Two Wrights Make a Wrong

Andrew Wright is an up-an-coming New York comedian who co-hosts one of them inventive, eccentric "alt"-comedy shows I keep wishing Atlanta had. But he's also a UGA alum and cut his teeth doing shows at DT's Downunder in Athens. I remember his DT's sets as smart, clever and with a vibrant urgency that put some of us lifeless pussies to shame.

He's now the aggressor in a blog war with Andrew Wright, Contemporary Artist from Canada. Apparently his eponymous enemy--who measures his penis in centimetres and paints with colour--has a higher ranking on google searches for their common name. I'm all for name-calling and childish taunts, but prefer them directed at a more deserving target than our mild-mannered, bilingual friends to the North.

Still, comic Andrew Wright has the fire in the belly to take his dreams to the big town while I'm still in Georgia and haven't started a pointless, ill-attended show in over a year. (How about a "comedy night" at one of those indie bookstores that always smell like wet cardboard. With comedians who read and some unpretentious, funny writers? We'd only need about 5 folding chairs and a little space over by Gender Theory.)

I'm not sure I cotton to these city ways, but Andrew's a talented young comic and it's nice to see him making noise in the New York scene.

Rock on.