Never Dream Alone.
Yes folks, the only person ever in the world who ever proved himself as profound as great zamboni- Steve Seabrook!
Mr. Seabrook will join me great zamboni on stage at the Monkey House in Berkeley on May 20thth at 8pm.
After you see him, you will never be the same you you were when you walked in the door!
Save the date! and never dream alone!
Everyone is a business man or businesswoman.
I do not refer to your job or gig or occupation.
Each of us must decide what we are in the business of. Some people are in the business of spreading joy and love. Some in the business of greed, or gaining attention. Some spend energy on being victims, or angry. Sinatra was in the business not of singing, but of bringing joy and an incredible style and confidence to the world. Leonardo wasn’t in the business of painting, he was in the business of teaching mankind how to dream and then build those dreams. Rosa Parks was not in the business of riding buses but of evolving her world.
A better question next time you meet a person at a fried shrimp bonanza or a Polo match, instead of “what do you do for a living?” is “what do you want you your legacy to be?”
What are you in the business of? Why are you really here?
Great Zamboni is in the business of showing people that inside, they are the true great zambonis. He do this through laughter and provoking thoughts.
Tell me how bout you?
Three people at Zamboni show last night at Monkey House.
Zamboni has been asked, where is Vladimir Putin? The leader of the many Russians. Like all questions, I can answer this.
Vladimir called me last week and said, “hey, Zamboni, great one, I am so frickin stressed out, with the Ukraine, my blood pressure, the oligarchs getting up my ass- what should i do to deal with this stress? I tried to take a crap it was like a Piroshki of lead in there, I’m gonna blow an O-ring if i don’t-”
-Here I interrupted him. We always talk phone, never Skype (Even though Skype was developed by Estonians and hence I love this- but Putin’s stare is very off-putting, even for me, the equilibrious greatzamboni, so I prefer not to see his face. Even when we play Croquet I pixilate him)
“Vlad, please, take three breaths and three sips of the Kava drink I sent to you. Now three more. Feel the freeze on the lips? Yes.. Wait for it..Good, now listen.
“Okay now, here is what you do.” I sent him to a very peaceful place I like to go, when even sometimes I great zamboni needs to relax. It is a sinkhole made by a comet that came to Earth a million years ago. In it the waters are cool and will restore your balance to the earth. I sent him there.
So leave him be and worry about yourself! Because there are other more important things to worry about!
I really had a time last night. It was the last of my two shows at the Monkey House. I looked out through a crack in the back curtain at 7:50 and saw maybe two people. Much sadness. I think to myself, “what the fuck man?! Here I am busting my humps- paying for the damn space..doing my show, and nobody come…” etc etc. cue tiny fingertip violin.
But then I come out at 8:10 and the place is packed. Full. My first sell out show. People are drinking their beers and splitting cervixes they are laughing so hard. The questions as well were great they ask to Zamboni (“What’s the difference between the male orgasm and the femael orgasm?…Where did your name come from?… Should i have a baby with Zamboni?”)
I left the Monkeyhouse with hope. I still am angry that offers don’t get delivered to me on plates. Afterall, everytime I do show, people laugh, they sigh, they learn something- they enjoy- so why don’t more people say “Hey Zamboni, do show in my theatre! Make me a million sheckels as I produce you on Broadway “etc. But this does not happen.
But as long as people keep coming and enjoying, laughing and thinking- I have chance to get on Jimmy Kimmel and Carnegie Hall.
Thanks you, if you came to see show- if not don’t sleep on the next one.
This is a very good question Zamboni, and since you have asked yourself -me, the great zamboni, certainly we can come to a good and right answer.
You certainly have a long road ahead. You are currently what we call in Estonian show business parlance, “small goat nuts”. Last Thursday’s show at The Monkey House in Berkeley was no doubt rocking like a hurricane, but most people there were directly related to you, at least by blood or two degrees. Take your mom out of the equation?=crickets. So I take your question to really be, how can I expand my audience, my name, my reknown so that larger and larger doors open and the world can know and appreciate the who and what and how of Zamboni, is that it?
Yes, more or less Zamboni, you are insightful.
Okay, thank you, as I promised, even if it is myself asking the question, great zamboni can never be stumped. Here is what you must do.
Be everywhere. All the time. Doing Zamboni. Like my granny Priitik used to draw in the dirt, (she was mute): If you are trying to snag a moby dick, use a big god damn net.
Shirts, stickers, Internet virus video, talent shows, open mics, bar and bat mitzvahs, remember those books as a child, Lowly Worm, how that worm shows up everywhere? Be the worm!
Keep getting better Zamboni, keep your eyes on the big fish, even if you get pre-occupied with being a small fish- know where you wish to be headed and keep one eye on that. Yes its easy to get bitter because success isn’t served on platter to you, or this person never comes to your show, or no one seems to give a shit about developing solo artists in this damn town, etc- but as my drill sargeant in Estonian Special Forces liked to say “boo fucking hoo! now keep marching you partakers in goat ass!” ( hard to translate)
So Zamboni, be everywhere. Make your success an inevitable fact. Make Carnegie Hall too small a venue to fit your your fans, but do it anyway (have to add an 11:00 show) But only do this as long as it is fun.
My country, Estonia, has brought to you people many great things, some of which I will announce and revel in, when I perform this week in Berkeley. But did you know, that perhaps most special of all, is the athletic activity of Wife Carrying Competition?
Yes, the men throw their wives over their shoulders, make a race, and see who is fastest- super enjoying! (see Estonian-style of carry here)
Learn this and more this coming week at my show!
Ciao old sport!
Ahhh yes. The eternal question. You don’t want to fall into the cliche trap of candy boxes and roses, but you don’t want to ignore it and risk the wrath of your beloved. In Estonia we call this being caught between a rock and another rock.
It reminds me of a lover I had once in my youth. You may know Madeline Albright as the esteemed politician, I knew her, in her rosy youth, as Pixie. Flaxen afternoons we spent, browsing bookstores, hand in hand, slurping oysters out of ashtrays, blindfold tennis, all the good romantic things. Then Valentines day came. We had been dating for 3 months.
That morning I woke her up as usual, hanging from the ceiling in my unitard… as she yawned I left the tent to prepare our usual gruel and Sherpa Tea…but when I came back into the love nest I noticed she was unhappy.
“Is this it?” she asked.
“Excuse me my love?”
“Is this all you have planned?”
“Well..yes in fact, I thought after the gruel we might make lots of sexy time and do good snuggling..after all Valentines Day is just a manufactured bourgeois Hallmark holliday, as you described it yesterday yourself.”
As I inhaled the exhaust of her car as she sped off, I realized that you skip Valentines day at your peril, indeed.
Yes my friends, I know many of you have merely contacted me, the Great Zamboni, over the ethernet, or perhaps you have touched my garments through a security barrier- or bought a pair of my sweaty running shorts on a Japanese website- but all that can come to an end now.
Zamboni is performing live this very month in Berkeley Ca.
Thursdays, two of them. Feb 12th, 19th , at the Monkeyhouse in Berkeley.
Don’t sleep on this friends, take the hookah out of your mouth, pause Netflix, don’t go toward the light- buy these tickets now online or else you might miss it. The Monkeyhouse only fits 53 peeps, so don’t get left in the cold like a Dickensian street urchin, wandering the foggy street with chimeny dust stuck to your face begging starngers for a cup a ‘ tay.
Get your tickets now!