Friday night I made an impromptu trip up to NYC to see two of my favorite comedians in the whole world perform. I found out about Duncan Trussell via the Joe Rogan Podcast which led me to the Lavender Hour podcast where I learned about the amazing Natasha Leggero. I get all of my outside world info through podcasts; its impressive how much of the medium I take in every week. Anyway, Lavender Hour IMMEDIATELY became my number one audio obsession. Usually when I discover a new podcast, there are a few month’s worth of backlog for me to indulge myself with but I caught the Lavender Hour just a couple weeks into its existence, leaving me refreshing my podcast tab on iTunes every day like a slobbering maniac.
It’s that good.
Sure, the quality and sound levels were awful. AWFUL. They still leave something to be desired. But who the fuck cares, the gems, the pearls just dripping from the mouths of these two are so rich with depth, humor and wit that I’d even listen to one of them chew food into the mic just to hear what they have to say. Please, listen for yourself. My little words can barely do it justice. I recommend Air France Man as an excellent Lavender Hour cherry popper.
Needless to say, these two have been on my Twenty4Twenty list since the start. I’ve tweeted at them, sent Facebook messages, emailed them via their respective sites, and gotten nothing. I mean, they’re kind of famous. Which means they’re kind of busy. Busy with all the shit that goes along with being a personality, whatever that may be. I hope someday I know it. Intimately.
So when my gal pal Carmen suggested we take a little jaunt up to see them perform at Carolines comedy club, I was ecstatic. Duh. Of course we’ll meet them after the show and I can hand them their Twenty4Twenty gifts in person. But would it be creepy? Eh. And was there time? I figured I would just whip something up for them and then feel it out.
First up: a hair ornament for Natasha. Looking at it now, I cringe. I had no time. I made it so fast, and it doesn’t reflect my true skill level/ attention to detail. But it’s still pretty cool. I used a hand carved bone comb dyed red, and embellished it with THREE taxidermied bird wings. Plus diamonds. Lots of diamonds, as a nod to her material. The added feathers are from pheasant and guinea.
I just can’t help but wish I had more time. And more knowledge. Judging from her photos, I guessed that she had a full head of thick, luxurious hair. I mean, shes undeniably gorgeous:
And a girl after my own heart, judging by that outfit.
So that’s Natasha’s comb. I was going to make Duncan a set of cufflinks, based on a rant he went on recently (on the podcast, obviously) about making an effort to dress well more often as a protest of the general American Malaise in regard to fashion. But last-minute (thanks Jim!) I went in a different direction and made him a personal rooster claw voodoo charm, which I embellished with vintage gems.
SO. We chanted our way through the Lincoln Tunnel Friday night traffic and made it to the venue just as the MC was starting the show. We were seated practically on the fucking stage and I was sweating bullets. It’s a strange feeling, seeing someone you’ve been a fan of for so long in person, on stage, performing. I get nervous for them. Please don’t fuck up. Don’t let me down. Live up to my impossible expectations.
And they did. Both sets were great, all great, great, great, great. We filed out after the show and saw Duncan and Natasha out in the lobby but I had to pee so bad that we couldn’t say hi right away. Plus I had to check my look. I’d been laughing so hard for so long that my lipstick surely had run. OK. Here we go.
Why is such a big deal to meet people you admire? I’m really interested in this fan/star dynamic. I mean, they both are clearly people I can relate to and seem as intelligent/creative/ kind as my friends. But because they’re in this industry which exposes them to so many people, they’ve acquired this kind of mythic status which separates them from me. From us. It’s like a grander scale of wanting to be in the orbit as the cool girls in high school, except the people I choose to admire as an adult are way, way, cooler.
But I’m cool too. I’m extremely cool. So why do I turn into a googly-eyed fan girl in the presence of these folks? Worth exploring, I suppose. I just hope they’re flattered. And that they remember the two Purple Popes who came all the way up from Philly to see them work their magic.
We were so enthralled after it all that we couldn’t resist doing a turn in times square:
You’re gonna make it after all, indeed.