I just recently returned (well just walked through the door actually) from a road gig in Shermans Dale, PA with Jesse Joyce.

I wasn’t exactly excited about the whole idea. I was pleased with performing for cash (with out having to wear a costume) but I wasn’t to stoked about the idea of going somewhere that might not be very familiar with black folk.

You know, with me being black and all.

I kept my trepidation to myself and just ran with it. It was fricken ridiculous drive (and I wasn’t the one driving. Thank God cause, well, I would have gotten us lost) but we get there and it was what road nightmares are made up of.

It was an empty bar. The few patrons seemed to be there for drinking, not comedy. If you’re trying to figure out what type of bar it was just picture Jodie Foster in “The Accused” and you’ll have a good picture of it. I’m fairly sure they were playing music with banjo’s in it.

I cried a little. Just on the inside though.

Wait, no. That was on the outside. Sorry. I get confused.

I start to laugh over and over because of what the whole situation seemed like. And I should make note of me being the only black person there. I’m fairly sure I was the only one for miles.

Right before showtime one of the local mother-types of the area started to round up everyone in the bar to go sit for comedy and they did. I was featuring for Jesse so my job was to go up first, with no intro or anything of the kind. This was going to be great.

And actually, it was.

The crowd was the nicest, sweetest just cheerful crowd I’ve played in a long time. They were happy for us to be there and laughed. That’s all a comic wants is laughs, and that’s what we got. We put on a great show that they said they enjoyed immensely and then they just were so nice to us afterwards I didn’t even know what to do with myself.

One cowboy in particular explained to me that I shouldn’t be nervous about being the only black guy around because he don’t look at color. He looks at what’s in here. And pointed to his heart. Under normal circumstances I’d laugh because obviously someone was being sarcastic but he was heartfelt and genuine.

I’m just not used to that.

So I say all that to say this. Never judge a book by its cover. It might be one with a heartfelt cowboy at the end and your gonna feel silly.

ejw

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