I’ve known a few. Myself, no Couldn’t be one but I can tell a story or three. I love listening to a good comedian and I hate listening to one that really isn’t funny. And in the goat business, you better have a sense of humor. I do know of a goat person that could take that show on the road. But, he won’t.
While on the road, I use the XM radio to listen to 5 or 6 different comedy channels. Some clean, some not so clean and some are funnier than others.
Foxworthy has to be at the top of the list. Been doing it for decades. Clean enough for the kids to listen but enough innuendo that the adults get a laugh. And the whole redneck deal is never ending.
Larry the Cable Guy–stupid, simple humor that I love.
Ron White–maybe the funniest of all. But only in certain company.
I was young when Richard Pryor was rolling but that dude could bring it.
Those Eddie Murphy HBO specials are still funny. And who made those red and purple leather suits?
This Kevin Hart dude can bring some funny.
I wish that I could have seen Robin Williams perform. I loved it when Letterman would have him on.
A week or two ago, I was driving through SW Kansas which meant NO cell phone service and no decent local radio play. But the XM was in play and I found an old replay of a Dean Martin Roast of Redd Foxx. People, this was a legendary cast of comedians that brought the funny. Nipsy Russell, Don Rickles, etc. It wasn’t dirty BUT it wasn’t clean. If Duke had been with me, no problem. A crew of 8th graders, I probably would have changed the channel. But, I had miles to make and got to listen to it all. Lots of off-color humor that would not be allowed today. Clean but racist. Sexist but clean. Times have changed but it was still funny.
Some of these comedians had witty one liners or a schtick. Like Rodney Dangerfield’s “No Respect”.
And some had an absolute grasp of the English language like no other. They didn’t make one think of Shakespeare. They simply made one think.
George Carlin was probably the best at this, but it wasn’t always in a user friendly form. The dude was scary smart and could twist common lingo into funny, yet thought provoking humor. I vividly remember a cheer about rats, bats and some things that were dirty and old and others tied in a knot. If you don’t know it, don’t look it up.
And then there is Gallagher. The comedian. Not the icon formerly known as a goat breeder.
I watched his shows on tv. Saw the watermelons get smashed. But then he talked and made sense.
Topics like school and how “you go there to learn to communicate and all they say is, ‘No talking.’”
Why are they called “cowboys” when cows are female?
Why is a statue called a “bust” when it stops right below the part for which it would be named?
Why are they called “buildings” when they’re already done?
Why is it called a “TV set” when you only get one?
Big is a little word, and little is twice as big.
Then he made fun of words that are spelled the same but pronounced differently: good and food; bomb, tomb and comb; home and some; worse and horse; laughter and daughter; ache and mustache; beard and heard; go and do. And he was right and it made one think and laugh while thinking.
He asked, “Why should I be serious about the language when the language isn’t serious enough to make sense?”
I’m not sure but I hope that I had posted some stuff on here a couple of years ago about comedians. I remember Duke and I eating breakfast with Garland & Joy Gallagher at the Polly Anna cafe in Woodward, OK. We stood outside the diner on Main Street for a minute or two talking directions. I remember the Woodward Theater marquee showing the upcoming event “GALLAGHER”. I wasn’t, nor am I now, good at realizing a social media moment. But, in retrospect, I should have snapped a pic of Duke and the Gallaghers in front of the marquee.
I’ll be on the road the next couple of days and I hope to hear some stuff that makes me laugh. If not, I will turn the knob to a politics based channel. That will make me laugh until I’m sick. Or make me sick enough to laugh.
People, have a good one and a better tomorrow.