Stand Up
My boy Jake seems to be a real fan of stand-up comics. I even told him that I had tried it and loved it and that I'd been pretty dang good at it.
I really want to do it again, actually.
Anyway, Jake has found a bunch of new, young comics and he played a couple of them for me, and I laughed my ass off watching them. Yet I also wanted to play him a few of my favorites, so I of course, started him with a Carlin concert.
"That guy is a genius," Jake said a few minutes into it.
I told you that he could judge talent.
Well on Thursday night Jake took his turn.
"You ever see Louis C.K. do stand up?" he asked.
Of course I watch the show on FX, and somewhere along the line I'd seen an act or two, but not the particular one that Jake grabbed off of NetFlix.
I spent the next 40 minutes laughing until I was on the verge of tears. There were some really weird sounds coming from me as I pictured an adolescent Louis with cottage cheese and his dog.
And during it I thought about the very profession of being a stand-up comic. It really is something, isn't it?
Just a microphone and a bunch of stories...one story after another, designed to do nothing but make the audience laugh.
"Who was the best one ever?" Jake asked.
I thought of Buddy Hackett, who made me laugh hard. And Redd Foxx, and Eddie Murphy, and Richard Pryor, and Steve Martin.
"I'd still say Carlin," I said.
"Did you ever see him live?"
Sadly I didn't, but I did see Larry the Cable Guy, Seinfeld a couple of times, and Robin Williams.
They were all terrific.
"I have a few books Carlin wrote," I said.
"Of course you do," Jake answered.
Louis moved on to his observations about being married more than ten years. I was howling.
"I don't get it," Jake said at one point.
"You will someday," I said.
God it's good to laugh.
I really want to do it again, actually.
Anyway, Jake has found a bunch of new, young comics and he played a couple of them for me, and I laughed my ass off watching them. Yet I also wanted to play him a few of my favorites, so I of course, started him with a Carlin concert.
"That guy is a genius," Jake said a few minutes into it.
I told you that he could judge talent.
Well on Thursday night Jake took his turn.
"You ever see Louis C.K. do stand up?" he asked.
Of course I watch the show on FX, and somewhere along the line I'd seen an act or two, but not the particular one that Jake grabbed off of NetFlix.
I spent the next 40 minutes laughing until I was on the verge of tears. There were some really weird sounds coming from me as I pictured an adolescent Louis with cottage cheese and his dog.
And during it I thought about the very profession of being a stand-up comic. It really is something, isn't it?
Just a microphone and a bunch of stories...one story after another, designed to do nothing but make the audience laugh.
"Who was the best one ever?" Jake asked.
I thought of Buddy Hackett, who made me laugh hard. And Redd Foxx, and Eddie Murphy, and Richard Pryor, and Steve Martin.
"I'd still say Carlin," I said.
"Did you ever see him live?"
Sadly I didn't, but I did see Larry the Cable Guy, Seinfeld a couple of times, and Robin Williams.
They were all terrific.
"I have a few books Carlin wrote," I said.
"Of course you do," Jake answered.
Louis moved on to his observations about being married more than ten years. I was howling.
"I don't get it," Jake said at one point.
"You will someday," I said.
God it's good to laugh.
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