Friday night's FuMP concert was awesome. Tom Smith, Luke Ski, Rob Balder, and myself packed the damned room and rocked for three flippin' hours with the always-welcome assistance and occasional intervention of TommyToony, the bestest sound guy ever. My favorite thing about our little comedy music scene is how well we all get along (despite the pockets of drama here and there,) how much we respect each other, and how well we're able to bounce stuff off each other. I think it makes the whole scene look very inviting. Friday night exemplified this to a huge degree - we did a "round robin" concert, doing plenty of our own songs, responding to each other's songs, covering other comedy musicians' songs, ad libbing stuff to do in the background for each other's songs (a zombie chorus line during Rob's cover of "Re: Your Brains," brandishing various phallic objects during Luke's cover of "Enormous Penis,") and dueting all over the friggin' place. We lost a few people after the two flippin' hour mark, so perhaps we should shave a flippin' hour off of this thing next time, but godDAYUM I can't wait to do this again. Soggy Potato Chips followed up the FuMP show with high-energy rockitude, but my wife, unfortunately, wasn't feeling well, so we had to leave halfway through his set to get some sleep.
Saturday was mostly a "sit in the hall and try to sell things" day. Kim had her jewelry for sale in the "Artist's Alley" and I was splitting time between her table, my merch table, and Tom and Rob's solo shows. Tom's show kicked as much ass as it usually does, and his "Pooh" suite managed to mutilate Tommy's brain beyond recognition to the point that he was forced to literally crawl under the table. Rob's set kicked somewhat more ass than usual - his live performances just keep getting better. His performance of "80's Chords" included air-keyboarding WITH THE OLDSCHOOL YAMAHA SINGLE-FINGER CHORDS (single key for major, key plus its preceeding black key for minor.) I don't know if anyone else got this, but it goddamn slayed me.
My solo show Saturday night was, annoyingly, opposite both the masquerade and the giant singing Tesla coils (yes, giant singing Tesla coils - look 'em up on YouTube,) which meant I had a far smaller crowd. We still had a lot of fun - particularly when somebody in a large padded Satan suit came into the room, prompting me to alter my set to include "What Your Parents Think" to please the fluffy dark lord.
(Photo viciously ripped from Luke Ski's livejournal)
I also managed to cheer up some people at the front desk - while Tommy was setting up, I realized there was a "Guest Services" phone behind me, and picked it up to have the audience scream "WE LOVE YOU, GUEST SERVICES!" Whoever was on the phone obviously had a sense of humor and seemed to greatly appreciate the call. I performed "My Wife" for the first time in a longass while, dedicated, of course, to Kim - who as of yesterday I have been with for TEN FRIGGIN' YEARS and she still manages to amaze me on a daily basis.
Saturday night was partying and alcohol and a roving hallway pirate bar and bubbles and cupcakes and pizza and assless chaps (not mine) and nipple absorbency tests and a luggage cart full of zombies and Turkish coffee and a pantsless Christmas ninja, among other things (and people wonder why us geeks tend to not be entertained by drinking beer in front of a football game. Jayzus.) Very creative room parties, very creative costumes. We unfortunately had to abandon the festivities around 1am or so in order to get some sleep and head out the next day to relieve our babysitter, missing both Frank Hayes and Luke Ski. Dammit. I need to spend more time talking to Frank, as he seems to rule.
So yeah. I know I'm forgetting to mention a lot of stuff because I'm only one cup of coffee into the day, but the major point is this: Thanks a buttload to everyone who showed up to our concerts and made noise and sung along and talked to us afterwards. You guys were friggin' awesome. PenguiCon is one of my favorite conventions to attend and perform at, and I can't wait to see you guys again next year.
Back to day job now.