I am a huge fan of doing the stand-up that I think the audience needs to hear. If there are jokes that I need to do to set up the next joke, I will do it.
"The thing about writing for a TV show is you have a boss who is going to yell at you, or potentially fire you if you don’t do your job."
Why, they ask, would we remind Greater Bostonians about the hell that awaits?
Improvising from Chicago, to Britain, to a Mousetrap near you
On the cable set in Somerville in August, Elsa Riot is doing her damndest to sync up an impromptu rendition of the herky-jerky Beach Blanket Bingo routine with a ruthless sonic pummeling by way of a group of apparent Motörhead adherents.
I was relieved and entertained to learn last year that my sympathies lie with a much larger assembly, namely the alleged “Dirtbag Left,” a loosely applied label for fans of the Chapo Trap House podcast and anyone else who genuinely loathes the work of Aaron Sorkin but lets people live at parties when they say they dig his shows because we’re more human than not.
"One day I picked her up from school and said, 'You’re going to ImprovBoston tomorrow.'"
Have you ever crashed the cab? Have you ever been robbed in the cab? What’s the weirdest thing that ever happened? Did anyone ever throw up in the cab? I get that last one often.
"They thought it was a trend. Eventually I’d get back into music. They say, okay, let’s use the fans on the comedy and bring them back over here. And that’s cool. But after long it was like, shoot, the comedy is what it is."
Dana Jay Bein scrubs tubs to tell jokes and has zero regrets. Mostly.