A thing you likely know about me at this point, Dames Nationals, is that I love going to see live music. That it’s a rare month where I don’t go to at least one show, and that those rare months are usually balanced by ones containing weeks where I must re-learn, from bitter experience, that four shows in one week is more than I can manage, no matter how much I love the acts in question. So while it ranks well below “hugging my friends” and “having reasonable confidence no one I love will fall dangerously ill” in Margaret’s Hierarchy of Needs, the question of when I’ll be able to see a show again is weighing heavily on me this week, because the answer is: who on
I’ll be fighting for the return of live comedy, be it improv, sketch, stand-up, or whatever. And I want to make sure that I’m a part of it.