As a kid, radio was my dream. It wasnt the music that got me, it was the voices. It was, the weird comedy and skits I could find on AM stations in the middle of the night. I would listen to everything from Dr. Demento to Dr. Ruth. From call in radio shows, to special things like standup comedians and theater type broadcasts. I loved this so much, I went on to recording television shows on a tape recorder so that I could lay in bed and listen to them, without seeing them, but to listen and laugh and visualize. This was something I just did. Cant say if anyone even knows I ever did that. But I did. And, it carried on into my teens. I remember listening to Robin Williams An Evening At The Met at least a hundred times on cassette. My friend Billy Heron and I would listen to this, and get messed up. We would toss out bits and pieces of this performance around camp fires or at parties. Not sure if anyone ever got it or not. Not sure if anyone ever realized it was Robin Williams, or if they just thought we were zany, and hyperactive. Billy had a knack for remembering verbatim the lines. And, when the World is a shitty place to live. When people are being killed around the globe. When the certainty of a tomorrow is not certain at all. We laugh. We laugh not to be insensitive. Not because we dont care. But, rather as relief. To escape the clutches of reality and the hardship that comes with it. Sadly, sometimes those we laugh at are crying inside. And possibly, we are their relief. Maybe our laughter is their timeout, their escape...their remedy. Id like to think we all need each other. Id like to suggest we all take the time to make each other laugh a little more often...
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 07:45:20 +0000
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