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This week: [scratching sound of needle being taken off record]
Sorry, folks, quick post this week as we recorded on Friday, went to see a comedy show after recording, and I – David- am going down to the States with Lezah in ten minutes.
So no “hilarious” puns this week, no obscure references to song titles and no…whatever else I do here.
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Question of the Week: What comedian that we don’t know about should we know about?
Sub-question of the Week: You have to write your manifesto. What is your topic?
Sub-sub-question of the Week: What Queen song could be transformed into a song to be sung by Eddie Murphy? [Terrible puns encouraged!]
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I hope you guys have thawed out, we’re happily back in the 40’s down here and all is well.
I mentioned the comedy team of Hudson & Landry a few months back and being they were locally Los Angeles comics I guess their influence hadn’t made it north into Canada. I’ll tell you about another team though. While at Lone Star Comics, my boss, Will, was a man of peculiar taste and humor. He didn’t have many friends so when some of the guys at the flagship store invited Will to join The Church of the Sub-Genius, Will was all in. The Church of the Sub-Genius was started here in Dallas and spread in the 70’s and 80’s as kind of a weird pseudo cult-like organization. They “worshiped” a 1950’s looking pipe smoking retro character named J.R. Bob Dobbs who was fashioned out of printed zip-a-tone. Anyway, Will used to bring stuff like tapes to work and play them in a big boom box he had, most of it sent to the Sub-Genius guys from all over the nation…and some of it was hysterical and some was downright discrimatory. There were these comedy routines by two men, Gene Stacy and Wildman Steve that Will brought to work that were so obscene that he could only play them when customers weren’t in the store. These tapes were recorded at truck stops in the 70’s and to this date, I’ve never heard anything so raunchy in my life, so I’m wondering if you’ve ever heard of these guys…Gene Stacy and Wildman Steve. I sure heard my fill of them while at Lone Star, that’s for sure.
I think my manifesto would have to be written in a way that professed my thoughts on creativity and the ways it should be received. As creatives we can take in as much as we can handle but delivering it to others might come with some instruction. Not sure of the specifics but I think it’s something I could dive into and wrap around it.
Just so you know, I’ll be on a local podcast down here once it’s up and going titled “Brush with Creativity.” One of the hosts is a writer I used to babysit back in the 80’s! He connected with me on LinkedIn and now has invited me to his podcast along with his co-host. They want to hear about my “creative process”, so these guys will either thank me or hate me before the hour is up…
It’s late and I’ll be honest, the Queen/Eddie Murphy thing just ain’t happening’. If I think of one, I’ll swing back by and post it, there’s probably some great ones if I could get the noggin in gear.
Have a Sneakin’ Great Weekend all!!
My only pitch for your Eddie Murphy Queen challenge is “A Nutty One Plays the Krumps.” My manifesto would be about not justifying the oppression of others by claiming it’s the will of a divine authority. I’m sorry to hear about Dave’s father-in-law’s decline. It’s hard to know when its time to place a loved one with dementia into care. Eventually they’ll get to a stage where they might wander outside and get into an accident, or become lost and die of exposure. You can put some systems in place but they only work if someone’s around to hear a door-opening chime, or who can catch an overflowing sink, or hear the thump of a fall, or prevent a home invasion. Aside from the safety issue, the person might benefit from social interactions with staff and other residents, so you need to consider if their quality of life be better or worse. My aunt with dementia had a relationship later in life. She called her boyfriend by her deceased husband’s name, but she had some companionship for a while.
It’s barely worth correcting, but that should be “A Nutty One Plays the Klumps” not Krumps. I think I got the name mixed up with “Christmas With the Kranks.”