It is one in the AM and I am awaken on the couch in the middle of the night and there before me is a comedy channel salute to the late Greg Giraldo. He was one of my favorite comedians (best known for his appearances on these stupid roast shows I refuse to watch). I really just discovered that he OD’d last September at the ripe old age of 44!
Turns out he was Hispanic even though I assumed he was Italian. I did not know that he was a graduate of Harvard Law School! He just decided he did not like the law and began showing up at these free mike comedy shows.
He along with Bill Burr and Louie and Patton and a host of others one generation younger than me got me interested in comedy again.
For some reason these experts in stand up retain the same memories as I do. They remember Bob Hope and that generation’s worst comedy presentations ever.
Their heroes include Carlin of course along with Cosby and others.
But they remember the stupid shows that were on TV when I was a kid; their descriptions of their school days are familiar; they tell Nixon jokes for chrissakes! Ha
Now my son is ten years younger that these guys, but his taste in music is the same as mine (he was stuck of course listening to my music as a kid) and Burr and others will spend time alluding to that same music;more than a few like to make fun of Robert Plank besides Keith Richards. ha
Leary and Black who are closer to me in age along with others spent time discussing Giraldo’s comedy and also the hard times involved in being a stand up comedian. You are on the road constantly, sometimes to save a buck you sleep at the airport and skip the motel room, you have to deal with hecklers, you have to deal with different audiences that do not always react to your material in the same manner you are constantly being bombarded with drugs and young women who wish to sleep with celebs…
So Giraldo ends up late for some gig and they find him last September in a coma in his hotel room after consuming too many prescription drugs.
In the middle of the salute I hear this wooooosh! Damn the mop fell over again. Screw it!
I fall back to sleep.
I awaken at four or so and head for the kitchen and there is my Sunday New York Times. The woosh was simply the sound of the newsboy sliding the paper under my apartment door.
First, I have not had a newspaper delivered to my residence in more than a decade.
Second, I forgot how nice it was to hold a Sunday NYT in my hands!
Now it is not as thick as it might have been in the old days. NYT decided to go the way of all the rest of the newspapers lately and shrunk.
But for those of us who reside on the fringes of civilization, one is presented with a special version of the classic paper.
Nonetheless, for fifteen bucks a month, I am in pig heaven!
The magazines are tucked inside along with the one with the glossy NYT crossword.
I will be reading this paper all week even though I can catch whatever I wish on line and updated.
I will be f…..ing around with the crossword until Saturday no doubt.
I have already scanned the front section and breezed through their main magazine.
I will probably hit the books magazine tomorrow.
Then the Arts section later on.
Better than prescription drugs actually!
Bill Burr knows that Obama will be elected in 2008, because the oligarchy knows we are going bankrupt and they need a black guy to blame the fallout on.