I started in New York. About six weeks later, I was back in Boston, did shows here, then moved to LA and hated it and moved back. It’s been a steady stream; you look up, and you’re like, Damn, eight years.
Recommendations from the comics who grub in places week in and week out
"A large chunk of escape room clientele is corporate team building, so every day I meet people my age with mortgages and 401Ks while my coworkers and I bonk each other on the head with plastic swords and talk about weird online sex communities."
Dana Jay Bein scrubs tubs to tell jokes and has zero regrets. Mostly.
"It’s this antiquated thing that shows you how much innocence we’ve lost in just a number of years."
"The book came out in February and it’s called Dead People Suck. It’s about my dad. It’s a comedic memoir about my dad dying of cancer. It covers hospice care, things you want an old person to do before they die, how you want to prepare yourself for your parental death, and ultimately your status as a middle age orphan."
Not to say there aren’t great comics in LA, it just seems like they’re all out there trying to get famous. You’re from Boston, you understand. It’s the blue collar wise-ass remarks, fast talking with a little bit of swag to it. I think the audience gets a kick out it.
Seven comics. Two hours. One historic summit on the state of stand-up comedy in the Hub.
For instance, one of the authors is fervently anti-brunch, and the other is NOT a monster.