Dear Steven Alan Green Fans:
Short blog today. I need your help. Financially, yes; but we'll get to that in a minute. Here's the deal. Now, many of you know me as this "really interesting writer guy who started The Laughter Foundation, who lived in England for many years and was a successful stand-up comedian there and now is back in America and has been writing this here blog (Enjoy the Veal) for nearly a year". Others know me as a great lover. Be that as it may...
For the past six weeks, I've been having the time of my fucking life. And, I don't mean, "fucking life,"; I can't get laid for the life of me these days. Maybe that's because I'm living in San Francisco, and my beard makes every Gay man attracted to me; but alas, I'm not Gay. Nothing against all things and people Gay, but as comedian Richard Belzer says, "I have nothing against homosexuality, just don't shove it down my throat."
Stage Time With Steven Alan Green is my new radio show. It's on the Internet as a podcast, but it's also heard live, every Monday from 10am to Noon, Pacific Standard Poodle Time. Stage Time is a combination of great stand-ups, musicians, film and TV clips and great convo. I'm having the time of my life. We've had some great guests, including political comedian Will Durst and "Jaws" and "The Jerk" screenwriter Carl Gottlieb. I'm getting a lot of accolades, and I think I've finally found the perfect medium. My mind is utilized, my voice, my vocal characters, my writing, my booking and producing knowledge, and my formidable interview techniques. Right now, Stage Time has a healthy listenership of over a thousand a week, and growing. I really feel there's a future in this for me and I'm very grateful to John Miller at Fccfreeradio.com for giving me the opportunity.
Those of you who know my personal story, know this is a very good thing. For those of you who don't, basically, I had everything and lost it and wanted to literally end my life. Instead, I started something called The Laughter Foundation. Now, although we have done some pretty good and cool things at the foundation (including saving a single mom comedian from eviction), our dream for a fully operational and functioning Laughter Foundation is a long ways off. I have to concentrate on myself for now, my career. For the past seven months, I've been living up in San Francisco and having a great time. Reviewing comedy, doing shows, and now my own radio show.
What I need you to do; ahem, what I would like you to do, if you can, is to help us keep the show going by making a few clicks and giving whatever you can. A dollar; anything. It's a two hour show, fully packed with fun and you can hear it every week!
So, please, think of all the times I've made you laugh, think and feel. Think of how great it is to know that, by your tiny donation, you are helping build a potential media success, by financing it brick by brick. In fact, you just gave me a great idea. Remember how I was trying to raise money to build a world class museum to study and exhibit the art, history and science of Comedy? The Comedy Museum? Well, how 'bout this.... For every $5 donated, you get a brick of the Comedy Museum. A brick with your name on it and even your favourite joke, if you like. I cannot guarantee the museum will ever happen. I don't want to scam ya'. But, I can tell you this. I'm sitting here by my PayPal account and I'm seeing the money roll in as we type. Please, donate now. It will go a long long way towards making my dream come true. A dream so fantastic, I would never want any other dream after that. And, that dream is to never have to ask anyone for money ever again. No, just kidding. (See how I did that?)
Do it now. Show me ya' love me.
After all, aside from a new Beemer, isn't love all we all really need?
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