All posts by Elayne Boosler

October 11, 2015 — UCB East Village, NYC. Hosting the Andy Kaufman Award, 2015

What a great night this is going to be. Eight finalists competing for the (11th) Andy Kaufman Award, 2015. Past winners include Kristin Schaal and Reggie Watts. Andy’s brother Michael (and sister Carol), and Elayne Boosler (host), will be sharing stories and insights into the great comedian. A special Andy Kaufman pizza, provided by Two Boots Pizza, is included in your ticket price, plus many more surprises. The first part of the evening will be the competition. Then pizza! Then a special showing of a rare Andy Kaufman special, provided by Michael Kaufman. A special Andy Kaufman Award 2015 t-shirt will be sold to benefit (Elayne Boosler’s) Tails of Joy ( Seating is limited so get your tickets now!


September 15, 2015 — Set List Live, Union Hall, Bklyn, NY.

Set List Live – Standup Comedy Without a Net. Comics are given outrageous, never-before-seen topics in the moment, and perform as if it was the material they meant to do. Both the comic and the audience see the topics for the first time on the onstage screen and thus begins the most exciting, edge-of-your seat stand-up show.






Mark Normand, Brooke Van Poppelen, Sean Donnelly, VERY SPECIAL GUESTS!!! Elayne Boosler

Doors: 7:30 pm / Show: 8:00 pm

Union Hall – Brooklyn

Brooklyn, NY

$10 Advance / $12 Day of Show







Poems, Jokes & Rock n’ Roll with Dr. Maya Angelou

Since the passing of the great Dr. Maya Angelou, there have been so many incredible stories shared about her, her contributions, her history. I would like to add one more.

It was the night before Bill Clinton’s first inauguration. I was emceeing the Constitution Hall Gala, a four hour show with incredible acts on the bill, including Melissa Etheridge, Graham Nash and David Crosby, etc. etc. I caught a glimpse of Crosby/Nash’s manager, who was very handsome. Unfortunately, I had one of my constant migraines (I think half the shows I’ve done in my lifetime were done with a searing migraine), and I was throwing up into a paper bag, so decided not to introduce myself just then.

The next day, Inauguration Day, was a sunny, freezing, breezy, gorgeous, headache free day. I had gotten my ticket to the inauguration and was headed from the hotel to the bus stop. A limo pulled up, the window rolled down, and Graham Nash and his wife Susan said, “You’re taking a bus to the inauguration? Don’t be silly, get in the car.” I got in and sat down right next to the manager, Bill Siddons. Graham, Susan and I talked and laughed. We all sat down on one of the long benches at the inauguration, and I ended up sitting next to Bill.  It was stellar; the speeches, the excitement of the crowd, the feel of a new beginning with a new young president. We didn’t talk at all, we were rapt, and sometimes I’d be holding back tears, and I’d sneak a look over at Bill, and he’d be holding back tears too. And then they introduced Dr. Angelou:

“Please welcome the new Poet Laureate of the United States of America, Maya Angelou.”

The crowd went wild. She had such a presence, she was magnetic. She stepped forward. Again, we held back tears. She had written a poem for the inauguration, called “The Inaugural Poem – On the Pulse of Morning”. It was never published and sold, the only copies were the ones given out to the V- V- V -VIPs sitting with the Presidents up on the balcony.

She stepped forward, and waited, majestically, in silence. We were transfixed. She began, slowly, deliberately:

“A Rock.” (she waited.)

And then: “A River.” (she waited even longer this time.)

And then finally: “A Tree.”

And then, nothing. She stood there looking out over the crowd, waiting. A rock, a river, and a tree.

I couldn’t take it. I leaned over and whispered into Bill’s ear, “Walk into a bar”. And he swears he said to himself: “I’m going to marry her”.