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Marc’s On Something
Marc’s On Something is a column of commentary on whatever happens to filter through Marc’s radar from week to week. Always something interesting…
Robin Williams: A comic genius of explosive creativity
Not Robin. Not this way. Not any way.
Inside the community of comedy we grieve the tragic death of Robin Williams. Devastated by his genius, we’re in ruins by his end. We lost the gentlest, most electrifying comedy soul we’ve known in our lifetime. So, today . . . for at least a day . . . .the laughter stops. It has to. But don’t worry. As one of the marginal purveyors of the art form, I can assure you the jokes will probably get to you again tomorrow. They might come your way in a limp, but please understand that we really don’t have a choice.
On the L.A. Zoo
For comics, the days are mostly about fueling the nights. It’s kind of a multi-layered process where sometimes it’s about writing on your own; other times putting yourself in situations with other comics to laboratory the creativity. And then, of course, there are times when it’s none of that but simply about the need to laugh. After all, who cuts a hairdresser’s hair but another hairdresser?
On George Carlin
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.
On Complaining
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.”