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November 8, 2012 @ 7:00 pm - 12:00 am


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Beginning his career back in 1990, Doug has consistently represented what many of us feel is one of the purest forms of comedy.  He answers to nobody except for the work and respects the standup medium in a way that those only wishing to use it as a launching pad to something else, never will.  As someone who has been praised for my own projects, simply based on the idea that they could could lead to something else “more important/real” someday, I appreciate Stanhope‘s “unethical” ethics and respect for the unrespectable.  This IS the final result, it’s not an outline for something better, more marketable/commercial in the future.  100% of your focus should go into what you’re doing now or you’re cheating everyone, including yourself.  You’re not being respectful to the craft or the audience by pandering to them or buffering your work–it’s like cutting cocaine with baking soda out of “respect” and “concern” for your customer’s safety: a fucking cop out (plus, there’s absolutely no way that you’re snorting that same shit that you’re selling, because you know better).   Doug Stanhope creates comedy and lives it, because it’s what he believes in, regardless of how respectable anyone else believes what he is doing is.  I’m sure that, to many, he’s a lump of unrealized potential wasting away in his own alcoholism, misdirecting his intelligence by focusing on hedonism and the perverse.  He’s offensive and crass.  This isn’t shiny, bold Crayola crayon leather 80s suits or giant wacky tie and hat, playing a sold-out stadium comedy.  This is the type of grimy, back alley, piss-stained brick-wall comedy delivered by a sweaty disaster, where shit gets dark, like those last couple of Lenny Bruce performances before his death.  This is the type of Bill Hicks saying whatever the fuck he wanted/needed to standup, where you have to wonder if someone didn’t kick his ass and drop him in a gutter after the show and, even more importantly, if he had a bloody grin across his teeth while it was happening.  His live act is raw–a must see, if you have even the slightest chance.

Dead C

Located in Seattle, Dead C is the founder/editor, as well as the principal writer and photographer, of Monster Fresh. Creating the site in 2007, he did so with a specific dream in mind. Unfortunately, being a muscle relaxer-fueled fever dream, it's hard to recall all of the details. "I remember that my mom was there, but it wasn't actually her in the dream, it was actually 70s heart throb, Jan Michael Vincent. And everything took place here, in this room... but it wasn't actually here... it was different. The colors were washed out and, for some reason, there was a raccoon kicking it with us and it was wearing a holographic monocle."

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November 8, 2012
7:00 pm - 12:00 am
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Neptune Theatre
1303 Northeast 45th Street
Seattle, WA 98105-4502 United States
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