| Green Bay Cheesy Psychic Penn - 7/023/00
We're playing at a
tent outside of a Native American Bingo Palace right at the
airport in Green Bay. We're in a tent. We're in a big tent
with much of the audience sitting right behind all the
lights and sound stuff so they can't see. We were told they
put in risers for the audience when they have bands. I
don't get it. So, people get bitten by mosquitoes, buzzed
by planes, and see P&T. It's a treat. But, we filled the
place up and did a fine show. The crowd was great and
really liked us, so showbiz was conquering geography.
We did two nights here, and the first night the Teller
blow-up wouldn't inflate so we started with Polyester, but
the second night we started with Inflatables. There was no
intermission, so no Rubber Boy, but it was a fine show.
People really seemed to like us. After the show it had that
Alaska thing where people don't talk about how great the
show is, they thank us for coming to the middle of nowhere,
like we were a USO show or something.
This place books a lot of psychics. It's amazing. Well,
I'm sure they're not amazing, but it's amazing they're
working. The show before us was psychics and the show after
us was Amazing (I guess in some ways) Kreskin. Now, I've
hated Kreskin since I was 12 and he lied to me on TV and
ripped my Mom and Dad off by selling us his worthless ESP
"game." I mean, when you're talking Penn Hate, you're
talking Kreskin, white light white hate. He threatened to
sue me once for what I said above about him ripping my
parents off and he tried to throw Teller and me out of the
Debbie Reynolds Casino in Las Vegas. We went to see him and
the maitre d' came over and said the show wouldn't start
until we left. We said we wouldn't leave. We made it clear
that we hadn't raised our voices and we weren't drunk (and
never had been) and they better call LVPD. Teller and I
intended to leave that place only like civil rights workers.
We were going to leave in cuffs, or not at all. It was
really heavy. He finally came on 20 minutes late and told
the audience that he was sorry he was late, but his dear
mother was sick in the hospital and he couldn't go on until
he heard she was okay. He is scum. It's hard to keep my
hate fresh, because he's loser, sad, talentless, lonely,
scum, but I do what I can to keep my hate fresh and real.
But, last night Kreskin came to our show, and was treated
a little differently, he was given a house seat next to a
beautiful sexy woman (we needed a spy near him). He sat
with as little reaction as he could without it being
noticed that he wasn't reacting. That's how big we are; we
made no attempt to throw the worm out. But, to show I'm not
that big, I did throw a few extra digs against psychics into
our show and that's hard to do because parts of our show are
nothing but wall to wall digs against psychics, but I did
what I could to do even more and to put even more hate
behind the digs that were there.
He came in at the last minute and crawled out like the worm
he is right at the end of the show. We had no contact.
He's so pitiful that I should just get over it, but I swear
I could watch him die and feel nothing.
It was a good gig. We have a few mosquito bites, but thanks
to Nathan grabbing me and screaming at the end of Juggling,
I didn't walk off the back of the stage and hit the parking
lot. He saved me a lot of pain. They were fun shows.