis. This particular letter (about a real experience) came to mind after I read recently that an angry man drove his truck through a Taco Bell.
Dear Angry Man At Taco Bell:
We find ourselves here under very depressing circumstances. I have clearly diminished my finances to such a degree that 79-cent tacos are a considerable boon. Clearly you have never heard of condoms, so feeding your herd of four shirtless children somewhere that won’t considerably increase their chances of early onset diabetes must prove costly.
Mother isn’t here, and judging by that mustache I can assume that either you beat her until she moved away or that she is working the afternoon weekday shift at the Larry Flint dance parlor across the bridge.
So here we are together: I behind you in line and you dissatisfied with the amount of meat on your 79-cent taco.
I’m not sure if you realize that everyone can hear you. If you do know that, then I am impressed and applaud your obvious lack of shame as you scream: “I’m a man. This is a child’s serving of meat,” as you point to the depressing, seemingly colorless, recently purchased fast-food taco.
Yes, you did hear snickering at the back of the store. Yes, I’m almost certain that the minimum-wage earning high school graduate gnawing on her spearmint gum in a cartoonish manner is taking your taco criticism to heart. When she leaves this job and walks to Wendy’s for her second standing eight-hour shift of the day, I’m certain she’ll tell her Wendy’s co-workers what a valid and reasonably argued point you made about improper meat distribution.
In closing, please enjoy the spit in your new tacos — the ones with the right amount of meat (Yes, that also happened).
Sincerely,
Kris
Comedian: Marcus Newstead
Location: O’Shay’s Pub
City: St. Louis, Mo.
Date: May 22, 2012
Comment: ”I saw Cypress Hill two nights before this show, which actually inspired me to write some new material.”
Editor’s Note: I assume he means the “drugs” joke.
Comedian: Derek Smith
Location: Um, some Lounge. Seven Ten Lounge maybe?
City: Chicago, Ill.
Date: Dec. 30, 2011
Comment: I spoke with Derek’s beard. It had no comment.
Editor’s Note: Derek owned a pair of sets in St. Louis earlier this year. He’s a great comic.
Comedian: Ben Flug
Location: The Hideout
City: Granite City, Ill.
Date: Aug. 30, 2011
Comment: Ben gave no comment because he thinks he’s better than the system.
Editor’s Note: I think that’s supposed to say “Waffle House,” but the mind wonders what he might be talking about if it says “Waffle Mouse.”
Comedian: Ryan Ries
Location: The Funny Bone
City: St. Louis, Mo.
Date: Nov. 8, 2011
Comment: “I come up with my material about everyday situations that occur in my life.”
Editor’s Note: Such a dirty mind on such a young boy. Fear for the future of our once great nation.
In my vigilant search for the setlists of every comic in the world, a good friend of mine posed a simple question: “What if I don’t write set lists?”
This thought crossed my mind before. There are comedians whose sets reside only in their grey matter. Some people write out their jokes and just remember their set order. They experiment with things as they go along. We all work in different ways.
Recognizing this, I was forced me to come up with a way to exhibit their performance process without the fun little pictures that you’ve been seeing on this site since it launched last week.
I’ve dusted off my journalism skill to ask those people who don’t spend the minutes and hours before their performances memorizing these setlists why they don’t.
The ultimate goal with this Web site is to keep the amount of different features limited and retain its original spirit and simple concept in place. I envision that the new “Paperless Setlist” feature will be one the few, if not only, new thing that I put on here. I hope it works.
Comedian: Tree Sanchez
Location: The Funny Bone
City: St. Louis, Mo.
Date: Nov. 8, 2011 (set not performed)
Comment: “Cheetah pants”
Editor’s Note: When you hear the very patronizing statements about comedy being a tough world for women, you should think of the time I watched Tree Sanchez punch the shit out of a male comic. In the face, no less.
