Emma Watson and Douglas Booth for Wonderland Magazine
Reblogging for startling Tina Fey resemblance.
OPERATION: GET BILLY JOEL TO SEE OUR SHOW
Don Fanelli and I have written a sketch comedy show about the Pianoman himself called Sketches From An Italian Restaurant: A Billy Joel Sketch Show that is currently running at the UCB Theatre in NYC. Let me rephrase that: Two grown adult men have spent months of their lives writing thirty minutes of sketch comedy completely devoted to how great Billy Joel is and how he is the greatest recording artist of all time.
And now we want Billy Joel to come see it.
We’ve tweeted at him. We’ve tweeted at his daughter. We’ve posted in his message boards about it. We screamed it from the stands while his sax player Richie Cannata was playing the national anthem at the Giants/Seahawks game. Our friend Geoff Garlock told his longtime drummer Liberty Devitto about it on his podcast. We’ve even go so far as to try to get in touch with his agent and let HIM know about the show. And as of now we have continuously struck out.
But we KNOW this is a show that he will love. And we KNOW that he’s constantly in town playing at MSG, mere blocks away from the UCB.
So we’re taking it to the internet. Let’s get Billy Joel to come see our Sketch Comedy show about how great he is. We have two shows in March, one on March 6th, one on March 19th… two prime opportunities for him to see it. And hopefully more in the coming months. But THIS IS THE TIME. LET’S GET HIM TO SEE IT! #BILLYJOELSKETCHSHOW: http://newyork.ucbtheatre.com/shows/view/3686
My dream? Best case scenario? He comes to see the show, we introduce him at the end, he gets a thirty minute standing ovation, then he performs an impromptu concert for the 200 or so people in the UCB that night and it goes down in history as the fucking coolest Billy Joel concert since Leningrad. Worst case scenario? He hears about this show, but he’s too busy being the fucking best ever to make it out to see it. I CONSIDER BOTH OF THESE SCENARIOS WINS.
So we’re going to do everything in our power to make it happen. And we would love any help we can get. Let’s tweet about it until we get #BillyJoelSketchShow trending. Let’s get up on that tumblr radar. Let’s get it written up in the fucking New York Times so he HAS to see it. And rest assured this is not a snarky show making fun of the man. We legitimately love the man and we LOVE his music. Need proof? I’ll show you my iTunes. I’ll show you my most played list. I’ll tell you that at college parties I lead line dances to River of Dreams, or that there was a period in high school when I couldn’t fall asleep unless I listened to Captain Jack. THESE ARE ALL TRUE FACTS.
So Billy Joel, here is my plea… please come see our sketch show about you. Don’t be The Stranger.
The show is $5. I’ll pay for your ticket, Billy.
March 6th. 8PM
March 19th. 8PM
UCB CHELSEA - 307 W. 26th Street. NYC
Dru Johnston & Don Fanelli
Ugh this is great.
In early December, Dan Chamberlain and I shot a Christmas music video for Funny or Die starring R. Kelly. No. Really. While we sat in holding for hours and hours (“Hey, guys. Thanks for sitting tight. R. Kelly was supposed to be here at 4. Now apparently he’ll be here at 6, but when he gets here, he’ll be having a lobster dinner first.”), we got a little loopy and started singing “I’m Like A Bird”, except with real bird specifics in the chorus. Like idiots. After shooting the video, we pitched it to our Maude Team, Legs for Days. Matt Starr wrote it up. So even though the R. Kelly video will apparently never see the light of day, it wasn’t for nothing.
I heard them rehearsing this in the back hall before the show. It was instantly my favorite sketch.
Oh, I know I have it better than a lot of would-be comics buyers, and that’s what worries me. I’ve had it with the self-appointed gatekeepers in comics.
I hate going into the gaming stores alone. Ugh.
I will continously write this reply until I feel it sticks. Do you want to know why many male nerds are so defensive and harsh about this?
Okey, I can with confidence tell you that the majority of us started this out as a form of escapism. I mean, look at all the tumblr posts about “I love fiction, it’s my way to handle reality” etc etc. It was the same for us. suddenly.. about, idk, 4-5 years ago, feminists started to tell us that we are in the wrong for BUYING things. Instead of going to the writers, we’re the bad guys. Comics I grew up with are being torn to pieces by people who don’t read them anyway. They’re causalized because instead of catering to us, they’re catering to people who don’t really care. I know that the majority of you will go “oh, grow up!”, but you know what? Fuck you, comics were one of the things I had growing up, I emotionally connected to the Hulk, it made me feel that maybe it wasn’t so bad to be a freak.
secondly, I don’t know why women expect to get help with everything and just give up when they don’t get help. When I started out, do you really think anyone would even care about a fat, acne-cursed kid? I did ask, once, they just looked at me and told me to just read the damn comics. So I did. I got into the middle of a story, If I liked it, I tried to hunt down the first one, or the one after. Rinse and repeat. not hard. But now! NOW! You have google, I’m not even kidding, it will take you 30 secs to find ALL information you want. I don’t know why everyone think that being a nerd is “share and share alike!”, it’s socially outcast people who have been wrecked emotionally and socially by other people. You really think that they’re gonna help you without a reason?
I know, it’s really “in” to be a nerd these days, but you’re not a nerd until you know your shit. Don’t believe me?
Being a nerd isn’t something that you flaunt, you’re not gonna get help getting into it, you’re not gonna get praise for trying to. read, then read some more, then read even more. Then doublecheck that info. Not because you’re gonna be “safe” when trying to have people acknowledge your “nerd-cred”, but because you LOVE IT! It’s not a social thing, it has never been. It’s not about sitting around a table and going “OMG! I’m such a nerd! I read a couple of books!”.
Sounds harsh? yeah, it is. But, if you love it, it won’t matter. Cuz you will still have the time of your life. And really.. no one promised to help you. want help? help yourself.
*preparing to get unfollowed by everyone*
btw, I’m not saying that no one can like the same things as me/nerds/others. I’m saying “you’re not special for doing that” and “LOVE IT MORE! If you can’t find basic facts without being spoonfed, do you really LOVE it?”
Okay, you pedantic asshole, listen here.
You read a comic by a woman who reads, cares about, and EARNS A PAYCHECK from comics, that has been reblogged LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF TIMES by other women/minorities who read, care about, and earn paychecks from comics, and you have to gall to say that comics are “catering to people who don’t really care”?
Because you were picked last at kickball and now YOU want to be the bully. Because someone told you you weren’t worthy of something, now you want to be the one to tell other people that they’re not worthy of something.
First you say “this is escapism for us men” and then you say “no one HELPED me get into it” as if having a medium LITERALLY CONSTRUCTED AROUND PEOPLE WHO ARE EXACTLY LIKE YOU isn’t the biggest spoonfeeding you could possibly get.
And now there’s a whole lot of people who don’t fit YOUR very narrow definition of what a “true nerd” can be who are FIGHTING UPHILL to be a part of this thing they love that doesn’t love them back and you have the nerve to say they don’t CARE about it enough and they’re expecting special treatment. As if it’s special treatment to BE SAFE FROM HARASSMENT, SEXUALIZATION, AND CONDESCENSION IN A PUBLIC SPACE.
No one’s taking comics away from straight white men. But I certainly wouldn’t mind taking it out of the hands of men like you, that’s for sure. You’re dinosaurs. And you’re not a REAL nerd.
When I was a kid I didn’t care about sports. I was bad at playing them, and subsequently I didn’t care about watching them because I knew I could never be the one on the field playing them. I wouldn’t try hard because I knew I wasn’t as talented as the other kids, and I worried that I would embarrass myself.
There’s a story my dad loves to tell about my brief stint in little league. I was probably around five years old at the time, and the coach, knowing they had to include everyone, made me the fourth outfielder. There wasn’t a name for the position I was playing, but essentially I was playing Deep Left Left Fielder. I was in the corner. The coach explained to me that I was there because if the ball ever got that far out they needed someone to get it so that the other players didn’t have to run that far. I was an “important part of the game.” But I knew my place and often times I would spend the entire game sitting cross legged in the field picking grass, knowing that no five year old would ever hit the ball to the small 10x10 plot of browning grass that I was the sole commander of.
But one day I was sitting in my unreachable domain of outfield, my hands were on my knees so that I at least looked like I was attentive and trying (my dad was in the stands, I wanted to impress him), and a kid knocked one back. It flew through the air, and it landed three feet in front of me. There it was, sitting in a patch of field picked clean of grass over the past six innings. This was my chance to be the hero. But I stared at the ball, knowing that I couldn’t throw it to anyone in the infield without it bouncing before it got there. And that would be super embarrassing. So I looked at the ball, looked at the stands, knowing it was my moment and then I pretended that I didn’t see the ball. I looked up in the air and acted as if I was fascinated by a bird.
ca. 1860-90s, [unusual tintype portrait of a mysterious sitter peering through their fingers]
via Cowan’s Auctions
"The proper length for little girls’ skirts at various ages", from Harper’s Bazaar, showing an 1868 idea of how the hemline should descend towards the ankle as a girl got older"