The Dirty Curls on “The Alex Aaron Comedy Hour”

Hey Curlfriends! Hope you’ve had a great week and have some hours of relaxation ahead of you. While you kick back, why doncha check us out on the Alex Aaron Comedy Hour… I started it almost 13 minutes in, when we come on.

HAHA. We had a ton of fun improvising that walk-out. I’M SUCH A DIVA, YOU GUYS.  Anyway, the full performance starts here:


Last Minute Valentine’s Day Gift Suggestions


Valentine’s Day is in a mere TWO DAYS. Do you care? We do because we’re playing two shows that night, but also because most of us are in committed relationships. Anyway, If you ALSO care about Valentine’s Day, but are hung up on what perfect gift to get your perfect someone, never fear… McClean is here.

Court's "headshot" from Giant Steps MN 2014.

Edited for eye bags. 

As a happy single lady who rarely has to purchase presents for a significant other, I know exactly what *I* would want for Valentine’s Day. And if it’s not clear from my choice of rings and rock n roll pose in the above picture, I have exquisite taste. So sit back, relax, light yer pipe and get out your debit card.


And not by you, Dog Bless Ya. A professional. The great news is, you don’t have to spend ninety thousand dollars on a day spa experience. Don’t let me stop you though, if that’s within your financial means because that is a sweet gift, but if you are spending your last $40 on your partner, even a 30 minute massage is an amazing experience. I have two friends who do massage in Minneapolis and are freakin’ fantastic at it: Ellie Hino with Care Therapeutic Massage and Dan Marlow at Marlow’s Massage.  I’ve personally been massaged by both of them and now you have a choice between a lady and a dude because I know some people care about that.


We in the Twin Cities know all about Smitten Kitten. It’s Uptown Minneapolis’ own super-progressive sex store, a la Babeland in NYC. All the toys are made of non-toxic, ethically-produced materials and they have amazingly knowledgable customer service. Well, lucky for the rest of the world, you can find them online and the FIRST vibrator for sale is only $10. That’s amazing! This one is more expensive, but Smitten Kitten has loads of toys, accessories, and tools for all budgets:

I am totally sold on the hot pink.

Don’t forget the batteries.


Why not Joe Biden? Because Paul Rudd.

Why not Joe Biden? Because Paul Rudd.


Court's "headshot" from Giant Steps MN 2014.

Court's "headshot" from Giant Steps MN 2014.

Yes, fine, I understand that getting a date with Paul Rudd is going to be impossible, but if all else fails and you find yourself at a CVS with no other options but giant white teddy bears… Swipes Lovin’ Wipes. I’m for serious:


I haven’t used mine yet because I forget about them, but I’ve heard they work really well.

Well, and maybe at least a flower and a Snickers bar.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

SHOW ANNOUNCEMENT! Remount of “The Sex (Ed) Show!” in Duluth on Jan. 24!

Curlfriends of Duluth (and others willing to travel)! We are so honored to have been asked to remount our 2014 Minnesota Fringe Festival smizash “The Sex (Ed) Show!” at Teatro Zuccone through Zeitgeist Arts in Duluth! We’ll be there on Jan. 24th, as part of a double bill with Sandbox Theatre’s “Marie-Jeanne Valet Who Defeated La Bete Du Gevudan.”

BONUS: Although these two shows are very different, I saw Sandbox Theatre’s “La Bete” during the Fringe, and as you would expect from Sandbox, it was captivating, scary, and enchanting. We are extremely honored to be on such a dynamic and entertaining bill!

Click right here for all the info and to buy tickets!  OKAY? OKAY!

I don't think any of these shows actually have to do with gay, generic beer.

I don’t think any of these shows actually have to do with gay, generic beer.

Our friend Bill Young, 1982-2014

I haven’t written about my friend Bill Young’s death yet due to a few things happening in, well, life. And, I just couldn’t yet. I couldn’t process another friend dying. Another comedian.

Bill died in the wee hours of the morning on Dec. 12. Just hours after many of us went to go see Gus one more time, lying in his coffin. The next morning, I was having a work date at a coffee shop with some girlfriends when I got the news from a friend via Facebook IM. I stumbled down Lyndale Avenue sobbing and screaming. Literally. I’m sure I scared some natives.

Just at the very beginning moment of our community accepting that Gus Lynch was gone, we lost Bill Young.

Bill's memorial Facebook profile photo for Gus. And now a bunch of us have it in our houses, thanks to our friend Andrea, who gave out a framed version at Bill's memorial.

Bill’s memorial Facebook profile photo for Gus. And now a bunch of us have it in our houses, thanks to our friend Andrea, who gave out a framed version at Bill’s memorial.

Bill Young, by the way, said about Gus after his passing, “Gus Lynch was a contentious motherfucker.” Not untrue, bless our Gus. But that’s definitely not something you can say about Bill. As it was made clear by the… couple hundred people? at Bill’s memorial last Thursday (I was a mess just thinking about how I had seen so many of the same people just a week earlier in the same situation for a different person), Bill was deeply loved and admired and will be greatly missed.  Here’s the perfect tribute to Bill from his best friend, fellow comedian Mike Brody.

I feel like I got to know Bill best through social media and his fantastic blog, Young Notions. It is a really wonderful example of how freaking funny Bill Young was. My very favorite entry was this one about flossing. Warning: it ends with Bill being “dead,” if that’s something you’re sensitive to, but it’s seriously so fucking funny.

For a little while, I lived down the street from Bill and my friend/his wife Jena (they divorced earlier this year), so I would stop by and say hi once in a blue moon for whiskey lemonades and a chat. Sometimes I’d be out front on the stoop at my place, and Bill would be on a walk during his endeavors to be healthier, and he’d stop and chat with me for a moment. And I’d inevitably invite him in for a smoke. He accepted once or twice.

One time he made me cookies too. That was a few years ago. And he drunkenly tried to kiss me after I gave him a ride home one night. It was funny and sweet, though he was pretty embarrassed. It was one of those “we’re hugging goodbye, but we’re not on the same page re: hug release.”

Bill was an amazingly talented comedian and he was a kind, kind soul. I remember him having my back on a few occasions, whether on Facebook, or when I needed a ride somewhere.

Watching the funniest assholes I know cry is heartbreaking. Through the deaths of these two friends, I am growing closer to my comedy friends, and our relationships are growing deeper. I will be forever thankful for that. I wish it could have happened without the sacrifice of these two pillars of the Twin Cities comedy community.

Travel safe, Bill!! You did, in fact, save us all.


I think this is the only picture of me and Bill Young (also Alvin Irby and Sid Oxborough!)


Happy Festivus from The City Pages!


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We, Me & The Dirty Curls, were deemed a music ARTIST OF THE YEAR by the Twin Cities’ own “alternative” weekly, The City Pages.

Say what you will about many things about The City Pages, it’s still our top weekly rag and it’s a FUCKING HONOR, ladies and gentlemen!!!!

Thank you so much, to everyone that has helped us to this moment. It’s been a rough end to 2014 and this made it hurt less.

Have a lovely night tonight wherever you may be, and hopefully you wake up tomorrow to a warm smile, a warm meal, in a warm bed.

Love, Court & The Curls

Rest In Paradise, Gus Lynch

The first time I met Gus Lynch, in 2009?, he looked like an over-sized leprechan. I may have been influenced by the fact that he approached me in front of Kieran’s Irish Pub.  He also had a big red beard at the time. And I think he was carrying a pot of gold.

Me and Gus at the Akumal Comedy Festival, 2013

Me and Gus at the Akumal Comedy Festival, 2013

ANYWAY, he asked me about the Rockstar Storyteller open mic we had started a couple months earlier and had just finished for the evening. I don’t remember our exact conversation, but I remember being excited about meeting this new performer who made me feel like I was a part of something great with his warm inquisitiveness about how to become involved.

Gus doing stand-up comedy at Siberia in New Orleans. Gus was a great stand-up comic and actor, as well as a husband and father.

Gus doing stand-up comedy at Siberia in New Orleans. Gus was a great stand-up comic and actor, as well as a husband and father.

We learned that Gus died yesterday. I say “died” and not “passed away,” because I had the pleasure of getting to eventually call Gus Lynch my friend, and I know he would probably just prefer I tell it straight.

He fell off a pyramid in Mexico while vacationing with his family. He broke several bones, punctured a lung, and did not make it through surgery. *EDIT: he did make it through surgery, but died of a cardiac arrest the next day.

Gus Lynch was a huge force. I am not unfamiliar with what that’s like, though I don’t think Gus and I share similar brain chemistries, or if we did, he hid it way better. But Gus was large, physically and meta-physically, and he was loud and he was misunderstood, I think, by me. But he fell off a pyramid. I feel like, for what I know of Gus, that was the way that would sell the most tickets to the great playwright in the sky’s blockbuster movie about Gus Lynch, hilarious, gruff, lovable and tough action star.  He fell off a fucking pyramid. In Mexico.

At this year's 10000 Laughs Festival, at Bedlam Lowertown. Taken right after Gus gave me a rightfully hard time about taking pictures of the shows and not cutting out the empty tables.

At this year’s 10000 Laughs Festival, at Bedlam Lowertown. Taken right after Gus gave me a rightfully hard time about taking pictures of the shows and not cutting out the empty tables.

Gus, there were moments I was scared of you. You were instant business the moment you felt like you weren’t being respected or taken seriously, and due to my past experiences with loud, brash men, you automatically had a one-up on my power, and I was a little fearful of you.  But you always, always respected my boundaries.  (I should make it clear in case this sounds weird: Gus and I were friends, collaborators, and contemporaries. That’s it.)  And you were such a champion of my work. Thank you for believing in me over and over again.

In the days we didn’t know were Gus’ last, he and I had a very short back-and-forth on the ole Facebook. It doesn’t really matter what it was about, but it was a personal turning point for me, oddly enough, in what I felt was standing up for myself and picking battles.  And I felt like it was enough for me to send him a message telling him no matter what our differing opinions, I still love him.  The message was also thanking him for getting me on The Hell Yes Festival in New Orleans… something I had neglected to do till that moment.

I never heard back from him, so he may have died annoyed with me.  But I know it would have been a temporary thing; I am a fiery lady and he’s a fiery dude and I know that he liked, respected, and appreciated that about me, or was learning to, as I was learning to about him.

In New Orleans, with Brittany O. and Adam Quesnell

In New Orleans, with Brittany O. and Adam Quesnell

BUT, a couple weeks before, one of the last times I saw him, we sat next to each other at a Hell Yes show at Siberia in New Orleans, and I don’t even know what we talked about, but I remember having that lovely heart-to-heart friendship connection spark with him, an earnest moment where I didn’t feel the need to have my guard up, which I do around intimidating men, and he was a big ole teddy bear. I am super grateful for experiencing that moment with Gus. We’ve had a lot of really fun times, most especially in Akumal, Mexico for the Akumal Comedy Festival, and Gus has been a champion of mine for years, since the START of the Dirty Curls he’s been a fan, no matter what (even through the 2010 Rape Joke Thing!). Gus has taken care of me comedically and socially and probably even bought me a drink or two.  Ha! That reminds me of the time he asked if I had my Akumal coin (I’ll tell you later), and I didn’t.  An hour later, he whips his out with 3 other comics at the bar, and I had to pay for the round. Sonofabitch.

UPDATE: you can read the story about the Akumal coin here in The Growler’s article about Gus.

Court, Jen, Gus, and Quinn at Akumal, 2013

Court, Jen, Gus, and Quinn at Akumal, 2013

I thought I knew Gus until that moment in New Orleans a few weeks ago. It just felt like a moment of vulnerability that I had never seen in him. We were both drunk or inebriated in some fashion, of course, but you know what inebriates do.  You can’t drive, but you can see much better, at least during part. I really regret not getting to know Gus better, I feel like he would have been one of the people to really push me through this tissue I refuse to break (I’m experiencing a lot of creative resistance right now, ugh, boring).  But perhaps this is what it took. The imagining of the future of our friendship due to his death, because as scary as Gus was to me, and I feel like, based on the testimonies of our mutual friends I love and trust, Gus would have been a little hurt to know that he freaked me out a bit.  But I think he would have put his arm around my shoulder and said something like, “Boy Named Sue,” a cryptic way of telling me that he did it for my own good.

Oh, Gus. You are in the hammock on the beach in the sky, my brother. Party on.

Gus in party form.

Gus in party form. This is a photo of a photo by Scott Brown.

Court & Zach’s Desperate for Attention Twin Cities TourFest

Hey Curlfriends! It’s Court again.

First off… you saw our new pictures, right? They’re only totally amazingly sexy. CC Photo Arts is the biz-nomb.

So. After our fabulous, packed residency at the 331 Club, we’re taking a very short break from shows to focus on the album (we’re almost done recording!), play a private party (sure, we’ll play yours!), and then we’ll be back for a few shows in December for a very exciting venture that yours truly and Zach Coulter (comedian, Stand Up! Records labelmate, and MC Tom Johnson from our brothers in comedy music, Valley Meadows) are curating.

It’s calledCourt & Zach’s Desperate for Attention Twin Cities TourFest,” and it’s a crazy idea Zach had that I decided was worth stressing out over. And it totally is.

Designed by Andrew Cahak (@andrewcahak); illustration by Court!

Designed by Andrew Cahak (@andrewcahak); illustration by Court!

We’re curating 12 shows in 12 different venues from Dec. 4 – 15 and we’ve invited a shit-ton of our favorite performers like Actual Wolf, Atlantis Quartet, Martin Devaney, Amber Preston, DJ Brian of Hipshaker & Worldwide Discotheque, The Exiles, The Beavers, Peter Pain, With A Gun For A Face, Paul Dickinson, Cole Sarar, Mona from Father You See Queen, Hotelecaster, Andy Erikson, Mike Fotis, and so many, many others.

We’ll also be launching a Kickstarter to raise funds in a short amount of time, so get ready to be bombarded on the social media. Like where? Oh you know, the Curls’ Facebook, our Twitter, our Instagram, our You Tube, Valley Meadows’ Facebook and Twitter and You Tube, Zach’s and my personal Facebook Pages… Heh.

We’ll be giving away great prizes like signed original posters, TourFest VIP passes, grab-bag merch packages with goodies from the featured artists, theme songs, handmade knick-knacks (custom-made Dirty Curls kazoo, anyone?) and much more. Plus, 12 nights of amazing shows!!

Stay tuned for where to find the line-up and more details!