RYAN PAULSON & FRIENDS at Eastville January 20

Happy New Year! Now go see this show.
It will feature (and possibly in this order)...

Danny Leary

Sean Crespo

Ellis and Park

Shawn Hollenbach

Dave Dickerson

Sandra Bulleo

Tom Shillue

Warren Holstein

Ann Carr

Ben Kissel


and Mr. Ryan Paulson himself.

Tom Shillue's SUPERNORMAL

Tom Shillue will be putting his hilarious one-man opus Supernormal up at the Green Room in April, and he'd like his peers to attend and offer their thoughts. Who would one of his peers be? Well, that's you, Mister or Missus Comedian.


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To my fellow comics,

The Green Room at the Bleeker Street Theater is producing a run of my new show Supernormal. I would love for all my peers to see this show.

So, for the next two weeks I've arranged a two for one deal for comics and performers. It will be run on the honor system-if you say you are a performer, the theater will give you the discount. You can bring a non-performer with you, or just get half price tickets for yourself. If you lie about being a performer, however, the guilt will probably crush you in due time. The honor system works!

Just use the link below, and enter the code word HALF when buying tickets, and you will see a new drop down window with the special deal. The whole process is fun and will make you feel like a secret agent.

The discount dates are April 6, April 13. Just click here: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/60010
And do that thing you're hopefully going to do.

The first part of this run will be considered previews, and there will be a brief feedback session after the show. I would love for you to come and participate as I shape this show. If you don't, the guilt will probably crush you.

Thanks,
Tom Shillue

The Northern Star interviews Sean Crespo (pppsssst...that's me)

When not doing stand-up, New York-based comedian Sean Crespo reviews TV shows for his Web series, “No Prior Knowledge.” Crespo recently took time out of his schedule to speak with the Northern Star about his acclaim as a stand-up and offer advice to those interested in a career in comedy.
CLICK HERE FOR MORE

Or if you'd like to skip right ahead to my advice...click here. Once you go to the link, you'll understand. It'll all come together finally in one glorious moment of foam-battle understanding.

Excelsior,
Sean

P.S. The part about my having "acclaim" was not my idea. I think I can learn to live with it though.

P.P.S. Unfortunately, my credits were listed incorrectly in the opening paragraph. The credits should have been for Comedy Central's Weekly Evil and as a contributor for The Onion News Network. Instead I was listed as working for The Onion (which I don't) and a publication called "Comedy Central." I've already emailed the paper for a correction, though if there is a paper called "Comedy Central," I bet most of its budget is spent on fending off the same lawsuit over and over again.

Dear All Comedians...You Should Quit Now. Dave Chappelle can cover for ALL of us.

This weekend, from Thursday to Saturday evening, I was the featuring act for Lizz Winstead at Punchline in San Francisco. It was my first time there. I was incredibly excited. The shows were great, Lizz was awesome as always, and all was very well...

...up until Dave Chappelle decided to have a midnight comedy show after our two Saturday shows. That's when my world blew to glorious shit.

(I apologize for the lack of intelligence, or at least valuable word choice. If you'd seen what I just had, you'd also be a verbal vegetable.)

Watching Dave perform is like watching god fuck the clouds and then have it rain unbearable but necessary wisdom and joy.

The human form is incapable of extended habitation in a such a place. And such is the challenge of watching Dave perform. It's simply too good.

Two hours of what was probably going to be a five hour impromptu Chappelle show, that was enough for me. I have a plane to catch in 3 hours anyway. I'm tired. I may not sleep in order to ensure I'm awake to get to the damn flight. Oh my god, I'm loopy now. I've done five shows this week at this amazing club. And now I go.

But only after I get to see the one person on this planet whose stand up performances are so awe inspiring they force me consider quitting, and to then go door to door to all other comedians and share some literature with them about the work of the Great Leader Dave and how they'd be doing their country and culture a service by simply finding another line of work.

"Mr. Dave's got us all covered!" I'd shout from outside a fellow comedian's premises. "You should really think about a career in fridge and air conditioning repair! Or you can spread the Good Word just like me!"

As I dove to avoid the shots that would then be pinging off nearby rocks, I'd take comfort in my new path, in the knowledge that no matter what horrible, awful fate befell me...Dave Chappelle would be able to casually toss off the funniest thing anyone would ever hear about my circumstances and then continue on for another four hours, leaving to a standing ovation that would make the 2004 Red Sox World Series crowd seem sleepy-eyed by comparison.

Dave, I love you.

But I also hate you.

But also, I love you.