Trevor Penn

 

Comedian-Bartender-Ebayer

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I would especially like to thank The Sears Portrait Studio in Dedham, Massachusetts, for helping me achieve the look of a cheesy lounge singer.

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This is my first baby picture. My family teased me about it my whole life. My parents named me Throckmorton Cuthbert. I swear that I have ten fingers, no dain bramage and I'm not cross-eyed.

"It was a pleasure opening for you."
Don Gavin
6/1/04

I'm back at the Emerald Isle in Dorchester in Wednesday April 4th at 9:00. Located at 1501 Dorchester ave, it's at Field's Corner.

Julia Reischel, The Weekly Dig, 9/14/05: Trevor Penn abandons the bar to do stand-up. Emboldened by my Stella, I participate. "Everyone here has heard of The Vagina Monologues," he says. "But have you heard of The Penis Monologues?" Confused, I yell: "Yes!" Trevor glares. "No you haven't." "Yes, I have! I have!" I shout, enthusiastically, as the crowd parts and the hipsters stare.

I guess that wasn't really a review, and I was heckled by the reporter, but at least she didn't say I sucked. It was neat reading my name in a publication, and it had something to do with a performance.

Special thanx and a shout out to Amanda The Brockton Biscuit of WZLX. She was awesome enough to plug my December 11th 2005 show on her entertainment report (December 9th). I set my alarm, just to wake up and catch it. That was very very cool, hearing my name on the radio.

Baby steps, baby steps. I'm doing the work here.

It happened. On September 10, 2004 I turned forty years old. I guess I am officially an old fart now. I'm too poor for an expensive sports car. I'm not bald. How will I know when my mid-life crisis kicks in?

February 3rd 2007 was my 3 year anniversary of going on stage and making a complete ass of myself, trying to make people laugh. I've done it 90 times. Big fat hairy deal, like anyone cares.