Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Stuck In The Middle

Stuck In The Middle                                                  1220

Wednesday, June 29, 2005-11:50 A.M.

Ouch.  What a mess I walked myself into yesterday.

I was waiting on an itinerary for this week's shows in West Palm Beach.  When I didn't get it right away, I panicked, wrote and called the booking agency and told them to consider me cancelled, and picked up a Saturday date that another booking agency was scrambling to fill.  I was settling for less money, but to me, less was better than nothing.

Today, booker "A" called me and straightened things out, which means I had to call booker "B" and cancel the date I just took, three days before the gig.  So now I'm at the Lady Lake public library, posting the booker "B" gig on the internet and hoping there's a comic in the area who can fill in.  This sort of thing doesn't happen very often to me, but it's common in this business, so I really get uncomfortable when it's my turn.

Dammit.

Well, what's done is done, and now it's time to get on to bigger and better things.  After allowing my head to clear, and talking about it a little bit with my father, I am definitely going to run for public office.  My wife also thinks it's a good idea, but she's a little more cautious than I am.  I seem to be convinced that my charisma will carry the day, but Pam's a little more grounded in the facts that I have no experience, no money, and little name recognition outside of Rochester, NY.  So I will procede cautiously, and try to do what good I can inside my sphere of influence.

In the meantime, I drew up about 30 or so platform planks that I will undoubtedly be questioned about, and I will answer a few of them today, and a few more tomorrow, and so on, until I've covered just about everything of interest (and more, I assure you).  If there's a topic you believe I haven't touched on that you would like me to address, please e-mail me at YuksOnMe@aol.com and I'll make sure that I get to it right away.

These topics are addressed in no particular order, but I will try to include topics of interest in the areas of social concern, fiscal concern, and then throw in a few issues of my own that I believe are given short shrift in political debate...things nobody thinks about or talks about, but are important nonetheless.

ABORTION

This topic seemed to sway a lot of folks in the last Presidential election.  John Kerry's comments that he was a good Catholic and was even an altar boy when he was younger, but still supported stem cell research, seemed to turn a lot of folks off.  I was raised Catholic, but stopped going to Sunday school in the third grade.  My attendance was so bad in the second grade, the nuns told my parents that they needed to hold me back a grade.  This made me an object of ridicule amongst the public school students whom I attended classes with during the week who attended Sunday school with me on the weekend; after all, who gets left back a grade in Sunday school?  Apparently, me.  So I stopped going all together.  Years later, 1993 to be exact, I got mixed up in drugs (cocaine, to be exact), and giving my life and trust to Christ was the only thing that helped me in the recovery of that treacherous time.  I'm still not a regular church-goer...I'm usually driving home from somewhere on a Sunday morning, having performed shows out of town on Saturday night.  So I'm not exactly in lock-step with the traditional Christian stance on abortion.  My attitude is simply this; my wife and I have a beautiful, healthy baby girl that we wanted, planned on, and are prepared to support and raise.  We are in the 100% range when it comes to deciding whether or not to have a baby is a good decision.  Some folks don't have that luxury.  Pure and simple.  If a woman is raped and becomes impregnated, should she be obligated to carry her attacker's baby for nine months, and then give the child up for adoption or raise the child herself, a living reminder of her trauma?  Is that a Christian decision to require her to do that?  I wouldn't make that decision for someone.  The woman's been through enough.  How about a woman who becomes pregnant, and through ultrasound technology or other investigations, the doctors conclude that the child wouldn't be totally healthy?  I worked with a woman who gave birth to a child who didn't have all of her spine and heart.  The child died four months after birth.  Is it Christian to allow a child to go through the pain of all the procedures that were tried in those four months to keep the child alive, even though everyone involved knew they were grasping at straws?  I think abortion, even though I detest the idea of using it as after-the-fact birth control, needs to be allowed and used when the situation dictates.  Every situation is different, and to pretend that one sweeping policy will cover all and make it good is ridiculous, small-minded and wrong.  And if you try to tell me that human beings shouldn't have the power that God reserves to determine life and death, then I say to you...

CAPITAL PUNISHMENT

...is wrong, too.  Pure and simple.  Lifetime imprisonment in solitary confinement is worse than death for crimes that are barbaric and heinous.  And, if the State finds out that an individual is wrongly imprisoned, they can let the guy go!  It's a win-win!  And if you complain to me that the cost of lodging a criminal for life is expensive, it's actually right about the same as the appeals process for a death-row inmate.  And without tying up valuable court time.  The end.

TAXES

This is a touchy subject.  People hate it when you mess with their money.  But that's the point, isn't it?  Poor people don't object so much, because they have less money to mess with.  There are actually laws that protect poor people from having their money messed with because at some point, lawmakers decided that you can't deny someone the basics of life (food, clothing, shelter) once they start hovering near the poverty line.  I, myself, flirt dangerously with the poverty line every day of my life.  I have a wife and a child, and a job where work comes in fits and starts (read the above account way up at the top).  So I understand the passion with which both the rich and the poor feel about their money.  As the middle class dwindles away, the rich will soon have to bear the tax burden.  And I mean all of it.  My conservative brother, whom I love even though he is a callous nitwit, whenever we discuss this, says "You can't punish the rich for being rich."  I don't mean to punish the rich.  But if you overtax the rich (and no one will ever come up with a rate that is fair...high-paid accountants will always find a loophole), you will not deny them the qualities of life.  And as a matter of fact, if you do overtax the rich, and dump the money into programs that help the poor, you get the benefit of a lot less poor people mugging, burglarizing and robbing the rich to put food on their tables.  A hungry, sheltered guy usually doesn't go out and get a gun and cause trouble...I believe Elvis covered  this in his song "In The Ghetto."  And if that cracker hillbilly can get it right, what's wrong with the rest of us?

HEALTH CARE

The Hippocratic oath, the oath that doctors take to treat every patient, regardless of their right to pay, is a sacred one.  However, hospital adminstrators, HMO personnel, insurance agents and the like do not take this oath.  Catostrophic injury or illness can and does strike everyone, with little regard to financial worth.  If all men are created equal, like the Declaration of Independence says, then don't we all deserve equal care?  If you stand idly by while people go without proper health care, prescription medication, life-saving surgeries or other processes, there is a special place in Hell for you, my friend.  Denying care is a by-product of greed, and I won't have it on my watch.

SUPERHEROES

You heard me, jackass.  Why don't we have any?  We've got amazing technologies in place already...how come we don't have a Batman or an Iron Man?  All they are is normal guys with good technology.  You can take a picture with a phone, program a computer to launch a missile that will hit a target the size of a loaf of bread 3,000 miles away, send real time information about temperatures on Mars all the way back to Earth, you'd think we'd have a Super Soldier or two flying around New York or Los Angeles keeping the peace.  We certainly could have used one on 9/11, huh?  And people like superheroes.  They stand for Truth, Justice and the American way, they give kids role models, people to look up to, and finally, they give color newspapers like USA TODAY something interesting to put on the front page.  Wouldn't you love to see a front page color picture of Spider Man webbing some terrorists or drug dealers to a lamppost?  I sure would.  I think we need to start working on this stuff right away.  It sure would make the world a lot safer than some politician sitting at a desk wondering whether or not the wording of a law was correct or not.

More tomorrow.

Ralph Tetta

Rochester, NY

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Politician

Politician                                                                                    1212

Tuesday, June 28, 2005-2:22 P.M.

I'm getting ready to leave sunny Florida, USA and go back home to Rochester.  I'm still waiting on the itinerary for my weekend gig in West Palm Beach, Florida, but as of now, it has not been received.  I'm wary of a gig with no itinerary; have I been fired and just don't know it?  Is the gig still there?  If I'm unemployed, I'd like to get a jump on the Fourth of July traffic this weekend and get home for a few days of R 'N' R.

I took Ray to the Orlando airport yesterday.  And when I say I took him to the Orlando airport yesterday, I mean it took all day yesterday to get him there and then return to my father's house.  The traffic was horrific, and it rained like a scene out of The Ten Commandments.  At least Ray got home safely.  And I spent 6 hours in my car, where I seem to spend all of my time now.

I have decided that my life's work is to enter the world of politics.  I don't know the law and I don't know how government works, but I feel exceptionally called to help straighten out the bullshit state our country is in.

For the record, I don't know what level of elective office I am going to try for, but I'll shoot as high as possible.  I'm not ruling out a run for Governor of New York, if I can get the financing together.  I think a plain-talking family man like myself might do well, if I can get my message across and move the hearts of common working people.  I have no experience, but I think the American people don't mind that if the guy's (or gal's) heart is in the right place.  We live in a country that saw Jesse Ventura, a professional wrestler and actor, become governor of Minnesota.  I think a comedian can do just as well.

Tonight, I'm going to sit down and create a platform.  Tomorrow, I'll list my stance on issues.  In the meantime, if you'd like to ask me questions or suggest issues I should address, e-mail me at YuksOnMe@aol.com.  I sure would like to hear from you.

Ralph Tetta
Rochester, NY

Monday, June 27, 2005

Hot Blooded

Hot Blooded                                                                         1203

Monday, June 27, 2005-10:00 A.M.

Dear Hustler,

I thought it would never happen to me, but it did.  I was attacked by two women in a bar who did me right on the pool table.

Actually, it didn't happen that way.  But it could have.

Saturday night's show in Valdosta, Georgia, was an interesting affair.  The show was supposed to come off at 8:30, but didn't start until 9:00.  At times, it seemed like there would be no crowd to play to, and many people walked in and out of the room before showtime, offering false hope, and then dashing that hope to the ground when they left.  Come to find out, the bartender was being very fastidious about checking I.D.'s, and if the patrons were not 21 years of age or more, they were asked to leave.

So the show went on at 9:00, with about 15 people in attendance, and it was o.k.  There were two ladies in attendance, Krissy and Jackie, two divorcees who were out for a good time.  They cackled and interrupted the show, not in a mean way, but interrupting nonetheless.  After the show, they hung around with Ray and myself and were asking us out to another bar, which I, being the married one, respectfully declined.  Ray, however, had no wedding ring or alibi, so he got his rear-end fondled and his package grabbed, and he bitched at me at length the next day.  Jackie bit my neck at one point.  They were interested in more fun than Ray and I could provide together.  Alack and alas.

We went book shopping the next day at one of those joints that advertise "No book over $3!"  And the place was rife with biographies of Bill Frist and Laura Bush and a bunch of other right-wing standard bearer losers.  What could I possibly glean from the biography of Laura Bush?  How to be a honky Stepford wife?  Puh-lease.

Ray flies home to Rochester today at 2:00 P.M., and I have a week or less before my big drive home.  I'm still waiting on an itinerary for this weekend's work, and if I don't get it, I'm going to be able to go home early, which right now would be quite a blessing.  I'm tired and homesick and want to be with my wife and daughter again.  Not that my father's company hasn't been fun, but I spent 30 years with him, so it's all just more of the same.

Enjoy your family today, because trust me, you will miss them like hell when they're (or you're) gone.

Ralph Tetta
Rochester, NY

Saturday, June 25, 2005

All Mixed Up

All Mixed Up                                                                1196

Saturday, June 25, 2005-12:24 P.M.

Good afternoon from Waycross, Georgia.  Last night's show was interesting and weird, like masturbating with a piece of raw liver.  It felt good, but I knew it was just wrong.

The room, which was in the Holiday Inn we were staying in, was all wrong for comedy.  There was a big dance floor (for the karaoke after the show), and the bartender insisted on running the big blender during Ray's set, and then not running it at all during mine.  So now you get interruptions during the guy who is setting the tone for the show, and pissed off customers during the headliner's set because they can't get their blender drinks.  Better to do either or and be consistent for the show.  Alas, the folks were clueless, and explained it away; "We thought last week was the final week of comedy for the season, but it's next month."  OK, so that's the perfect explanation on why everything is done half-ass.  I love a good rationalization, I hardly go a day without one, but that's total bullshit.

Dinner was good, though.  At least there was a comped meal involved.  A nice steak and baked potato, and the fact that I had already been paid for the performance in advance, really took the edge off.  I was so comfortable, I dropped my pants on stage.  Again, the show was good, but afterwards, it was obvious that I was just a time-killer until the karaoke patrons came in.  They couldn't wait to fill those slips out and get up and sing the same country songs they listened to in their pickup trucks with the cracked windshields on the way to the show.  Que Sera.

Tonight, the show is in Valdosta, Georgia, and experience shows that the crowd will be a little more metropolitan, even though the city hold little more than 44,000 people.  I will make the best of it, and continue to count the days until I can go home.  For those that are counting, that's late night on July 5th I will pull my car into the driveway of my home in Rochester, and get out and kiss mywife, my daughter, and the ground, and not necessarily in that order.

Today it's cool and rainy, and that's a nice break from the sweltering heat we've been having down here all month.  Thank God for the rain!

Ralph Tetta

Rochester, NY

Friday, June 24, 2005

Loser

Loser                                                                       1189

Friday, June 24, 2005-7:33 A.M.

Reporting from the Island Lounge at the Cumberland Hotel in St. Mary's, Georgia.  Good morning to you, and congratulations to the San Antonio Spurs on their NBA championship.  It seems like just yesterday that I was in Michigan for the final game of Detroit's sweep over the Lakers for their NBA championship.  Ah, well, dynasties fall hard.

Last night, the show was a typical knife-fight.  I played this venue last year and was greeted with a round of silence like you never heard before.  I was bound and determined not to be a victim this year, and really cut loose on the crowd.  It was work, but I survived, and sold some product.  I also drank about three Jim Beams, one courtesy of a table who I later met out for breakfast, unplanned.  There's a Huddle House restaurant right next to the hotel, Waffle House style food and open 24 hours.  Hoo-rah.

The folks were nice enough, and were from all over the country...St. Mary's, Georgia is a submarine base for the Navy.  There was a girl from Oregon, a guy from Texas, another guy from Georgia, an Italian guy (don't remember where he was from) and a redneck girl who was completely crazy.  She was telling me stories of how she used to be hooked on cocaine, and would strip at a club, make $300 a night, blow that on coke, and then perform oral sex to get more money for coke.  She also has two children, a 3-year-old and an 11-year-old.  God, please love those children.

Today, Ray and I head off to Waycross, Georgia.  I'm looking forward to it...it was a fun time last year, even though there were only about 10 people at the gig.  They have a Southern-style buffet that they treat the comics to, and when I say Southern-style, that means that there's ham and bacon in everything.  Green beans?  With ham.  Lima beans?  With bacon.  I think there was some pork in my diet Coke, but I can't totally be sure.

A quick read of the Florida Times Union (Georgia edition) over my continental breakfast of waffles and milk revealed that the "Bewitched" movie is a bomb.  Well, no shit.  Will Ferrell is terrible, I don't care how much you like him, he sucks and you suck for liking him.  I don't understand why Hollywood thinks they can just lay out any piece of crap as a vehicle for a comic "star" and we'll continue to patronize it.  People want stories that matter, comedies that are funny, and stars that are truly talented.  I didn't like "Bewitched" when it was a TV show, so why would I want to see a movie made 30 years after the show it's based on was cancelled?  Didn't we learn anything from "The Flintstones: Viva Rock Vegas" starring the guy that wasn't John Goodman?  Listen up, Hollywood...write some scripts instead of digging bones of old TV shows.  Give us characters that we care about and comedy that's funny, and not just Adam Sandler pissing on a wall.

Did I mention Will Ferrell sucks?

Ralph Tetta

Rochester, NY

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Cinema

Cinema                                                 1185

Thursday, June 23, 2005-1:50 P.M.

Yesterday, I whiled away the time at my father's house by watching movies.  He's a movie buff, and has literally over 1,500 titles on VHS tape.  He has shelves built into a walk-in closet to house all of them, and I was notified that upon his passing, I will inherit them.  Oh boy.

I watched "Monster's Ball" last night, a film I actually bought for him last year when I was down here in Florida (I visit for a month or so each year).  It was quite a dark film, and it showed an ugly part of the South...the racist, poor, violent stuff that nobody likes to talk about.  I find it funny that "the Bible belt" has the highest incidence of prejudice, violence, and ignorance, not to mention poverty.  Of course, that's not to say that our urban centers in the North don't have those things, think of the murder and violent crime rates in New York, Detroit, Washington and Philadelphia; but in the South, it seems to be more focused on, perhaps because of the smaller populations.  Regardless, it is my belief that every stereotype has a root in truth, and upon my visits to the South, I've found them to be quite truthful.

For instance, in Biloxi, Mississippi, I did a joke that I do every night, about Halloween.  I say that normal folks have normal Halloweens.  Your mother puts a sheet over you, cuts a couple of eye holes, and you go as a ghost.  I was the fat kid, so my mother put an afghan over me and sent me out as a couch.  The joke gets a nice laugh.  I follow it up with the line "I tried that joke in (insert southern state here), and they said 'Hell, we do that now!'"  It's a Klan reference, and it always gets the laugh.  Well, I was in Mississippi, so I decided instead of using a different state, which I would do, I used Mississippi itself.  It got probably the biggest laugh of the evening, because it's TRUE.  Black folks and white folks alike got a chuckle out of it, and frankly, that's sad.

Life imitates art, and that's unfortunate.  See a good movie today, if you can.  I promised my precious wife Pamela that I wouldn't see Star Wars III without her, and it's killing me.  I will, however, probably see Batman Begins this weekend, because I'm a huge comic book fan and can't hold off.  Besides, a nice, air-conditioned theater is what I'll need to escape the Georgia heat.

See a nice movietoday.  I recommend "The Terminal" if you're going to rent, or check out "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" which is on HBO this month.  And don't forget the popcorn!

Ralph Tetta

Rochester, NY

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Bark At The Moon

Bark At The Moon                                               1175

Wednesday, June 22, 2005-1:50 P.M.

Good afternoon from the Lady Lake Public Library in Lady Lake, Florida.  I'm home safe after a grueling drive from Biloxi, Mississippi, to my dad's house in Central Florida.  What a weekend it was, even if the shows were on Sunday and Monday rather than Friday and Saturday.

Sunday night's show was at a bar called Howl At The Moon in Fort Walton Beach, Florida.  All the warnings I received about the rough 'n' tumble crowds they get were hogwash.  Nobody sent shots up on stage for me, nobody heckled me beyond what I call a "joyous heckle," one where the audience member is so moved by what you said that they felt obligated to respond, and they were very attentive during my whole set.  And to top it off, I tied the merchandise sales record for this tour.  Hooray for me!

Howl At The Moon is one of those "dueling piano" bars, and one of the guys looked just like Dana Carvey.  We wound up speaking for a few minutes while Paul Hooper was on stage doing his thing.  We also had a guest spot, Marc Ryan, who was visiting from Los Angeles.  It was a great show all the way around, and I had a lot of fun.  Which was good, because the night started out with a total cock-up, I arrived at the hotel after my 5-hour drive, and the desk clerk had no knowledge of me, the bar which had been lodging their comics there for years, and couldn't pull up any name I gave him.  I proceded to the bar (which the desk kid had never heard of and didn't know where it was even though it was three blocks down the road) and hooked up with Paul, who had the same problems I did.  We stayed at the club until the assistant manager, Mick, let us in, and he called Steve, the manager, who went down to the hotel and set things straight.  I won't tell you the name of the hotel chain, but I've spent many a Days Inn them.

The next day, I had a two hour drive to Biloxi, Mississippi, the home of the Casino Magic Resort.  The room, a jacuzzi suite, was one of the nicest rooms I've ever been put up in.  I like the casinos, because they go all out to make the talent feel comfortable.  I got a comped buffet pass, and had a nice meal before the show, but skipped the crab legs...I justdon't know how to open those things.  It seems like too much work to go through for some food.

The show was good...the average age in the room was easily 65 or older.  I did a clean show, mugged around a little bit, and enjoyed my time.  As I got off stage, which was a standard Vegas-style showroom thing with a big ramp going down the middle of the room, a lady came up to me and said that she saw me in New Smyrna Beach, Florida two weeks ago.  What are the odds, I said.  Apparently, the odds were 1 out of 1, because there we were.

The trip back to Florida yesterday was grueling.  560 miles, and I managed it in just under 8 hours.  You do the math...and consider stops for gas, rest areas and bathroom breaks, and the odd construction slowdown here and there.  Also, there were cops everywhere, which I managed to evade, praise the Lord.  Then after a nice nap, I headed to Orlando to pick Ray Salah up at the airport.  We're doing the big Giggles Georgia tour, which I enjoyed very much last year.  I'm looking forward to our shows this weekend.  It's always a bonus to go to nice places where they treat you nice, and an even bigger bonus to bring a friend along to enjoy it with.

I got word today that I just picked up a one-nighter that falls in the middle of a week where I would normally have had the night off.  Just when I think I can't possibly schedule any more work this year, I managed to squeeze one in.  God is looking out for me, no doubt about it.

I continue to miss my wife and daughter, and I'm counting the days until I return home.  For the record, that's 13 days.

Have a wonderful week, and remember that God can't answer prayers that you don't make.

Ralph Tetta
Rochester, NY