Before we go into the main topic of this blog, I would like to apologize for not posting anything since November.  I have been getting things set up to get the vision of the website going.  So far, things are going well, and hope to be up and running in the next couple of months.  I didn’t want this to just be a quick thing that was throw together in a matter of minutes, and hope that people would enjoy.  I want this website to be a place where you go and get lost into it.  I want you to enjoy each thing that you see, read, and hear on it.  I am promising you that this website (and eventual podcast) will be great!

This past week, Dayton lost a person that was indeed one of a kind.  Comedian Dow Thomas passed away on the 18th.  To a lot of people who went and saw him, his stage name was Uncle Dow.

The first time that I got to experience this great comedian was a couple of years ago around Memorial Day.  A good friend invited me to see Uncle Dow with him and his family at Wiley’s Comedy Club.  I thought that it would be cool to go, even though I never have heard of him.

When we got to the club, I noticed the photo of Uncle Dow on the wall with the comedians that would be coming to the club and would be performing that night and upcoming weeks.  I am not going to lie-seeing Uncle Dow with his top hat, long hair, and creepy grin made me start to think if this was simply going to be a waste of my time.

As soon as Uncle Dow came on stage, the small club erupted into a loud roar of applause, and excitement.  I asked myself, “How in the hell do all these people know him?”  I asked my friend quietly this question that I just asked myself, and my friend informed me that Uncle Dow is a regular in town, and he performs here a couple of times a year.  My friend also informed me that this was going to be one of the greatest shows that I would see…

And he was right.

Uncle Dow owned the stage.  He made each person that was in the small dining area feel like they were never going to stop crying from laughing so hard.  All walks of life were all tuned in to each word that came out of his mouth.  The waiters and waitress stopped going around the tables at times because they just wanted to be part of the crowd.  He put on masks that made you spit out your drink due to laughing.  He play songs that he wrote that made want to recite them word for word for days on end.  He sang a song Dayton Power and Light, which was one of two of his most popular songs.  The song was about how Power and Light would come at the worst times, like when you have been up all night, or when you are having a romantic moment with your loved one.  Out of nowhere, someone would bang on your door and say “POWER AND LIGHT!”  The audience, including myself halfway thru the song, would bang their fists on the table as if they were knocking on the door.  We did this every time Dow would say “POWER AND LIGHT”.  After he sang this song, he went into a few more songs.

At the end of the show, he sang his most popular song, “Sail Cats”.  A simple song about flattened cats.  Yes-a weird song, but it didn’t matter.  It was gold.  He would demonstrate this by using paper plates and throw into the crowd.  Soon, everyone in the crowd was given a paper plate.  Uncle Dow explained that once he gave us the go ahead, he wanted everyone in the crowd to throw that paper plates at him, as if they were hundreds of ‘Sail Cats’ flying in the sky!  If one landed on top of his black tall hat, he would give that person a signed copy of one of his albums.  After he gave us the go ahead, hundreds of paper plates were flying all over the club.  Some were thrown as if made to float in the air forever, some feel immediately, some were thrown wild, some were thrown as if one of the Dayton Dragons players were showing their stuff to move the ranks of professional ball.

This song officially made me realize one thing-he and the audience became more than this a comedian performing.  He and the audience became family.

The show was amazing.  The show felt like I was sitting around a table with family, and our Uncle Dow was telling us stories of things he saw and did along his travels around the globe.  He grabbed you and wouldn’t let you go.  I have read a lot of articles from people who described him as if performed like you were the only one in the room.  And it felt like that, indeed.

I went and saw him a couple more times throughout these past few years.  Not enough times, sadly.  I didn’t care if it was the same set as the previous times.  The show was better each time.

He always said that Dayton was home to him.  He said that Dayton was his favorite place to perform.  I think that I speak for everyone that had the chance to see him perform, and had the chance to talk to him-we were honored that he felt that way.

Dayton is incredible.  Not everywhere could you go and spend a few hours from time to time at a small comedy club and experience those moments like most of us did with Uncle Dow.  Not everywhere could you go and hear about how a song about the electric company be funny and so true.  Not everywhere could you meet people who would change the way you saw things thru the eyes of people like Uncle Dow.

Uncle Dow-thanks for the memories.  Thanks for giving me the time to chat your ear off a little when your shows were over.  You were one of the most kindest people that I have ever met.  I can only imagine the crowd that you have up in the skies now.  Thanks for giving Dayton a piece of you.  Dayton will always remember you.

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Thank you so much for your time.  I’ll talk to you soon!



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