The Inaugural Annual California Comedy Festival
I’m writing direct from the California Comedy Festival – the annual inaugural California Comedy Festival that is! It only makes sense - with pretty much every other state having their own festival - that the home of TV has its own festival.
And here it is – I just hope it hangs round. 2007 is the first year of the fest. It’s a creation of Hale Yes Productions and Rebels of Comedy and as we sit here in the midst of the semi finals week, so far they’re doing well!
The festival was broken up into eight preliminary shows with four categories: clean, on the edge, woman and fresh faces. The venues hosting the festival are the Hollywood Improv, the Ice House, the Comedy Union and the Downtown comedy club.
From the preliminaries, approximately six from each category went through to the semis and in each category of the semis, two go through to the big shamoozle which down in Long Beach at a night club (interesting I know)!!!
I promised them I would write all of this before the end of the show tonight because if I don’t make it through to the final…well, this could be a different entry.
The level of comedy hasn’t exactly been the best Cali has to offer but it’s been a very good assortment of the comedians that you will one day see up at the top. The festival has been a place for those less a know comedians to get some great stage time and be part of a festival which will hopefully become a regular fixture in the comedy year, which runs from March to February if you were wondering : )
One thing is for sure– the festival has been run with military precision by the men in the best suits in comedy.
It’s a wonderful thing that this festival is now in existence. It’s been far too long without one in LA.


The performer left the stage to a thunderous standing ovation only to return from the darkened curtains with a large white bucket that had the words, “these are my shoes,” strewn across it. Inside this bucket; actual shoes. He ran along the edge of the stage generously pouring out heels, pumps, and sneakers to the audience members who were extending out there hands like a baby chic sticks out their beak when hungry. With a now empty bucket in hand, the entertainer singled out someone in the front row and handed him this bucket. That lucky bucket recipient was me.


