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Thank you to everyone who came to the big show Thursday! I had so much fun; it was really nice to connect in the real world!!

Here are some upcoming performance announcements, followed by some pics from Thursday, and some wonderful audience feedback!

Wednesday—Oct. 25 @ 7PM SEATTLE/EVERETT!!! Come out and see Chat Rooms @Lucky Dime hosted by Barracuda Guarisco, where I’ll be headlining with 30 minutes of jokes and one page wonders, after an open mic of fantastic local writers! 1618 Hewitt Ave, Everett, WA 98201

Thursday—Nov. 2 @ 8 PM BELLINGHAM!! The incomparable brain-tickler Jay Marks will be headlining Northstar Comedy Night at Ramble Tamble, a new comedy show hosted by Nikki Kilpatrick and featuring Dan Mills, where I’ll be doing a short stand up set during the open mic along with Brett Emerson, Joel O’Connor, Katie Chandler, Ben Menard, Edward M. Chatterton III, Dartanion London, and Brian Jeffery $5 cover 1313 N State St., Bellingham, WA

Thursday—Nov. 9 @ 7:30 PM BELLINGHAM!! I will be reading a letter in To Whom It May Concern, a fantastic monthly live show of fascinating and hilarious letters with musical accompaniment, hosted by Jayne Entwistle @ The New Prospect Theatre. $15 tickets available now. 207 Prospect St, Bellingham, WA

Hope to see you there!!

STAY TUNED FOR MORE NEWS—for instance, there might be a new book I cooked up with the brilliant and hilarious Garret Shanley, and it might be here just in time for Christmas…

Thanks again to everyone for coming out! Thanks to everyone at The Blue Room! And a very special thanks to Bellow Wing for making An Evening with Gib Strange such a success!

“Your show was great! Unique. Deep. Moving. Can’t think of anyone else doing anything like it. Keep it going! …Obviously your perverted humor is up my alley… And the deep observer that you are of human nature and the universe’s absurdities is why I connected with you to start.”

“I really like how you weave comedy, personal biography, and philosophy in some of the longer pieces… I especially admire how you don’t flinch from what’s difficult or taboo, and you keep everything very personal.”

“The fact that you come across as mellowly anxious, quiet-spoken and yet some of the jokes were pretty subversive and packed a whollop… especially paired with the piano and the seamlessness of that ‘conversation’ between the two of you. Jokes, then those wisdom-nuggets and then your stories. I could have listened to another hour. I hope you keep doing it.”

“Your call backs were perfect. You had a great balance with your humor and your pieces about your dad. I love it when writers/performers balance between language that hits the heart and things that tickle the funny bone… Your flash fiction reminds me of stoner thoughts. Nothing better than someone high pondering Bigfoot… I love it when you smile. Lights up the room. Laughing at yourself is perfection.”

Snail Mail in Braille

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Diary, Aug 31, 2021: Early morning. A car with no catalytic converter slowly parallel parks outside my window. The driver gets out and urinates right on the street, in plain view of everything. Only minutes later a teenage girl walks by. The car drives off, as loudly as it arrived. 

On my way out, I discover two people sprawled out on the floor of the lobby, nearly blocking the entrance. One is digging through a garbage bag, the other is picking her nose. “Good morning,” I say as I step around them. One grunts back, but neither look up at me. 

A few blocks away I happen upon a greeting card soaking wet on the ground near some mailboxes. It’s homemade. “Happy Birthday, Amber.” Amber’s friend wishes she could be there to celebrate. “Here are some cards to play drinking games with.” As I continue on I see another birthday note and an opened package on the ground. The gift remnants are scattered on the side of the street for the next couple blocks, and it becomes clear that a thief has stolen Amber’s mail, torn it open, and discarded what wasn’t of value to them. 

I get very sad. I think about how we’ve treated each other in the last couple years, and how close to cannibalism we are at this very moment. For a painful, terrifying moment, part of me wishes a real plague would come along and wipe us all off the planet, and do it quick before the billionaires have a chance to get to Mars. 

When I enter the woods, I encounter a beautiful little snail slowly making its way across the trail. A year ago, I would’ve transported the creature to safety so it wouldn’t get crushed by some oblivious jogger mom or manbun-wearing hiker bro. Sometimes, if it was a banana slug, I would stand by and wait ten minutes for it to safely cross. But today I leave it in the hands of God, or somebody like God.

Self-Portrait of Gib Strange by Michaelangelo (a podcast appearance)

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I made a new friend. Here’s my talk with writer/artist/psychedelic trickster The Ungoogleable Michaelangelo:

https://www.theungoogleable.com/podcast-1

Audio gets fuzzy at times from the 20—40 min marks. If you can’t tolerate it, just skip ahead. Despite technical difficulties interrupting the natural conversation flow, we managed to make a good connection. We’re investigating a lot of the same territory in our work and have a similar appreciation for paradoxical inversions and acrobatic associations. Michaelangelo gets it, and, as you’ll hear in the hilarious intro, he does a pretty good impression of me. Or rather, he does a good parody of my parody of myself 😉