Tuesday, June 24, 2008

on George Carlin


It's not easy to adequately express how this man's presence in the world influenced who I am today. As much as The Beatles affected my music sensibilities, Carlin affected my sense of humor and attitude on politics, authority, American culture, and religious beliefs.
He was a boyhood hero of mine and a voice of reason growing up in 1970s suburbia.
I know it's cliche' to say this, but it's a huge factor; "things were much simpler back then."
Mass media consisted entirely of daily and monthly periodicals, ABC, CBS & NBC. No cable networks, no internet. FM radio was still somewhat underground, and you saw stand-up comics perform on Ed Sullivan, The Tonite Show, and Mike Douglas.
Nowhere else.

I remember
Class Clown was a very talked-about album when it came out. It was considered daring and even subversive, but people couldn't deny its power and swelling popularity. The FM jocks embraced Carlin wholeheartedly and played what bits they could on the air.
I was in the 5th grade then, and a classmate's older brother had bought the album. One afternoon we snuck it from his room when he wasn't around.
Track through track, we listened to Carlin wax on everything from being the class clown as a kid, to growing up Catholic (which I was at the time). From sharing a swallow of water, to America, to heavy mysteries, ..and of course; the 7 dirty words.
..and we giggled hysterically throughout. We listened to the entire album twice.

That was it for me. I was a huge fan from that day on.

I was 11 years old.

Of course I already loved Bill Cosby, but comedically? Everything beyond Cosby was virtually suit and tie, borscht-belt comics. The edgiest comedian on television was Alan King. Though Carlin wasn't technically a 'hippy', or even a babyboomer, he was clearly a part of the counterculture and the comedic voice for virtually everyone in that generation. As much as Richard Pryor would be for African-Americans. Carlin was the only comedian who really chewed into subjects like consumerism, the police, religion, patriotism and war, Nixon and Watergate.
He was fearless and unrelenting, but his humor was also incredibly disarming. There was his playfulness with language, expression and dialects, the exaggerated physicality and gurning, and his skill in nailing down the simple and delightful little absurdities that riddle everyday life. Among the astute and serious observations, there was an underlying goofiness that was irresistible.
The suggestion that ultimately none of this mattered. That life is not to be taken seriously.

When I discovered George Carlin I knew that he would become a voice I would identify with, through my teens and 20s and probably longer. Like Bob Dylan, or John Lennon were for others. And though there would be other humorists and comics that I liked (Pryor, Robert Klein, Steve Martin,..), Carlin would always be my favorite. He was the first to really show me that nothing is sacred. That authority is fiction, that everything was game and there was humor to be found everywhere.
And to me, nobody said it more succinctly, or funnier.



So another one of my heroes is gone. Carlin is in company with the likes of Jim Henson, George Harrison, Frank Zappa, Hunter S, Thompson, Tim Leary, ..Of course I've never known these people. But like many of us making our way through life, there are some voices other than our parents that we hear often, and that we identify with. Voices that awaken parts of us, inspire us, or simply reassure us in a crazy world. And though the opportunity never comes, there is a passing desire for a chance to meet them face to face, look them in the eye, and truly thank them for being out there doing what they do.

If only because they're here now, sharing the same time in this world as you.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Summer of construction

It's been a pretty busy year so far, business-wise. I spent most of the Spring with my shoulder to the grindstone and taking on as much work as I can handle. As a consequence, I've gotten behind on some things. I've all but given up on getting a website up this year, and I have yet to finish and file my taxes for last year.

But the extra money is handy and work on the house is proceeding.
Largely on the inside, but I'm continuing the momentum I started last Spring with landscaping the backyard. It's already looking nice back there, but I've got to finish a couple of concrete retaining walls for planting, and I have to paint my garage. I've cleared out the wild overgrown spot in the far back for the first time in probably 30 years. It's cool, green and shady back there beneath the immense silver maple trees, and soon there will be a pergola and stone firepit back there.

On the inside, my new contractor started remodeling my upstairs bathroom last week. I've ordered a new deeper tub, toilet & tank, granite vanity top and sink, fixtures, tile, and a new doorway with a frosted glass panel with above fixed transom.
On Friday of last week I had a 24" X 64" glass block panel installed in my tub enclosure, letting light in from the outside. It already looks fantastic.
The new layout eliminates an original hallway linen closet and extends the bath doorway into the hall, making for a much larger bathroom and eliminating wasted hall space.

Like the rest of my house, I'm going for a 'Metro Art Deco' feel. Lots of white ceramic subway tile with black for contrast. Chrome fixtures and accents. I'll post pics soon.

Ultimately, it'll make for a nice sized full bath in a house that originally had no indoor toilets, just an outhouse in the back.

New digs

I'm moving my blogging over here, since my other friends use Blogspot so much. It'll make things easier.

Here is a link to my blogging history over on
MySpace.

By the way; Welcome, reader.
Please feel free to visit often. It'll be worth it. I'm always baking banana muffins or cinnamon rolls.