The other day, Jon and I were talking about how George Carlin has gone through three stages in his standup career: Hippie dippy (60's - early 70's), smart observationalist (late 70's - late 80's) and crank (early 90s - present). Of course, we were oversimplifying. Observational humour has been at the foundation of his comedy since day one, and the angry tone of his more recent work is really just a hardened version of the pranksterish iconoclasm of his hippie dippy days. He's always been Carlin: he's just becoming more so.
Something we didn't include in our classification is Carlin's consistent brilliance with words. Just take a look at the promo for his upcoming HBO special. I can't think of any writer who could sum up the current generation with this kind of poetic perfection.
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That one almost turned into 'Subterreanean Homesick Blues'.
Are we all watching this at your house? Is there a place to sit?
Sure, let's watch this. I have a place for everyone to sit. Two chairs and plenty of floor space.
(One of the chairs isn't that good, though).
i saw this last night on hbo and thought, man, carlin still has it - i'm really looking forward to watching it.
hey - you and jon - interested in checking out some open mic/comedy/poetry nights about town?
i'm interested in checking some out and can think of no one else that would appreciate such a scene.
I'll be there. Save me the broken chair.
You're in, Mo'sh
Murphy, sure I'd be game.
Jon, go to my blog, read the comments in this post and tell us what you think.
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