Comedy Acres
God's little subdivision? Naww. But a splendid time is guaranteed for all.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Comedy Acres - the next generation
Spider Dan, Spider Dan
Does what ever Dan Kasten does
Drinks his coffee
Reads the paper
In his robe, yes he does
Why does he do it? I don't know
Spider Dan, Spider Dan
Dad couldn't be more proud.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Songs about Buildings and Food (and Zemel)
In some respects, this somewhat shy son of the wealthy doctor by the lake was the Everyman of Comedy Acres; earnest, amusing and well-respected on campus, but with more strikeouts than the Coon Rapids Little League team. More than 20 years on, it seems strange. But I can still hear the stinging acoustic guitar, dub syncopation and drunken voices, screaming as one:
Robbie's father was a rich man
Wealthy doctor by the lake
Gouging patients to support him
It was his ultimate mistake (a big mistake)
Ah, poetry.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Welcome to Comedy Acres
The History
First a little history. About a quarter century ago, when the Internet was something only known to a handful of computer geeks and Al Gore, a number of undersexed young men gathered on the campus of Beloit College, a renowned safety school famous in certain semi-prestigious circles. At the time Beloit College was slowly returning from the brink of financial disaster. That did not discourage these young men from seeking the fount of wisdom perched high above the Rock River, hard by the Illinois state line. They arrived randomly from locations that were straight out of Johnny Cash's auctioneer ditty "I've Been Everywhere, Man." They came from Appleton, Schofield, Princeton, Fond du Lac, Winneconne, and, oddly, New Canaan, Connecticut, among other places. Eventually other lads and occasional lasses would also move to this new amalgamation, this subdivision of mirth. The group came to be known as Comedy Acres.
Twenty-five years on, they are scattered about the country, some in Chicago, others in California, others in Minnesota. They have sought fortune and, generally, have found a reasonably comfortable middle-class lifestyle. They are fine individuals that most people wouldn't give a rat's ass about. But they will gather here, in a virtual reality, called Comedy Acres.
The Players
You will meet various people here. One is a bearded, balding corporate lawyer playing a proud guitar. Another is a dashing young man with a porno star mustache and the moniker "Chairman of the Board." Another is an itinerant actor/tenor/photographer living in a dazzling Mies van der Rohe apartment on Lake Shore Drive. Another is a mysterious merchant banker/CEO of an Iowa equipment company, possessing equal amounts of business acumen, audacity and a remarkable ability to simultaneously charm and offend everyone he meets by way of caustic bon mots. And you will meet the author of this piece, a genial, somewhat obese smart-ass with an ample supply of wit and without a current portfolio.
Ah, it's a glorious place, this Comedy Acres.