I either learn something new about my fellow Samurai, or have an experience with members of the audience that convince me that I gotta keep doing that whole spoken word thing. Last night, I got to hear that our own Travis and Dave met at a book signing when Dave was waiting in line to have Jim Butcher sign his latest book. Travis was there signing one of his novels as well. Interesting how the world throws us into each others' paths, isn't it?
Later, after the show, as I'm tearing down the setup we've got to stream the event on the internet, two gals come up to me and tell me I'm their hero. I don't think that's quite sunk in yet, so if you hear a story on the news about a woman passing out in her soup for no good reason, the idea of being a role model finally caught up with me and my brain suffered vapor lock.
I still am seriously not used to the appreciation of the people who come to watch our gigs. It boggles my mind that people have been to more than one event, remember my schtick, appreciate the plus sized pervert in the mini-dress, or know me as Ephemily before they know what's on my birth certificate. Shit guys, I do this for fun and because it comes naturally. I never expected anybody to take me seriously! Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that you do. It feels kinda good. But, I'd do it even if nobody was listening. Thanks for playing with me so far. It's a wild ride!
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