Sucked In

I love being right. So I start every day telling myself “Today is going to suck.” And if it does… I’m right, and that makes me happy. If it doesn’t suck, it’s cool because I will most likely be right in the next few days. The point of this exercise in self trickery is to have zero suckery by being ready for all suckness that the high lord of Sucktown flings at me. And the point of this post is to tell you I have some new projects in the works that I am approaching with this mantra. One project is to produce my own show again in NYC with some very funny friends of mine. Instead of setting a date and planning how to fill seats from there, we are laying the ground work first with an actual plan.

One of the first things I did after discussing this with my eager partners was to watch this video again that was made by the Emmy winning video producer E2 Productions on the trials and tribulations of producing a comedy show I had in the East Village. It’s an entertaining piece (mostly because I am the star…) and a unique look on trying to get any kind of traction in the stand up world. I will keep you posted on what’s happening-thanks for supporting what I do!

John McClellan: The Story Of A Comedian Video


Buzzfeed Break In

In my never ending attempt to be everywhere at once in order to be at the right place at the right time, I have gotten a submission into the internet news site Buzzfeed. Take a look and leave your comments. The initial response has been good so look for more people!

Radio Show Clip!

The sure kiss of death for a stand up show is to either have your parents in the audience or tape the show in some way. In spite of this, I was able to capture a full show on audio that I am looking to turn into a CD. Over the course of digging through various audio and video clips (in order to write a new set so I can start selling the old one on CD…), I have stumbled on some good things to share. This is a clip of an appearance I made on the Monsters In The Morning show on Real Radio 104.1 in Orlando a few months back where i’m promoting my show and giving the inside scoop on being on reality TV.Photo Oct 07, 4 10 14 PM


Full Of Sheet

This a great time to be a sports fan with MLB Spring training and the NCAA Basketball tournament underway.  I’m going double fisted on Twitter these next few weekends live tweeting the games. Check out @ccnlive for tweets that regularly get retweeted by sports talk shows and sportswriters across the nation and my @boozecoma account for a little more cut throat humor.

Those of you that follow my sports Twitter account (And especially those of you that don’t…) can find an article I wrote for on some alternative bracket pool ideas here:

New Tour Dates For The Southeast in November

I have traveled to 47 out of the 50 states during my stand up career. The 3 that I am missing will become 2 as I am set to perform in Louisiana on my upcoming series of dates in the Southeast. The last two, by the way are-Hawaii and Wyoming. And Wyoming I am saving for a time when I have fucked up proper and need to disappear into the wind…

Shows have been set already in Atlanta, Pensacola, Tallahassee, Orlando (with a second show to be announced soon) Punta Gorda, FL, Hammond, LA as well as a yet to be finalized show in Greenville, SC. The current list of shows can be found on the Tour Dates page on this site. Several established venues for me are on this run plus some new venues that have replaced the ones I drank dry!

As always you can get special show discounts and other perks by signing up to be on the Boozecoma email list. Hope to see you at the show.


Memorial Day Weekend Stand Up Shows


John McClellan cannonballs into the heartland of America for 3 stand up comedy smash ups May 23-25 in Illinois and Michigan! Click here for tickets venue and show information.

Follow Me On My New @ccnlive Twitter Account

I am posting part of a piece that I did as a series for a Baltimore sports radio station about what a sports bar should really be like in order to promote my new live sports comedy commentary Twitter account  The Couch Coach Network (@ccnlive). We are ripping into every live nationally televised sporting event as well as some regional NFL, NBA, NCAA and MLB games of note. I hope you will follow @ccnlive as well as retweet what you think are our best lines. In the meanwhile… I will be at the (sports) bar.

It seems that every bar that I walk into calls themselves a “Sports Bar.” Not so fast. Simply tuning your TV’s to a “sports” channel qualifies you to be a sports bar as much as buying a jersey allows you to bang Eva Longoria. I understand why places leave sports on all day. Restaurant and bar owners want their customers to have a good time while they are in their establishment so they don’t want people distracted with all the horrible things going on in the world like earthquakes, crime or “Glee”. So sports it is…

But to really be a sports bar you should have to set yourself apart from regular bars with the way you run your business. First of all you want to keep children and anyone that has ever ordered biscotti without being sarcastic out of the area so a sports bar should be like the adult movie section of your old neighborhood video store: It’s in the back corner of the place and you enter through old time saloon style doors under a sign that plainly reads “Adults Only-Must be 18 Years of Age.” Secondly, every TV should have sporting events on. EVERY FUCKING ONE. Not guys in turtlenecks and ponytails talking about sports. And by sports, I mean GAMES. Baseball, Basketball, UFC matches, Horse Racing, Australian Rules Football, South American body snatching, Chinese monkey punching-I don’t care what it is as long as it’s run back to back and nonstop like episodes of “Law And Order.

To me one of the reasons that someone would go to a sports bar would be to recreate the feeling of actually going to a sporting event-so why can’t a sports bar try to be more like the stadium? Let people bring their own chairs and let them grill out in the bar like they do in the parking lot. Encourage patrons to throw snowballs and bottles after bad calls like they do at the game. Show shots of the bar owner in his luxury box on the security camera every time one of his employees does something good. And have the bathroom set up like stadium bathrooms but pipe in random crowd cheering because if you think you are missing a big play it will keep the line moving.

Now in order to be successful the 21st century, you need to be interactive. That’s why the sports bar of the future should also have showers. If a guy gets out of line or switches from beer to white zinfandel the manager will come out, take his drink away, pat him on the butt, motion for the lefthander because he is done for the day.

Stars and Bars Stand Up Tour Recap

It has been a while since I lived out of a car on purpose. The “Stars and Bars Stand Up Tour” I recently completed was a good one and deserves a recap…

The wheel job from NYC to first official night of the tour at Celtic Ray in Punta Gorda FL was 20 hour stretch so a stop was in order and I wanted it to be productive. I found a comedy club about half way and convinced them to give me a spot as an audition and a rehearsal of sorts for me. I got there early enough to brush my teeth in the parking lot and check escape routes. The universe will give you signs if you are paying attention and mine came about 20 minutes befor I pulled in the parking lot. The road into town had tobacco plants planted next to a graveyard. I tweeted that this was the only area you would see something like this and the only area that can not see the irony in it… A crowd of 15 stumbled in slowly to the venue and my turn at the mike came early in the show. Doing well in front of 400 people is real cool, hitting it with a small crowd is a ridiculious high and I’m clipping it people. After my set I talked to the oddly indifferent owner who told me that he’s unwilling to add me to his talent rotation. It’s his place, so he can run it as he sees fit. But what stuns me is what he says after that. “You’re close… You’ll get there.” Sorry scallop bag, I just turned a room with 15 people in it upside down-I’m THERE. I will also be THERE 6 months from now when your club is dollar store. On my way out of town I passed the tobacco lined graveyard and it all came into perspective for me.

The next couple of shows were well attended and I had good performances (capped by a standing o one night!) But the show in Clearwater FL at Jack’s Joint was my favorite of the tour. A 11th hour addition to the tour, this show was on a night they are not normally open. We knew ahead of time the crowd might be light, however the point of this show was to expand the fan base into a new market and the Coconut’s Comedy Club people really got behind the show. I phoned the club to see what they were saying about the upcoming performance and was told “Sunday night we have a real special show! John McClellan from “Millionaire Matchmaker” will be here. He’s been around a long time and has done a lot of shit!” I love the fact that the guy was so excited about it but the best part was he was right. I HAVE done a lot of shit. Not all of it good-but it’s out there and it can be verified by a long list of ex-girlfriends and attorneys. That night was, in my mind, some of the best stand up I have done in a while. Good enough to ease the sting of doing my wash in a strip center the next day.

Good nights at the Orlando Improv and at the Bleu Pub in Valdosta, GA followed with the last stop on the coast of North Carolina at Playhouse 211. Normally a theater space, Playhouse 211 offered up a night of my stand up as a special engagement. We had a full house but not my normal crowd of 40 oz bangers. The lot was full of Lincolns and import 4 doors and I’m telling you, if I don’t see a car with some primer on it, I get a little edgy. The dressing room had a bottle of single malt waiting for me and as I mentioned before-the universe will give you a sign if you stay aware. I accepted 2 glasses of this gesture and took the stage after Doug Canney set the table for me. I spent the next 60 minutes doing my show like I was trying to talk my out of a speeding ticket. Turned out to be a good idea. At least I think it was. When I came around to the front of the theater to sign some pictures (a custom at the Playhouse 211) I heard a pounding on the showroom door. The fucker was locked! These folks had to stay for the whole show whether they wanted to or not.

The Stars and Bars Stand Up Tour was a real success. You can check out the pictures from the shows on my Facebook page. Every venue on this run was a new one for me with the exception of the Improv and I will be returning to all of these clubs as soon as I run out of fireworks.


The next time I watch the 11 o’clock news I’m checking for an Adam’s apple. Let me explain… I was unknowingly tricked into watching the after prime-time news. I was tuned into a ball game, and when it ended-it actually ended. Normally that “buffer” of listening the post-game bore off is a benign enough space to decide my next time sucking vampire move. However, the nightly news detonated on the screen like a drag queen bursting into a hotel room for a bachelor party-sporting full make up with their cock taped out of sight. This stunned along with confused feeling is the same one I get when I call my parents: I dial the phone, expecting to get their voice mail, but they answer instead which completely throws off my mental compass. By the time I figure out what is going on I’m in the middle of a conversation about the fucking weather.

With heavy competition from cable, the Internet and psychics, local news is really only slightly better than smoke signals and really only useful for rural school closings or slowly bringing a coma patient up to speed. Let’s face it, if you regularly watch the 11PM news in the 21st century your first priority is not to be informed, it’s to be the first one posting video of an anchor or reporter’s epic fail on YouTube. The model for the modern newscast was conceived before everyone had smart phones giving them the world at the end of their arm so they had to drink at work all day to keep occupied. People don’t want to wait until the end of the day to find out what’s going on, however they still watch TV, so all it really takes is a few nips and tucks to make the 11 o’clock news relevant again.


Who has the time to be an eyewitness? Any time something happens any potential witnesses are so busy snapping pictures or hand held video of the scene for their Facebook page they didn’t actually see anything. All you have left is a shaky shot of a either a robbery or a penguin getting kicked in the balls. This is probably a good thing because in my neighborhood, if you are an eyewitness on Tuesday, your photo is on a telephone pole with the word “missing” under it on Friday. Eyewitness accounts are way too long anyway and end up sounding like when some spazz at work tells a joke that includes every detail but a punchline. People tend to understand more when the information is inferred with a nod and a wink, so Let’s change the title to “Didn’t See Nuthin’ News” and have reporters whisper the stories with their hands cupped around one side of their mouth. You will get more people will tune in every night to see if the anchor that gave out a little too much information last week ever comes back from their “vacation”.

Anchorperson 1: “Here’s the latest on the fatal shooting that occurred downtown tonight…”

Anchorperson 2: (Whispers into Anchorperson 1’s ear)

Anchorperson 1: “Really? (Looks around and under the news deck nervously) Sorry folks… Umm… Turns out nothing happened…  (Stares at camera uncomfortably for 10 seconds) Nothing at all…”


The 11 o’clock hour is full of much more entertaining choices than this parade of Summer stock has-beens in self tanner, so instead of the lonely reporter in the parking lot, trick us into thinking we are flipping through other channels by giving live reports of the shows we are missing. Being live on the scene of a news story that happened 5 hours ago is a waste of time for everyone involved because live or not, you’re still late. The live reporter is news department code for “freshly promoted intern” and must be like trying to nail a 73-year-old stripper– All the real action happened a long time ago and so many people have trampled through there you need to run the vacuum in the high traffic areas. Who are you there to talk to? Those mixed up in the reported doings are either at home, in jail or on their way to a new life of changing hairstyles and learning Portuguese, so an interview is out of the question. I can’t be the only one wondering why the station sent some tool down to City Hall in the rain at 11:15pm when even the cleaning crew is 2 hours gone OR, why in the name of imperial FUCK any one cares what is going on at the State Fair. If these reports have to happen, let’s give the reporter a chance to give a quality answer.

Anchorperson: “Let’s go to Bob Phillips who is live at the Fairgrounds. What is going on down there?”

Reporter: “Well it seems they have actually found someone with a full set of teeth! But as it turns out, they were not attending the fair; they were lost and just stopped for directions out of this cesspool. I pleaded for a ride, however the car was full. Back to you.”


In an effort to get you to watch the news, the stations will pepper the daily broadcasts with gems like: “Deadly radiation levels in a local neighborhood. Is it yours? Tune in at 11 to find out.” DEADLY RADIATION? You need to tell me that information right fucking now! I’m not sitting through a Ralph Macchio dance routine to find out if my skin is going to melt into my socks. Don’t pimp me-if the shit was that thick you would break into Dr. Phil to give me time to evacuate. You want me to watch your show? Entice me the same way Maxim magazine would-showing stuff I want and articles about how to score it. Spin the news to help us achieve our goals. Don’t promo that an elderly woman died from the heat-let us know a desirable apartment just opened up. Guy dies in a car wreck across town? Who cares? Newly widowed MILF needs a shoulder to cry on? You just got my attention over the west coast ball game I was thinking of watching.


We are led to believe that everyone on the newsroom set gets along. This just in: THEY DON’T! This is a job and people who work together don’t get along because they don’t get to choose who they work with. Everyone bites the bullet on the broadcast since time is short and everyone is afraid to start another drunken rampage by the pistol waving veteran anchor that usually addresses his abandonment issues by crying himself to sleep. Let’s let the anchor decide who the on-air team should be. Things are always livelier when friendships are solid enough not to buffer comments out of respect to good taste. Bringing in a team of friends may not be the most professional thing to do but hearing a story about how the sports guy lost his pants on the subway en route to job interview would be far more interesting than a report on the local lunch moneyless spelling bee champ.


The weather. That’s the only reason we watch this 30-minute time siphon anyway, so bring it on! To be fair don’t give all the time to the “Meteorologist” (BTW if anyone EVER tells me that is their job title-they get their head snapped back on the spot.) let the other newspersons toss it in as well. No need to interrupt the flow of the broadcast. Tell us the high and low temperature, then throw us the sunny, cloudy, windy or rain element, drop in a story then hit us with the weather again. Do weather related story and the (drum roll) weather again. Give the weather while doing the weather. Anyone that gives the barometric pressure gets tazed.

And lastly:


If you did a good job, come back and take a bow. What should you do for an encore? The weather daddy-o.





Copping Out

The cold sad truth of modern life is that it is easier to break people out of prison than to get them to leave their homes. The problem however is not getting out of the jailhouse – but getting in there in the first place. As I sifted through my mail recently I opened a letter from the local court. The letter was to inform me of a warrant for my arrest and to alert me that I could turn myself in at MY CONVENIENCE!

“Hello (Name of felon). We need your help! The recent economic downturn has left us without the manpower needed to personally handcuff you for (Type of infraction). In order to avoid public embarrassment, please report to (Address of police station) between (Hours of operation) with cash or money order for (Amount of bail).
(Name of woman with really long fake nails)

Let me get this straight, I’m wanted by the law, but not enough to climb a flight of stairs? Why don’t you just send me a Facebook invitation? It’s closing time at the City Hall saloon and I’m a last call outlaw. If you can’t cram my arrest into your crazy schedule… farm it out the Post Office. My slackjaw mail carrier can find their way here (Who do think “served” my warrant?) so issue a sidearm heater to Dr Land Spam. With the hard times in the letter business they should jump at the chance for a little overtime.

For the record, this was over a traffic ticket and honestly; to be on the po-po hit list for something like this is embarrassing. However as a fugitive I demand to be treated properly. Send your best piker goons to drag me out of here! Do I want to go to jail? No. And I won’t for this. So why do I want this treatment? For all the tight shit that comes along with it. You see- if the police drag you out of your building, your landlord tends to wait for you to produce the monthly rent instead of potentially agitating you by knocking on your door. Any items that have been borrowed from you come back that week. You are free to use as many forbidden swear words and racial/ethnic slurs, as you like with out having to whisper or look around first. And most importantly, when you tell everyone in your neighborhood that you were carted out of there for a traffic ticket, they A) don’t believe you and B) get up to date with any traffic infractions they have outstanding.

They don’t really want ME. They want my money. I learned this when I was cited for hanging posters for a show of mine. I was fined while no one bothered the people that put up the posters of their missing pets. So what I did was rounded up enough animals until I collected enough ransom/reward money for Fluffy and Patches to keep the law from breathing down my neck.