Listened to George Lopes’ latest special, last night, while my folks were watching it. There was a long joke about how kids today have stupid names, and I recognized instantly that he was using material that George Carlin had. I’m not complaining, he seemed to put more thought into the logic and direction the jokes went, but a little pocket of disappointment resides somewhere in the visual metaphor that I’m too out-of-it to describe surrounding Lopez. He’s a good guy, a funny guy, (his masturbation jokes were hilarious) but this tiny little ounce of doubt may prevent me from enjoying his future material as much as I could’ve.
It’s like my realization that Carlos Mencia had run out of material after the end of his show’s first season, and when I found out that Denis Leary was a comedian. Just not as infuriating.
Now, I’ll return to my comical happy place, where Eddie Murphy can’t sign on for as many films because his touring gets in the way, and George Carlin gets an HBO special every couple of months, and Bill Hicks has a podcast for his comedy routines, and Dennis Leary never got onstage, and a new ethnicity emerges from our dormant mutation catalysts hiding in our DNA every week for Carlos Mencia to make fun of, and George Lucas’ science-fiction phenomenon didn’t sell quite as well as it could’ve and he moved on to projects closer to his heart while the rights to the Star Wars franchise found their way into Stanley Kubrick’s hands, and Harrison Ford died young at the top of his game, and Mark Hamill tours cross country all year long with Kevin Conroy to record freshly written Batman episodes live in front of a studio audience, and Bill Cosby doesn’t give a shit about being kid friendly, and somebody proofread the Rock and Rule script before it underwent animation, and Stephen Spielberg and Frank Cho buy an unpopulated island to fill it with dinosaurs and giant apes and tribes of fully trained camera men to capture the pure beauty of it all, and I have sex with a beautiful girl who loves me and earns money at one of those job-things. What a wonderful world I live in.
