Brooklyn, NY – Three years after his tragic death at a carpentry/craft kombucha shop in Cold Spring, comedian James “Jim” Banks has finally been booked on one of Brooklyn’s hottest indie bar shows, Man Titties at Bar Zippo.
“That’s a great show to get a tape and there’s usually industry in the audience,” said his friend, former roommate and current Tonight Show writer Terri Frederick. “I’m sure he would be psyched to know he finally booked that show. However, I bet he would have been considerably more psyched had he booked it, say, four years ago, when he was still among the living.”
The booker who, shying away from their usual habit of making everything about them, asked to remain anonymous, had these remarks.
“Look, it’s a bar show,” she explained between drags of filterless Camel cigarette. “You always give the drinks tickets out, but then there’s always a few left for mama. I can’t always remember who I told to ‘hit me up.’ That’s for the next day version of me to figure out.”
Although a forgotten drunk booking is quite common in the comedy world, booking someone who’s been dead for three years is highly unusual, even for Brooklyn.
“I’m always looking for who’s hot,” the anonymous booker continued. “Like yes, I want them to be funny, but I also want the audience to want to fuck them. James had been sitting in my friend request box for a few years, so I finally accepted it, and all of the sudden I see these really hot black and white photos of him. I swear to God, they could have been in Vogue. Then everyone was posting his set, like all on the same day, so I thought, ‘fuck it, popularity’s never led me astray before, I’ll just book him.’”
After Banks didn’t reply to her DM on Instagram, the anonymous booker took to Twitter to bash his lack of professionalism, where she found out he’d be dead for nearly half a decade.
By Will Abeles
The Bringer 