Hey SoCal McCleaniacs!
I have TWO shows this upcoming week!
I’m so excited to tell you I’m BACK at El Cid as the featured performer on Monday!! Get there by 7:30 to get a good seat. It’s only $5 cover and there’s no drink minimum, but you shouldn’t deny yourself the incredible sangria.
If you miss Monday, I’ll be back at Canteen Points at The Good Nite in North Hollywood on Thursday, Dec. 15. That show starts around 8pm, and if you’re a comic, you can sign up for the open mic! It’s a lottery for 5 slots. (get there at 7:30 for that… you might have to wait outside for a second if they don’t haven’t opened the doors yet)
So, remember when I was committing to a shitty first draft each day? And how it lasted 3 days until the election and then I went into a kind of anxious depressive shell like a lot of us did? And I recorded 2 more, wrote 1 more after that? And it’s been crickets since?
I’m sure the only person counting on me doing this every day was me. But… fuck it. Butt-fuck it, even.
But now I have 6 shitty first drafts of brand new songs. And now I know that I can write a song really quickly within the creative limitations . I did realize after the first couple that most of my creative time was towards brand new stuff, and not working on the drafts to develop them or practicing anything else, mostly because I didn’t make the time for anything else. But I have to remember that even the shitty first drafts are practice: getting my hands on the banjo, writing, singing. “No practice is wasted.”
Old Courtney used to beat herself up about not being able to commit to something like this, but now I realize that is a waste of energy, and if I’m not feeling that kind of creative output, I’m not going to do it well. We all do things our own way, no matter what books, people, assholes are going to tell you differently.
But seriously, I better get to some practice for Monday’s show. Keep your chins up, McCleaniacs, and keep fighting the good fight. See you soon?
