|
|
|
|
|
|
George defined the word radical, he will be missed.
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. (Sir Francis Bacon 1561-1626)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
One of the very best...not just a comedian, but observer of the absurd and of humanity in general.
raysstories.com
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
I'd guess that was in the USA; if so there is hope for us yet - I see that there is an approving audience for this stuff in the USA. Good!
Love,
Anthony
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Acam Wrote>"I'd guess that was in the USA..."
*shakes head* There's this really cool tool now on the web, it's called 'Google!'
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
timmy
|
 |
Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
Messages: 13796
|
|
|
You are going to have to stop sniping. You two boys could be friends if you each tried.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
I suppose Anthony could have gathered dozens of links to George Carlin material from what Nigel posted. But let's not allow the objective of this thread to slip away. George was The Man to many of us.
I first saw him perform when I was 19 years old. He opened the season at the summer theatre where I had just started working, a one night stand. This was back in the "seven words you can't say on television" days, one of his finest performances.
For the next four years I had the pleasure of seeing him each summer. He would bounce through the backstage door, his head swiveling around, his manner more like a hyperactive schoolboy than most people realized. He would smile and look at me. "I know you, you were here last year."
We were all asked to call him George, he hated formal labels. He had a little man with him, a manager/valet who made sure George was where he was supposed to be on time. Those were the druggie days, something George eventually repudiated later in life. But back then he was stoned, I imagine the little man carried his stash.
He had a microphone, a bottle of water and a stool on stage for his act. Taped to the top of the stool was the order of his act, sometimes he needed that reminder. The audience would return from intermission and George would come on stage and walk up to the stool. He would pretend to unzip his fly and go through the whole range of emotions, as if he was taking a good piss. Then he would make a big deal out of pretending to zip up, and then turn to the audience.
"What? Can't I take a pee, you got your chance, where's mine?" It was all too funny.
When he needed a moment to think of where he was in the act he would pull a small notebook from his back pocket and thumb through it. "No, I did that...did that...hmm, did that. Oh, here we are..." And he would go on with his act. The man had an incredible memory, he never forgot where he was no matter how big the monologue, it was all an act.
I only saw George's act five times during those summer seasons, it was different every year. He never failed to entertain the thousands of people who came to see him and sold out the seats in the theatre each time. His political comments, his diatribes about American society and his lampooning of all the fears we might have made us laugh at ourselves even as we knew he was telling the truth.
George was a man with a large smile and a small ego, hard to find those desireable qualities in today's world. He will be missed. Thanks, George.
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. (Sir Francis Bacon 1561-1626)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Thanks, Chris. It's great to hear the personal touch. I didn't realise how big George was when I first saw that vid.
Hugs
Nigel
I dream of boys with big bulges in their trousers,
Never of girls with big bulges in their blouses.
…and look forward to meeting you in Cóito.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Aussie
|
 |
Really getting into it |
Registered: August 2006
Messages: 475
|
|
|
About time too. The bitching, sniping and downright rudeness is starting to wear a little thin.
Has anyone noticed that some of our good friends are conspicuous by their absence because they are sick of it too.
Aussie
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
timmy
|
|
Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
Messages: 13796
|
|
|
I have never supported folk who leave rather than stay and counter things they dislike. They may go. They may come back. I'm easy either way.
It's not as if anything said here actually matters!
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
|
|
|
|
|
] 
A Place of Safety
Search
Help
Register
Login
Home
Re: George Carlin on Religion and God 
Re: George Carlin on Religion and God 
