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Travels with Kyle, Dispatch #3: Omaha, NE and Sioux Falls, SD
“Give me a second with those beers, guys, I’ve gotta go get ice on this buffalo.”
Kyle and I are in Interior, South Dakota, just outside Badlands National Park. The town has 94 residents (according to the 2010 U.S. Census) and two bars (according to our own). We’re in the second drinking establishment of the evening, The Horseshoe, having found bar #1, The Wagon Wheel, to be the blandest bar in the United States, manned solely by its owner, who was drinking coffee and watching Armageddon. Here at The Horseshoe, though, we're surrounded by pool-playing cattlemen, a drunk with a brass-knuckle knife sticking out of his jeans, a woman from the Urals whose biggest dream is to get a Marilyn Monroe piercing in Rapid City, and our aforementioned mysterious buffalo-icing beer-slinger who, before we can ask him what the hell he’s talking about, is out the door — taking two buckets of ice with him.
I turn to Kyle, empty bottle in hand. He rips a hunk off his recently purchased pickled turkey gizzard and shrugs. “You’re the journalist,” he says. “Go take a look.” READ MORE
Travels with Kyle, Dispatch #2: Boulder, CO and Sturgis, SD
“I’ve never been to Sturgis, I just thought I’d showed up at the ugliest gay pride parade I’ve ever seen. Really, that much leather and tassels and you’re going to tell me you’re all straight?”
We’re at The Knuckle Saloon in Sturgis, South Dakota, at the tail end of the 71st Annual Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. The Saloon is packed; there’s a handful of wary locals but many of the people in the crowd are bikers rounding out a weeklong bender. Kyle Kinane's on the stage, and as his opening lines swing out over the bar to mixed reactions I grip my pack tighter. In the bag, just in case, is “The General”, though I’m realizing there’s no way a buck knife will improve this situation. Our jokes about getting the shit kicked out of us in this town may turn out to have been more like premonitions. READ MORE
Travels with Kyle, Dispatch #1: Los Angeles and Las Vegas
"Finally, Mustard."
It seems weird to have a password to get into a comedy show, but that’s what you had to say to get into RBar in Los Angeles’s Koreatown on Tuesday night. There was no cover, cheap beer, and a lineup of a dozen comedians trying out new bits and sharpening their jokes. One of them was the man I’d come to see, who I will be spending the next two weeks on the road with for his Great Mistakes Tour: Kyle Kinane.
For those who don’t know Kyle, he’s a 34-year-old LA-based comic who’s been doing stand up for over a decade and has had a hell of a last couple of years. Death of the Party, his debut album, came out in 2010 to rave reviews and was named one of the top ten comedy albums by The Onion’s AV Club. The man himself was named one of Variety’s Top Ten Comics to watch. He has opened for the likes of Patton Oswalt and Aziz Ansari, and he recently toured with Daniel Tosh. His first headlining gig was May of last year. READ MORE





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