Comedy Idol, Comedy Now, and Grammar Also

February 8, 2007

CFEX FMThe first night of judging passed February 06th.  I had a fine time reviewing the talent with Josh Holliday from X92.9 FM, and Holly Watt representing Yuk Yuks.  Good times.  The show went well and we got to see a full range of comedy style and talent.  Tony Binns came away as the nights winner.  I am proud of Tony as he has also had a pivotal role in the development of my career as an esteemed peer.  He’s been a mainstay as a good friend since the inception of my pursuit of comedy.  I’ve always admired his ability to perform intelligent, clean comedy, that, and he’s one of the only guys who gets jokes about grammar.Elements of Style

Me: “You know what’s fun?  Grammar is.”

Audience: (Sound FX – Cricket chirp)

Tony (back of room): “Hee-hee-hee.” 

Josh HollidayAs it turns out Josh has an extensive perfoming history himself, having performed in theatre and comedy stages in Toronto.  He has also played rugby, so I think his knowlege of the hilarious and cleats to the neck should prove very helpful.  I’m looking forward to exchanging stories of the Rivoli and Spirits, and getting a prop to the face trying to set up a maul with a scrum half.

 He’ll get it like Tony Binns gets grammar.

Comedy NowTonight I get to showcase for Comedy Now

“How would you like your comedy?”


I’ll have to wait to see what happens.   Yep, I find out later about Comedy Now

This stuff writes itself.


Hello again

February 7, 2007

This year is gonna be a good one…or not, but I have hope.  Fresh start with a fresh web site.  I have a new CD and DVD, with video of the DVD in the “Video” section of the site – check it out.  Updates will be regular, looking forward to imposing my opinions on you.


Vancouver, Montreal, and Saskatchewan

February 10, 2006

It’s been a bit since I last wrote here.  I apologise to the three or four of you that actually read this.  I now have a myspace where you too can be my friend.  

Irwin Barker and Kelly Dixon.  Last night the show rocked.  I finally have the finger on the pulse of Vancouver, maybe previously I shouldn’t have tried to take the pulse with my thumb.

presley_camden_0001Man, it’s been a trippy year.  The highlight has to be the birth of my daughter, Presley, who is growing into a little lady.   She lights up the room with her dimply smile. camden has really stepped up as a big bro and loves the sh*t out of her, I think it’s him, the sh*t is coming from somewhere, and there is a lot of it.

I was at montreal for the Just For Laughs International Comedy Festival which was a hugely wondrous, and enlightening experience.  The feedback was great and I met a lot of influential people, while they were hammered, and promised me nothing, and wouldn’t remember me if I gave them remember me pills.

richard_lettRecently, I was on tour with the infamous Richard Lett, the Canadian George Carlin, with a voice like golden honey, golden honey that has been smelted with glass shards and itchy.   I do have to publicly thank the blatty crooner for taking me out of a potentially dangerous situation(s), disarming me, and loading me full of pizza.  The details are unecessary, but Saskatoon can now rest peacefully and safely soley to the diligence of Richard Lett.  I still think that the dude was Cree Indian.   That’s all I’m going to say about that.


PastaI have the luxury of staying at my buddy’s home here in Vancouver, Lachlan Patterson, a fellow comedian, has provided me with the guest room at his estate.

He had his cook whip up a salmon pasta, with fresh rosmary from the garden absolutely fine cuisine.


Lachlan is working this week with Paul Provenza, the director of “The Aristocrats”, currently one of the most talked about movies of ’05.  The discussion to go boating came up, but the opportunity did not. some friends have a cigarette boat, a term new to me.  I think the potential was enough for me, it sounds like a lot of work.

Well, that’s about it.  Aren’t you glad I started writing here again?

Me neither.  ‘Til next time.





Presley Grace

March 22, 2005

presleygrace_mommyPresley Grace Fredrickson was born March 20th at approximately 1:40pm at the Rockyview General hospital.  She weighs 6.5lbs, which is pretty darn good for someone who wanted out of the pod a month early.  Mommy is doing great.  Camden is still trying to figure what just happened.

Daddy is in Toronto and has the London leg of his tour left.

presley_first_phone_callFamily is taking care of everything, and I would like to extend thanks to everyone and their support. Trinda, Camden, and Presley are in very capable hands and they all know how much I love them all.  I’ve been pretty much told to finish what I need to do here.

It’s kind of cool though, to have such a life experience embedded in a life experience.  I talked to my daughter for the fist time in Peter’s kitchen.  When I heard her crying in the background, boom, waterworks for Mr. Daddy. I got to talk to her when she was crying, the stringbean stopped as soon as she heard my voice and let out a couple of screeches in response.  What a sweetheart.

Life is awesome.

Watch “I ♥ Huckabees”, a great flick on existentialism.  Existentialism 101 by Dustin Hoffman and Lily Tomlin.


Thursday In Mississauga

March 18, 2005

I haven’t really left the room today.  It seems that Mississauga is right outside this hotel, all around it.  I’m not sure how it happened, but it’s out there.  Personally I don’t have anything really against Missisauga, but I really don’t have anything about Mississauga that inspires me either.  Let’s call it a draw.  I’ll Forrest Gump this leg of the tour.  When I’m hungry, I’ll eat.  When I’m tired I’ll sleep.  When I have to do stand up, I’ll go do stand up.  And I’ll run everywhere I go wearing my shirt buttoned all the way up.

Blech.  Not much to add.  Thursdays.  Thursdays make me want to gnash my teeth. GNASH!  GNASH!  THURSDAY!  GNASH!

I have pictures of stuff, I have to get home to upload them, I left the cable there.  Home. It has such a nice ring to it.  Home. Such juxtiposition against “Thursday” and it’s cold embrace.

I think Mississauga is a nice place.  I can see it from here.  There’s a window in the room.  I don’t have anything at all to write, and yet I continue.  It’s one of the many hazards of connecting to the internet.  You’re there, may as well spew off rambling senseless crap.  Maybe go off and read someone else’s rambling senseless crap.  Maybe I can buy some senseless crap.  Just get online, send off a couple emails about some senseless crap that someone forwarded to me.

Ramble ramble ramble…GNASH!

Man, and it’s FRIDAY, not Thursday.  This is what Thursday’s do to you.  Damn that Thor.  Damn his day.


Oh yeah.  I met mark Mckinney yesterday.  Nice kid.


Without Relent

March 17, 2005

Yesterday went well, more Toronto covered.  After the sushi, coffee, and a nap I did a spot at the downtown Yuk Yuks.  It’s refreshing to see that Wednesday crowds are as amazing as back in Calgary.  Yessir, a raucous bunch who didn’t let up laughter until the night was over.  They continued their applause for what seemed an eternity.  Wolf whistles, panties thrown at the stage, people passing out…

Yep, it was something else.

So after we got down from being carried around on people’s shoulders we headed over to Spirits.  I got five minutes stage time later in the evening where the people, my god the people.  There must have been five hundred people crammed into there.  How could I NOT go on with them chanting my name.  I thought for sure it was a fire hazard, but apparently some people had camped out for several days just to see me.  Well, I’m not one to disappoint.  Dan Gordon warmed them up sufficiently, I didn’t know if I could follow – they just wouldn’t let him leave the stage.  My dear God, the love that was shared!

…and then we ate polish sausages from some meat selling guy.

Second day in Toronto – filled with sarcasm.

The shows went well.  It’s an underrated feeling, “well”.  It’s like having a nice tall glass filled with lukewarm water.  Not bad, but it’s kinda feels like drinking piss without the salty

The weekend approaches.


Toronto Virginity – Gone

March 16, 2005

toronto_skylineSo this is Toronto.

I’m well into my second day here having had an odd experience eating sushi with Peter Anthony.  There is a place near his where they make some outstanding dishes. The service was complete with a poor waiter who had literally just got off the boat; we actually helped him with his bags.  The guy was super nice and the food was fantastic, it could have only been better if he had a clue what we were trying to order.  We wanted to share a plate with the regular assortment of fish flesh, underwater foliage, green hot paste, and rice.  The confusing part was the soup and salad that came with the order.  Peter in his maniacal state, asked nonchalantly to magically turn the soup into a salad as well so we could both enjoy the exact same meal. four salads What was he thinking?  What kind of person does this?  It made no sense, what did we want again?  Four salads?  Of course.  That had to be it.  So the polite, bespectacled waiter sloshed off in his still drying, ocean water soaked shoes to get us four salads.  This is exactly what we wanted after all.  I won’t mention what happened what happened when I asked for water AND green tea for both of us…and the ‘jug’ of water request from Peter.

He got a nice tip, I’m not a dick.

After the crazy night at the airport waiting for my flight to Toronto, all is more that I could expect. <That's right - Hot AND Sexy I hitched a ride with my father in law at about 10:00pm being my flight didn’t leave until 6:00 am, I had to be there for 5:00am, whoever would have given me a ride in the morning would have had to be up at about 4:30am.  No good.  Think about getting an 8.99 month pregnant woman (a very hot and sexy woman may I add) out of bed, heartburn, ongoing cough due to cold and all.  Get the same pregnant (hot and sexy) woman to wake up the two year old, who is ALWAYS pleasant when he low on sleep, get ready and drive daddy to the airport.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?  So I went with a night at the airport.  I am lucky my day job has a good drug plan.  That’s all I’m saying about that.

Question: Are airports always under construction?

Peter gave me the quick and dirty tour of Toronto.  I think tours of Toronto are probably always dirty, regardless of the time spent.  After eagerly piling into a double fistful of spicy East Indian Roti and a damaging round of Texas Hold ’em with Peter’s roommate Christian Hopson and their buddy, Eric Bowden (both goodfellas), Peter and I went off to the Underground Garage.  It was pretty empty at 10:00pm. Picnics Gone Wild We were the first there. Very pubby with low light ambience, Polaroid’s as wallpaper, an amorous aromatic mix of nutty beer and bleach cleaned hardwood floors, with the piece de resistance of misplaced bras lining the bar ceiling.  Sort of a slut couture I suppose.  But it wasn’t a sleaze place, don’t get me wrong, the only sleaze would have been the newly jiggle tatted skink (skank plural) who did NOT make any appearances that I could smell.  I wonder what those poor sluts wake up to the next day after something like that. “Jesus.  What happened last night?  Who are you…and you…and you…what is that taste in my mouth?  It tastes like day old stale pickled ass.  AND WHERE IS MY BRA?!?  Whew, that’s right, I took it off at the bar when it got all itchy and respectable.  What is that shoved up my…?”

Freddy in action - Hot AND SexyWhat would have been an early night turned into a rocking eve with the advent of the comedic contingent. John Dore, Tim Rabnutt, and Steve Dylan Patterson made the grand entrance forever changing my Toronto experience.  “Of all the bars…”  Maybe it was the microphones.  Maybe it was the demonic rhythms pulsating from the jam session, maybe it was the incessant cajoling of Peter, but Freddy brought out the ‘no harmonica’ harmonica.  The backup accompaniment took a 180 at the realization that no one was doing vocals.  I tore into a fifteen minute song I call “Done Too Much”.  An eloquent and universal hymn singing the praises of going way the f*ck overboard.

Toronto rocks.

Revelation: Frozen orange juice mix should ONLY be prepared in a blender.

Day one point five…done.


Wednesday, January 26, 2005

January 26, 2005

Here’s some surprizing news – Pizza Hut hasn’t responded, feel free to call ’em up, ask for the manager, and congratulate them on being a f*cking bunch of skak filled douchebags. Incidentally skak isn’t currently a globally recognized word, it is a word, but it was invented by Brett Martin and is yet to be made famous…please use it liberally.

One of my recent findings trying to entertain myself on the internet has been http://www.disturbingauctions.com/. Not only can you find invaluable collectors items, but you can find garish, nightmare inducing, invaluable collectors items.


Johnny C.

January 24, 2005

thanks for 'Tonight'I was told Carson was immortal!  This is garbage.  The king of late night…gone…and I don’t mean Conan O’Brien.  Conan’s not gone is what I mean, he is the new reigning king, no offence to Letterman.  I have no comment about Leno. And poor McMahon…and I don’t mean Vince.  First Arsenio Hall is bastardizing Star Search with “showmedemdigits” and now this?  I think Eddie’s waiting for the TV’s Bloopers and Practical Jokes crew to show him the hidden cameras.

When I was a kid, I didn’t know that the Tonight Show was anything but Johnny Carson.  I had no knowledge of anyone before and I was astonished that they would continue with anyone different after.  Johnny Carson IS late night talk show, anything else is just comparison.

Links on Johnny:
Johnny Carson’s web site
The Guardian



January 22, 2005

Man, I have REALLY been getting the gears for not updating my web page more often.  It seems I have a high level of life enrichment.  Some people say that they need to drink more water, eat more vegetables, maybe study a new language…then there are those that need more Freddy in their life.  To some I am a cool drink of water and I taste better than broccoli too, je suis le pinacle, l’épitomé si vous, du sustinance… ou pas.

Last weekend I was in Edmonton doing the weekend shows.  Harold Preuss MC’ed the events and Steve Patterson was headlining.  Paul Sveen came in on Thursday to take it downtown. Welby “I need a web link” Santos was a regular that weekend to add some Filipino flavour to the mix .)

Paul “not much here to link to either”Myerhaug suprized us with a visit on Friday, with Kelly “the only picture of me on the internet has a big red ‘x’ through it” Dakus setting the bar with his guest spot on the Friday late show.  Saturday had Winston “I bet you thought I have a link, but I don’t” Herbert pop by to help out with a solid set.  All in all it was a grand time.  The shows really went well, and I got to see some faces that I hadn’t seen in awhile and new ones to boot. (*note-I didn’t boot anyone in the face, don’t be retarded

An exciting thing about Edmonton is that it’s the newest club on the circuit, meaning they relocated to a brand spanking new venue.  Along with being a new venue, they also have a green room, which Calgary does not.  I (had) posted a photo here to show the ambience, the faux antique brass bull and matador adorning the wall, with the retro velvet couch/rocking chair combination, which can only accentuate the wicker/wood coffee table and partial brick panelling memorabilia from the old club.  Tastefully done…you may wish to lay a towel before sitting on the couch.