I don't know how to start this because I'm in the middle of a lot of feelings. Just know that this blog post comes from a little Mexican girl that was born to in a Texas border town and lived the first part of her life, living in an abandoned diner with her three siblings and an awesome mom that made $100 a week:
This past week was seriously the best week of my life. That's the best way to describe it. Starting from June 7th through June 14th, I had so many things happen in different parts of my life this week, that I still have trouble accepting they happened. I guess I'll go in order and talk about them as they happened.
June 7th: My thirty minute premiered on Comedy Central.
I use to answer the phones at the Addison IMPROV. How did I get here? I never thought I would do this for a living and frankly, I think that helps me. Every time I get to do something notable in stand-up, I always think that this might be the last thing I get to do in stand-up because nothing is set in stone in this line of work. I don't know why I think that way...but it helps me be super grateful and I don't question it.
Getting a thirty on Comedy Central is surreal. I feel so lucky to be part of this group of comics and at the same time I wonder how the hell it happened. It's crazy. Having said that, I have to admit that I haven't watched it yet. I don't like watching myself at all but I've gotten so many positive responses from people saying that they connected with my jokes. Those comments are the reason I love to do stand-up. It might sound dramatic and a little grandiose but as a Latina, I would like to be someone that gives a voice to my culture. I want to show that as different as we all are, we're all the same.
The day right after the taping, I bought a new notebook and started working on a new hour. My goal is to do record an album of my old stuff so that I can move on from it and move on to the next hour of material. I don't know where I'll tape it. Maybe San Jose, maybe Sacramento, maybe Denver or Austin. Not sure.
JUNE 9: Sitting front row at Bill Cosby.
I'm a big TV nerd. My boyfriend has said that he's amazed at how much I know about it. I've blogged about this before but really, when I was a little kid, TV was my best friend.
Bill Cosby was a big part of my childhood. As a young kid, I used to watch him do Picture Pages with his pen Mortimer, I used to watch Fat Albert and I (like millions of other Americans) used to watch The Cosby Show like it was a religion. I loved that family. I used to buy colorful sweaters and wear them to school like Cosby because that's obviously what cool kids did back then (they didn't).
A couple months ago, my home club where I perform ALL the time when I'm home (Comedy and Magic Club in Hermosa Beach, CA) sent out an email to people telling us about Cosby performing locally and wanted to know who was interested in going. I replied immediately. I saw the date of the show and realized that I would be in NYC that weekend doing a live show at the park for Comedy Central. I decided I couldn't let this opportunity pass so I cut my trip to NYC short and decided I would fly in from NYC to LA the day of the show, have Steve pick me up and we would make our way to the show.
This show was being taped for a new Comedy Central taping. One of the people in charge of production asked our group if we wanted to be moved up. This person happens to be one of my friends. Minutes later, we were in the first and second rows of the show.
Seeing Cosby live was mind-blowing. I was sitting so close, I could see his facial expressions; he would look at me while telling his stories. I couldn't believe that I was here, watching this man that has been such an influence to me, not only with his stand-up but with his shows, LIVE in the front row.
One of the amazing things about Cosby (and other comics that can do what I'm about to write about) is that he's clean without having to say he's clean. I wasn't going into this show thinking, "I'm going to see some safe family comedy." I was thinking, "I'm about to see one of the funniest people to ever exist in person." In my opinion, if you're a stand-up comic and are described as "clean" BEFORE "funny," then you have some work to do.
I left the show feeling motivated...and also kinda depressed because what Cosby does, I can't do. And I never will. And I wish I could. But that's why he has the legacy that he's got. Because HE is COSBY.
JUNE 14: Being within 100 feet from Paul McCartney as he gives the best concert I've ever seen in my life at Bonnaroo.
This past weekend, I got to perform at Bonnaroo. For those of you that don't know, Bonnaroo, is a huge music festival. It's like Coachella. I did a couple shows at the comedy tent sponsored by IFC. Paul McCartney was the ONLY show I wanted to see. There were a lot of great bands playing but honestly, I hate walking through big crowds.
If you don't know this about me, I'll let you know: I'm a H-U-G-E Beatles fan. I mean, first album I ever owned was The Beatles. I watched their movies all the time as a kid. I used to think I would date Paul McCartney at some point (I still think there's a chance). When people talk about Lennon dying, I cry. I own deep tracks, I own rare tracks (I have 27 tracks of them creating Strawberry Fields-things like that).
I. LOVE. THE. BEATLES.
Luckily for me, since I was performing at Bonnaroo, I was able to get escorted to see Paul McCartney up close. My boyfriend kept asking me if I was going to cry when he came out. I kept saying no. Then it happened. He came out and I cried. I cried so much, I couldn't stop. I started getting mad at myself, "STOP CRYING! YOU'RE MISSING THE SHOW! STOP CRYING!!!"
This show was overwhelming on so many levels. I couldn't believe I was here. I couldn't believe he was there. I cried a number of times through the show. His voice sounds exactly the same and because of this, every time he'd sing a song I listened to over and over again as a kid, I would cry.
It took me back to my childhood and I remembered sitting on the floor, listening to them, not knowing that a world existed outside my little town of San Juan, TX. I cried because it took me back to being a kid and how I'd get white spots on my face in the summer because I didn't eat enough because it's summer and there wasn't enough food. Of times when temperatures would hit well over the 100's and all we had was a fan to keep us cool.
I would put on The Beatles and just forget about everything. That's what this music meant to me. And seeing Paul McCartney so close to me, it was too much. I'm even tearing up a bit as I write this because I still can't believe it happened. Throughout the show, I just kept thinking, "Stand-up got me here...to this moment."
I live in Los Angeles, making a living at doing stand-up. I have food to eat every day and I have air conditioning. To me, I had already made it. I could've never imagined ever having a week like the kind I had. I will never it.
I'm so grateful and thankful for this week.
I'll end this post exactly the same way I started it:
Just know that this blog post comes from a little Mexican girl that was born to in a Texas border town and lived the first part of her life, living in an abandoned diner with her three siblings and an awesome mom that made $100 a week.