Day In The Life (Grand Falls Casino, Larchwood, IA)

Here's some footage of me from the last night of my 3-city, 4-night trek (Pittsburgh, PA-Eau Claire, WI-Larchwood, IA) with a pit stop in Chicago visiting my mama. Iowa...Just another day in paradise :)

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Greetings From The Loony Bin Pt. 2 (Little Rock, AR)

The Loony Bin Comedy Club franchise has 4 locations: Tulsa, OK, Oklahoma City, OK, Wichita, KS and Little Rock, AR.  If you asked me which one I liked the most?  Couldn't tell ya.  It's like having 4 kids and somebody asking "Well, which one's your FAVORITE?!"  I'll tell you I love them all equally...then you can decide for yourself by the stories I tell :)

I think the most amazing thing about all of them is how well they've paired me with the other comics they bring in.  I'm pretty sure I've made friends (not aquaintences, but REAL friends) because of that, which I am grateful for.  You can never have enough people you can trust in this industry.  Tulsa has Adriana Boyd, I flat out love her.  Oklahoma City has Angie, the assistant manager/ass kicker who's addicted to IHOP (don't tell her I said that, she'll actually kick my ass...I've SEEN it).  Wichita has Wiz, the Green Mile type magical driver/bodygaurd brotha who sings La Bamba in perfect Spanish.  And Little Rock has...EVERYBODY.  They were like a true family and everyone looked out for each other.  WhatEVER I needed that week, they supplied.  I don't really party, I eat bad food and watch bad cartoons, so those are the type of needs I was having met (in case you were wondering :) )  For instance, when word got out that I love the cartoon Squidbillies, two different staff members supplied me with Squidbillies dvds to take back to the condo with me.  I watched them with Kristen Key, my super awesome comic roommate for the week, and as I laughed incessantly and ate tons of gas station beef jerky and ice cream cookies...Kristen asked "Are you SURE you don't smoke pot???"  Unless there was pot in those ice cream cookies, the answer is No (but seriously, someone should check those cookies.  Toll House Ice Cream Cookies = Mouth Party!)  Plus, the people I met from the audience have to be some of the most genuinely awesome people I've ever encountered.  They truly enjoy what we do as performers, and didn't try to tell us jokes or monopolize attention after the show (surprisingly rare it turns out!)

Me and Amy (Little Rock Loony Bin)

My favorite of the week was a girl named Amy that sat in the front row at my late show.  I have this bit I do about Crazy Bitches where I start by asking "Where are ALL the ladies at?" (applause) "Now, where are all the Crazy Bitches at?" (See now in MY opinion...it should sound about equal (BURN.) But there's always less applause, naturally. So I start dwindling down the applause even more by naming instances of Crazy Bitchery that the women will only keep applauding for if they are...well...an AUTHENTIC Crazy Bitch lol) But this time, the further I went...the more and more I was describing her it turns out.  So I KEPT going...until I ran outta shit.  She couldn't be stopped!  She was LOVING it, laughing and cheering the whole time with her homegirl Victoria, so much so that their boyfriends started sinking down in their seats like "Ohhh Shit, they really ARE Crazy!" [Joy!]  At one point, I high-fived them both from the stage for their refreshing honesty.  I talked to them for a minute after the show, and it turns out they're not crazy at all.  Matter of fact, Amy is a mom of 3 working as a CNA and going to school to become a teacher because she loves "molding young children's minds"...I wish her the best because I hate kids, so if she can make them smarter and more functional in today's society, I'm her biggest fan.  As for YOU, humble reader, remember to tell dem kids "They is Stroooong, they is Smaaaart, they is IMPO'TANT!" ( The Help...don't ask.)

Here are a few of the other faces I met that night (Warning: I signed a boob in this video.  Cover your kid's eyes!):

Alvin Williams Live & Unplugged at Washington State DVD on sale!

My new dvd Alvin Williams Live & Unplugged at Washington State is now on sale at www.alvinwilliamscomedy.com! Just go to my store and it will be there waiting for you.  Your support means everything to me, and I did this dvd for all the people who don't get to see me live but cheer me on from afar!  This dvd would not be possible without the talents of Adam Wallberg and Across The Street Media, the teamwork of the Wazzu Gammas, and of course, the visionary behind the entire project, Shades of Black President Kwapi Vengesayi.  Thank you all in advance for your purchase, and PLEASE spread the word!!!  Here's the trailor:

My New DVD Available Jan 16th!

Happy New Year Everyone!  Hope you had a great end to 2011.  Ready for a great start to 2012?  How about THIS:  I FINALLY got my hands on a copy of my new dvd Alvin Williams LIVE & Unplugged at Washington State (Directed by Adam Wallberg).  It was a great show at the college and now it's immortal!  Watched it beginning to end yesterday and I must say...not bad :) You be the judge though, here's some quick snippets!

The dvd will be available for purchase on my website (click my face on the blog at the top) this Monday, Jan 16th!  I decided to wait to release it on MLK day because without him, my life on the road and my freedom of speech in predominantly non-black areas would always be in question. Thank you AGAIN Dr. King!

 So as you can see from my schedule I'm back on the road in a major way, which is why I don't write nearly as much on here, so please continue to write me, comment on my blogs, and come to my shows so that I know my efforts aren't going for not (that can't be a proper sentence huh? :) )

 Later! Al

Broadway Comedy Club (New York City)

 My professional comedy career began in Boise, ID when I was 22 years old.  I love that city, it's super comfortable to live in.  With the friends and support that I had while living there I felt I could've spent the rest of my life performing in Idaho, but I knew in order to make it to the next level, I had to leave.  This summer I went to New York for the first time in my career.  I was invited to do a taping for Comedy Time TV, making me the first comic to be featured 3 times on their network!  Everyone got their champagne glasses up?  No?  Well here's a quick clip from the show to keep you busy while the others run to the kitchen:

This trip was special.  Extra special.  It capped off a very important goal for me as a traveling comic. I wanted to perform at comedy clubs in Los Angeles, Chicago, and New York within the next 3 years, and I was able to do it in less than 1 year.  After it was all over, I took some time to take in the sights in NYC, one of the most amazing cities on EARTH.  Their food rivals that of my hometown, Chicago.  Of course, I've spent half my life there, so I will have to do more field research to give NYC a fair shot :)  Here was my day:

I've accomplished and exceeded every goal I had for 2011.  Now I'm planning for next year.  And quite honestly, I cannot WAIT!  To all my friends who helped me accomplish feats in my career that I could've only dreamed of a year ago, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I love you for everything that you do.

Sincerely,

Al

Me in NYC!

Acting Black in Idaho...

This summer I was chillin at home when I received an email that simply said "FW: Commercial Audition".  It was from a reputable production company who I do lots of work with.  The company is based in Washington, but most of their casting is done in Idaho, so as soon as I started reading I became excited!  Because right there in big bold letters were the 3 words that I love seeing the most:

 "BLACK ACTOR NEEDED"

 I jumped for joy!  I was too excited!  I started looking at flights to see how fast I could get there!  WOO HOO!!!!...For those of you who are slow to get what I'm saying, try this equation:

Black Actor Needed + Boise, ID Audition = "CONGRATS YOU GOT THE PART!" 

 However, this one was going to be a challenge for me.  This time they were looking for a Black actor...in his 40's!  Now I've played a black man many times in my career (family dinners, church, and financial aid interviews to name a few), but I had NEVER played a black man in his 40's before!!!  What was I supposed to do?!  I only had a week.  So I started listening to lots of smooth jazz, watched a Tyler Perry movie (most of it anyway), and grew a beard.  But that was only half the challenge.  For the audition they were very specific on what they wanted...

"MUST BE ABLE TO DO THE RUNNING MAN"

Now here's the Black Dilemma:  "Of course I KNEW how to do the running man, but SHOULD I?"...This is when I look to the payment portion of the agreement for guidance...

$700/DAY ALL EXPENSES PAID

Or as I like to call it...Hammertime!!!!

I booked the flight, knowing full well the investment was worth it.  Hell, I already started making plans for the actual shoot days.  Once I arrived at the audition, I couldn't WAIT for them to see just how "40" I looked!  I even dressed like my dad:  I rocked the linen shirt with the top 2 buttons unopened to show some taco meat, loafers with no socks, the whole nine!  I get to the place ready to give them the address to send my check to...and a funny thing happened.  Turns out, when $700/day is on the table...Hammer's gonna have some back-up dancers around.  I have never seen so many bald black dudes in Idaho at one time (without a dj in the background I mean...snap.) in my LIFE!  I thought I was at a KC and JoJo look-a-like contest, and I was about to come in 7th place.  Plus they actually WERE 40yr olds...and they looked YOUNGER than me!  GEEZUS!  Who the hell let me come here?!  Even the casting directors were in shock!  I sat in the lobby in complete awe.  I thought to myself "Is this what my life is now?  I was gonna have to outdance other black people for money.  And the only dance I'm allowed to do...is THE RUNNING MAN?!"...I started talking to the other guys and I realized we were all kind've on the same page about the awkwardness of the moment.  As we all waited patiently for our turn to Bust-A-Move, I said to them "Even if I TOLD people about this moment, nobody's going to believe me."  We laughed for a minute, and then I had an idea.  I ran out to the car and grabbed my flip camera.  Believe me now???...

It's been 2 months since the auditions and I never got to speak with these gentlemen again...But I got a feeling they'll remember me real soon once they turn on their televisions this week...

Now STOP!...HAMMERTIME!!!

Allen, Christoper, and Lee "Brothas In Castin'" :)

Greetings From The Loony Bin! (Tulsa and Oklahoma City, OK)

Here's some clips of some of the more memorable characters I had a chance to meet while at the Tulsa and OKC Loony Bin Comedy Clubs. Gotta Love Oklahoma! Enjoy...

Stacy and Dana (Pinetop, AZ)

And now back to basics! This blog originally started because I like to film people I meet after shows. The more people see who I meet, the more they understand my stories...Meet Stacy and Dana. I had a chance to travel to Pinetop, AZ to perform at Monday Funday Comedy Night at The Hon-Dah Resort and Casino. This show takes place weekly in the middle of the MIDDLE of nowhere, and yet it's been going strong every week for 9 years running (If you know comedy, then you know that is impressive for a one-night venue). It was a PAIN to get to though, YEESH!  I'll spare you the grueling details about my airport rental car/shuttle bus drama, but just know I took two planes, a shuttle bus, AND drove 3.5hrs to get there in time for a 5pm mic check.   I was tired as hell, and once I got onstage I let the audience know "you better have some energy FOR me because if you don't it's gonna be a long-ass 59min. " (unprofessional I know!...but TRUE. Even the old people sitting up front had more energy than I did at that moment.)...The audience started laughing because they thought I was joking...I SO wasn't! Luckily for me some loud mouth chick at the back of the room blurted out something that got my spirit goin in the right direction at the right time...

I was talking about that Lifetime Channel show called SNAPPED!  It's a show that documents the true-life tales of married women who finally go off the deep-end and kill their husbands because they're tired of them leaving their socks around the house (I'm paraphrasing of course), and she yelled out "WOOO! THAT'S my SHOW!"...and the rest of the night basically took care of itself :)

 Afterwards, I found out that loud mouth chick had a name: Dana!  We had a chance to chat and she turned out to be really cool! She said her daughter, Stacy, had just moved into town and needed a quick pick-me-up in her life, so she brought her to Monday Funday because she figured Stacy could at least get a laugh out of giving shit to some unfunny comics (Dana herself has been kicked out multiple times for doing this btw, but she was lenient this night because she actually thought I was funny on my own :) )  I thoroughly enjoyed myself and they packed the place OUT. Very well done considering no one knew who the f**k I was coming in (I gotta FIX that!).

So THEN the ladies invited me out to the local tavern called The Lion's Den, and it was empty.  Dana apologized to me because she said "This place is normally PACKED".  I told her that "An empty, QUIET bar was the greatest gift you could've ever given me".  I was so thankful! lol  So we ate and drank and Dana taught me how to swing dance like a white person (I had a little trouble with the steps, so my white-guy form must've been PERFECT lol), and whatever negativity I had in my head about the trip melted away permanently.  Plus I'm proud to say that I got a personal invite to her husband's bday party (a.k.a. The Dirty 30) as a FRIEND, NOT a performer! :)  Here's me sayin goodbye to my new friends:

See ya at The Dirty 30 (?) :)

Warehouse Jackass Commercial

Hi Montana, seen any black people on tv recently?  Yep, that's me, lookin all employed and whatnot.  Don't worry, I not "takin yur jurbs!", I'm just an actor.  And ladies, I didn't get to keep the hat, so don't send me emails trying to book me for THOSE kind of parties.  It's for the Montana Work Safety commision.  It involves me, heavy machinery, and donkeys...what else do you need? :) Check it out!

"It was her FRIEND'S Monkey!" (Myrtle Beach, SC)

   So, if you've talked to me or seen a distinctly positive change in my demeanor recently, it's because I had myself a little vacation!  I went to New York City to do a taping for Comedy Time TV (which I'll blog about once it airs next month), and had an amazing time in Times Square.  It was magical!  I've always wanted to hang out somewhere that stayed up just as late as I did.  See I'm a night owl.  I'm the night owl who doesn't know it's time to go the f**K to SLEEP.  EVER.  I stay up way too late then I don't know what the hell to do during the early throws of what normal socially-adjusted sleepers refer to as "morning".  It's a pointless time.  Morning?  First of all, don't care for the name.  I don't want more of it.  I want less.  It should be called Lessning.  It lessens my sleep and my patience.  The sun is out, messing with my eyes when I'm tryin to sleep in.  Kids are up all over the world, watching Dragon Tales in 6 different languages,  playing, or worse, crying?  That sounds like the perfect time to be unconscious, doesn't it?  So that's what I TRY to do.  My whole life is at night, so why break my nature?...Oh well, so much for my positive demeanor...

      The New York taping was on a Monday, and I had a show scheduled in Myrtle Beach, SC for Wednesday that same week.  So I FIGURED, why not get there a day early and just enjoy myself?  I had heard nothing but good things about Myrtle Beach, and after spending a couple days immersed in the culture there I can now confidently say they're ALL true!  What an amazing place!  Everything is lit up and stays open all night, which is perfect for night owls like me!  I hung out at the Boardwalk for hours!  Tons of people hangin out, enjoying the beach.  I personally have never cared for being out at the beach, but for some reason this night was different.  I wasn't scheduled to be anywhere or do anything.  So I decided to put my Flip camera in my pocket just this once.  I looked around, took a deep breath of fresh ocean air, took my shoes off to enjoy the sand sifting between my toes, and started walking.  I walked for a long time too!  That's when I found out something incredible:  I enjoy long walks on the beach.  That's a good way to define how unique I am actually.  I think they should make a facebook group only for people who enjoy that.  I know it might be small since it's a rare thing for people to admit about themselves, but I'm not afraid to be different I guess.  Trailblazer is a word that gets tossed around, but you know, I'm pretty modest. 

SPEAKING OF MODESTY, I stayed at the Fountainbleau Inn next to the beach.  Never been in a place so small and cozy in my life.  It was a good small though.  Felt right.  I slept for 10 straight hrs that Mornight (Mornight.  New word I made.  It's when you make the daytime your nighttime, thereby making it your bitch for life, Avatar-style...Only a matter of time Webster)  I've never been to a motel where they give you the option of looking at the horribility of the room first before exchanging cash or finishing their paperwork.  It's like they KNOW you can do better, they're just waiting for you to figure that out so that they have less work to do.  But little did THEY know, I was only at this place because they were the cheapest (I knew they were the cheapest because I sat in their parking lot, turned on my garmin, and called all the motels in the immediate area using my BEST white guy voice that all black people use when they want to anonymously find out hotel rates...You think I'm joking?  Oh No, we DO that shit.)  They took my cash right then and there...plus a $10 key deposit...???  Not for a key CARD.  Just a janky-ass KEY.  I was thinking "Lady?  I just paid CASH for your crap room without a paper record of me being here for the night.  Your business practices leave NO room for trust issues at this point.  BELIEVE me, I'm coming back to give you your key.  I know it's the only one in existence, but trust me, it has NO street-value, you're safe!"...Not gonna lie though, I did get a little turned-on when I found out the television set flickered when I turned on the AC? So the higher I turned up the air the worse the picture got?!  WOO!!!  Thought about getting another key made just in case I wanted to sneak in that feeling again after check-out time.  That's just something you can't order at a 5-star hotel...

On a side note, quick horror story:   Walls were kinda thin there, so I heard someone knocking on a door really loud around midnight to the point I thought it was my door, but I was in the shower.  Then I came to my senses and realized there's no way in HELL this place has room service that late, so I ignored it, until I heard someone yelling "Alvin!  Alvin!"  I opened the door, and there was a guy knocking on another door.  He turned around and apologized for being so loud.  He thought they were the only ones on that side of the motel, and he was trying to get his friend's attention to come outside.  I informed him my name was Alvin too.  He informed me his friend's name was CALVIN.  Which sounds a lot like Alvin when you're in the shower in another room at midnight.  So with all that said, do you have ANY idea how scary it is to even think you're hearing someone bang on the door and call your name in a state you've never visited at a motel that no one knows you're staying at but you?!  You too will start having illogical fears such as these if you continue not to pay your bills on time.  I thought Wells Fargo had finally just HAD IT!...So now about the actual SHOW!...

After mornight was over I took a shower and headed over to the venue.  The Bay Watch Resort.  Here's the thing about hotel shows at fancy hotels:  You walk into the place, and your picture is in the lobby, at every elevator, at the vending machines and on flyers at the front desk.  Everyone walking around has seen your face (It's a reminder that location is everything.  Because your picture is up at a hotel, you're a celebrity.  If it were a Post Office, you're a criminal.  Such is life.  I'm sure other places have my picture up too.  Hell I bet by now my face is used as a screen saver at student loan collection offices around the country.)  They took great care of me from the minute I walked in at the resort.  Once I checked in I had a chance to walk around with the entertainment manager, Sean.  Great dude.  Loves comedy and respects the business of comedy, which I rarely see on the road.  We walked and chatted and he got around to telling me why he wanted to have comedy at the resort.  I asked him to repeat it for the camera:

So that girl I was teasing at the end of the video is named Blakely.  She was a member of a group who I have now affectionately dubbed The SuperFriends.  Blakely, Jenifer (not a spelling error, just one n), Yvonne, and Case (the guy who took the picture of us below).  Now, where do I even start with these women...


Jenifer, Yvonne, Me, and Blakely :)



So the major theme during my show was that these people could not answer a very simple question:  "How did you all first meet?"  Every time I asked I got a very confusing answer that didn't quite address my inquiries about the origin of their friendship.  THAT'S because, as I found out after the show, two of them (who I will not disclose the identities of in exchange for the privilege to tell this story) had met randomly through some guy, who both of them were dating.  Not too out of the ordinary, right?  WRONG. 

Turns out, they met through this guy because they were all going out at the same time together!  And when I say same time, I mean SAME ACTUAL  NIGHT!  This asshole was taking both of them out on the same date together, and telling them separately that he "invited his friend to come along with them on the date".  So every time these two women were on a date with their "man", they were both looking at each other wondering "Who's this other bitch he keeps inviting on all our dates?!"  I almost fell out of my seat.  I said "Wow!  I guess that makes you REVERSE Wiener-Cousins?!"  to which one of them replied "We actually prefer the term Semen-Sisters"...I actually did fall out of my chair laughing on that one.  Well played ladies.  Way to OWN IT!  As your reward, I have decided that the Semen-Sisters are allowed free tickets to any show I ever have anywhere in the country, and that is a promise!  No free travel though, you'll have to pay for that (You can save money if you carpool, which shouldn't be a problem since you two clearly have no issue sharing the same ride!  Hiyoooo!  HA!  Ok that was the last one, I SWEAR! :)) 

In closing, I cannot WAIT to come back to Myrtle Beach.  Blakely is going to take me Shark-Tooth Hunting, which according to her "Anyone who's Anybody does".  That's a good enough reason for me!  I think listening to her talk about the hunt is one of the greatest experiences that town has to offer.  That chick is hilarious!  Before they left for the evening I told The SuperFriends that the main thing I wanted to do is get back to that Boardwalk area and hang out again since it was the most fun I had all trip...That's when Blakely told me it was the hood.  I was walking around aimlessly in the hood of Myrtle Beach the entire time I was on vacation...Didn't know.  So with that in mind, I guess I can't wait to see what the NICE part looks like next time I come around! :)  Matter of fact, I've got my next trip planned out completely...

   FIRST, shark hunting with Blakely of course that's a no-brainer.  Next?  I'm gonna make Case introduce me to this Double-dating Don Juan so that I may write a best selling novel about his conquests and share it with the masses similar to how I shared my 10 Commandments of Women (How cool is it that Case actually knows the guy?!  I still think it was him, I don't care what he says).  Yvonne will then tell me how she secretly executes mind-control over Case so that he continues to wear shirts that match her purse whenever they go out (Kudos Yvonne, Ku-DOS!).  And last but not least, Jenifer and I will have a chat, with no one around to pick on her about laughing too loud at everything I say, and I will listen to her explain to me what her family did with the other n in her name and how many friends she has probably missed out on simply because they can't find her on facebook.  Oh, and before I forget Ms. Sweat, I have a picture for you...

This is Chris Paul of the New Orleans Hornets. Turns out we DO look a little alike as you had mentioned.

  Though I have been informed of much deeper resemblences in my lifetime:

...You're welcome :)

"88% of Men Are Dogs" (Savannah, GA)

      July has been a very busy time for me, which is the first time I can EVER say that in my career!  Thank God!  I normally dread this time of year since summer is typically the dead season for comedy, because according to bookers, "You can't compete with outside".  How about TRYING?  Everybody doesn't like to be out sweating their fake tans and weaves out ya know, what about those demographics?  If you can't compete with outside then WHY are all the biggest movies released during the summer?  I think heatwaves can be a comedy club's best friend, not it's main competition.  Nothing like going out to an air-conditioned room for 2hrs instead of wondering why your balls feel like pot-stickers...but I digress as usual...

      To kick off my shows for the month, I went down to the delta.  Savannah, GA.  It was a friggin' TREK getting there too!  Thanks to the lovely people at Alaska Airlines I got lodged in the middle of one heavy-set guy and one medically obese man.  I didn't even know that was still allowed.  They knew what they were doing was wrong because they warned me in line before I went to my seat.  You know, like how they talk to you when you sit in an exit row?  Instead of telling me how to inflate my vest they showed me the best places to hide my snacks while sleeping (that's a lie, but tell me you're not thinking of a stewardess doing that as part of her demo before take-off.  Made me giggle when I wrote it.)  They actually did give me a heads-up though, just so I wouldn't be surprised.  In reality, they should've charged the obese man for 2 seats (or at least given me half-off).  If you have a problem with my logic, buy a ticket from Seattle to Atlanta like I did.  Ever been in the back seat on a road trip and sat sideways between two bean bag chairs for 5hrs? No?  Ok, well imagine that feeling, but you're not allowed to get out of the car or else you'll DIE.  That was my predicament.  Adding insult to probable injury was the fact that I didn't even get a meal!  I got a damn "Breakfast Cookie".  How dare you give me a COOKIE and call it breakfast?!  Maybe if the flight was a little longer I could've gotten a Lunch Biscuit too (actually Delta DOES that.  They call it Biscoff...ha)

      Regardless of my troubles, after I landed in Atlanta I made it into Savannah with no problems.  I got set up with a 62 year old black cab driver named Chester.  He picked me up at the airport and dropped me back off there after the club let out at 3am.  Once he found out I was a comic he just started cussin' up a storm!  I have him on the blog here, but I had to edit out some of the stuff he said...(want a sample?  SURE! Glad you asked!...So like most strangers I meet, I like to start out by telling them my theory on how Oprah is responsible for the Bulls losing in the Eastern Conference Finals this year, and he stopped me dead in my tracks and said "Bullshit!  I LOVE Oprah's fine ass!  I'd eat her pussy in Times Square boy!"...(Needless to say I was offended.  I mean honestly, how dare he call me "boy"?! I'm a grown ass MAN!)  I filmed him at 3am when he picked me back up that night and he was a lot less edgy.  Probably because he was dog tired. But still pretty funny.  Now, about the highlight of my evening...

My new friend The Great :)

During my 2nd show that night there were some people in the front row being a little chatty, so I started talking to them since I don't like to be left out, me being on stage and all.  Turns out they were talking about the same thing I was, but LOUDER.  I was talking about how Taco Bell is so proud of the fact that their beef is 88% REAL BEEF, and the other 12% is their secret recipe.  To which I SAY, how would you like to go on a date with a woman, only to find out she's 88% female, and the other 12% is her little secret?  To which the men responded they would not like that at all.  To which one of the women in the front row maintained that men wouldn't care even if it was 50-50.  To which I responded "I didn't say SHIT about 50-50!  And even if I DID, I WOULD VERY MUCH CARE!  No one in here is talkin about Mermaid Pussy but YOU!"  Laughter, applause, and we moved on.  After that she was super cool and listened for the whole show.  I actually got to talk with her and her friend Lindsey (who has amazing new glasses that I promised I'd give a shout out to on here) for HOURS.  Had a blast!  The name of this blog is 88% of Men Are Dogs.  That's a direct quote from the woman I talked to (who shall remain "nameless" for permission purposes until you watch the video) :

Thanks Savannah!  Thanks Lindsey.  And thank YOU, The Great :)  Also, if you're ever in the area, check out The Wormhole.  They have something fun poppin' off there every night so there's never a dull moment.  PLUS it's next to a liquor store and a black barber shop, so how could you lose?! :)

White People Stories, Episode I (Milledgeville, IL)

"I'm Like a BIRD!"

Last Saturday I did a show in Milledgeville, IL.  By the end of the night, I had more fun laughing at them than they did at me!  Some of the stories they were telling me about their town at the end of the show made me stop eating dinner and start recording.  2 words:  Horse Story.  Check it out!...

Just remember, what happens in Milledgeville...should probably not be repeated.  This is Alvin Williams...signing off...laughing out loud...