growing up in indiana was a most difficult activity. i spent the majority of time plotting my escape from the flatland. to keep myself [and my family] occupied, we had dinner theatre. i was probably the most active during dinner theatre because i listened to a lot of comedy vinyl, and i liked to imitate what i had memorized. and i memorized a lot. i listened to cheech and chong, bill cosby, allan sherman, bob newhart, and others. i have to say my favourite was george carlin [until he got all angry and stuff.]
i loved al sleet, the hippy dippy weatherman [“with all the hippy dippy weather, man….”] with tonight’s forecast: “dark. followed by widely scattered light in the morning.” oh how i loved george carlin. i loved it when he was a suit wearing comedian. i loved it when he played marlo thomas’ agent on that girl. i loved it when he became a hippy. i really loved it when they chose him to be the first host of saturday night live. whaddaman.
of course, when george carlin’s name is mentioned, peeps recite in their minds: shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, tits. those be the seven words you can’t say on television. or they were at the time. now i hear animated children saying fuck fuck fuck and no one blinks. ah, how times have changed.
but a great part of the m0dschm0d history is gone, only to be relived in videos and recordings. it truly seems like my fave peeps are dropping off like flies. what gives? as freddie sang: “another one bites the dust…”
rip, george…and thank you for the brilliant material that captivated your audiences and mine. you’ll always be welcome at the small, crowded brick house in indiana.