I first saw George Carlin perform live when I was 17 and that instance came with it the completely revelatory vision of my life with and in comedy. The introduction came in a happenstance moment as an employee of Star Plaza Theatre in Merrillville, Indiana where Carlin happened to be headlining one Friday night. My job after ushering cars into the parking lot was to “patrol” the aisles of the theatre as sort of a back-up usher. I sat Indian-style on the pathway of the floor as George came out. It wasn’t long after taking the stage that he filled me with a burning inspiration and hope for my own future.
To hear someone of and from around my parent’s generation display a “fuck you” attitude toward an American culture that puzzled, shackled, and lorded over me in the form of its authority figures turned my entire world on its head and let me know by George’s logic that I wasn’t wrong or a bad kid to have these little buds of forming resentment against societal command.… Read the rest