America’s green rooms. The stories they could tell if they were blue in the face. For four years I owned, in partnership, a relatively famous green room in Pasadena. One that came with a stage that showcased America’s greatest comics: The Ice House.
On an innocuous Wednesday night in 1982, I found myself alone in that dismally dank colored room with George Carlin.
I’m so sick-and-tired of everybody complaining I thought I’d complain about it.
It started with me complaining over lunch about my hair turning grey. I told my friend, Arnie, how much it bothered me and he said, “Well, at least you have hair.” Then he started complaining about how skinny he was so I answered him in kind: “Well, at least you have skin.”
With all the award shows and all their histories, comedy finally got its red carpet in 1987 when George Schlatter produced the first American Comedy Awards at the Pantages Theater in Hollywood. Noteworthy for many reasons, it was the only time I actually attended such a gathering. I did so with my first wife, Kelly.
Retired NFL players have joined together in a multi-billion dollar lawsuit against the NFL over the state of their health. Their primary argument is the NFL kept the dangers and implications of football related concussions quiet.
What the hell? Didn’t they sign up for the gig willingly, knowingly, lovingly? The gig: You’re going to start out in high school being the most famous kid on campus. The cheerleaders are yours if you want them; the teachers are yours if you need them. We’ll let you tour America using college campuses as an excuse.
“From Marc’s background, I understand his knowledge and descriptive detail of the comedy club world. It’s his grasp and descriptive clarity of a serial killer that concerns me.”
Kevin Nealon: Star of Saturday Night Live and HBO’s Weeds
