Keith Sowder

Hey...my name’s Keith. I’m a Stand-Up comic from Cincinnati, Oh. I started doing comedy in October of 1998…did it as a dare at an open mic night…. 3 promoters were there and 2 weeks later I was doing a paid gig in Cleveland…and I’ve been doing it ever since.

More info
I’m 6`2", 225 lbs., I love sports, music, dining out, working out, camping out (Do you see an out pattern developing here?) fishing and you guessed it...the outdoors. I’m kind of a Heinz 57 as far as my heritage is concerned. I’m Irish, Dutch, Indian and French.... which basically means when I get into a fight 3/4 of me wants to fight and the French quarter wants to run scream like a be-otch & wait for a U.N. resolution and proof of WMD’s. I’m also an "oops", my sisters (2) were 13 and 14 respectively when I came along. (Didn’t take me long to figure out I definitely wasn’t a product of Planned Parenthood .By the way, do you know why Indians have such lovely names? Because they’re named after the first thing the father sees the morning after conception...my dad said if we were full - blooded Indian I’d have been named " Busted Trojan.")


I love to make people laugh.( But since they won’t allow me to strip onstage, I have to have an act )I `ve been doing Comedy since October 98 and my career has taken off. I not only do impressions ( Clinton,Cosby,Carl from the movie Slingblade, Jack Nicholson, Sly Stallone , Marlon Brando and Eric Cartman from South Park to name a few ) I also sing, play guitar, and write poetry and screenplays.

Email Keith – ksowder63@yahoo.com

Original Poem
(Unless you`re a Bengals fan or from Cincinnati you may not get somw of the nuances )

" QUOTH THE CYNIC...NEVERMORE ! "

10/24/00 by Keith Sowder - Guest Columnist

Once upon a noon day dreary

as I drove home weak and weary

listening to Jeff Piecoro read the scores

My demeanor soon turned unhappy

as they played a promo, inane and sappy

About our team...the one most crappy

Claiming to restore the roar.

Quoth the Cynic. "Nevermore ! "



As I listened fairly seething

How could this team that`s barely breathing

Defeat a baby that`s still teething ?

Let alone restore the roar

Quoth the Cynic." Nevermore ! "



With a GM dumb and boring

Players drinking, drug and whoring

And our offense seldom scoring

How could Mike Brown be imploring

That we`ll soon restore the roar ?

Quoth the Cynic." Nevermore ! "



When this team we so adore

Employs an owner we abhor

Who shoos free agents out the door

As the players rack up felonies galore

Quoth the Cynic. " Nevermore ! "



You know it doesn`t take a sage

To know the fans will rail and rage

When you field a team for minimum wage

As their Tax-dollars build your stadium on the shore

Quoth the Cynic. " Nevermore ! "



How can we continue hoping

Or to try to keep on coping

All to stop this endless moping

bringing back those days of yore

Quoth the Cynic. " Nevermore ! "



But alas , you`ll keep us snoring

While your money you keep storing

And the city you keep whoring

Cause you`re the lying pimp, we most deplore

Quoth the Cynic. " Nevermore ! "



When the concrete pigscan fly

When Darryl Strawberry isn`t high

When K.D. Lang sleeps with a guy

When William J. Clinton don`t deny

Maybe then we`ll start to buy

Your see-thru , flimsy lie

Quoth the Cynic. " Never F**kin` More !!!! "



copyright 1999

K.S./Yin & Yang Promotions