Monday, July 11, 2005
Andrew Dice Clay.
A legend in the comedy world. Andrews "don't give a rats ass" persona is exactly the type of comedy that puts me in stiches after listening. Andrew is no new news. If you don't at least recognize the name then you, my friend, have lived a sad life. ESPECIALLY if you are a fan of comedy. I am a youngin, yes, and I didn't "grow up listening to him" but I have heard him throughout my childhood and now my adulthood life. I always enjoyed Dices comedy. Its the kind you can listen to over and over again and not get tired of. The kind where you laugh just as hard the 20th time as you did the 1st time. Andrew Dice Clay, motherfuckers.
His entrance was priceless. Usually with the headliner they announce the name and quickly the comedian makes his entrance and starts his act. Not Dice. "And now your headliner Andrew Dice Clay!!!" everyones head turns toward the comedian entry door, waiting to get the first glimpse of the legend. Including my dumb Pollock head. You ever realize that you've been waiting a bit too long and decide to make the move of turning back around? Yeah it got to that. I did and then once I heard the hooting and hollering get even louder I turned around and paid my attention to the funniest man in show bizz walking practically straight toward me. His "I don't give a fuck" face was on and he took his good ole time getting to that stage. Why should he rush? Dice doesn't have to. Dice made his way to the stage and proceeded to take his time with starting his act. Walking around stage and making the crowd laugh and anticipate the first words that'd come out of his mouth.
Dice starts ripping into it. Laughs upon laughs throughout his hr and a half set. Sitting about 5 feet away from him in a private setting was possibly the best way to ever witness a comedy show, let alone a Dice show. I was in awe the whole time and gasping for air a few times. He poked fun at everything. You can tell he really loves his career and what he does. Hes passionate about it, especially when hes spitting left and right with tremendous humor and wit. Angry and hilarious this guy is. Andrew knows exactly how to break things down into a real state. From Starbucks to fat chicks, he covered everything. Dice ended with his famous nursery rhyme jokes. Holy balls what a way to end a show with all his fans chanting along with him the exact words of his jokes. It ended with a bang.
Show was insane, I stood my ass up and gave him my limp wrist standing ovation.
If you weren't there you truly missed out on one of the greatest events of all time. Carolines On Broadway (an intimate small comedy club) one night only, one time slot. Perfection. Priceless. I will remmeber that night forever.
And I'm out.
A legend in the comedy world. Andrews "don't give a rats ass" persona is exactly the type of comedy that puts me in stiches after listening. Andrew is no new news. If you don't at least recognize the name then you, my friend, have lived a sad life. ESPECIALLY if you are a fan of comedy. I am a youngin, yes, and I didn't "grow up listening to him" but I have heard him throughout my childhood and now my adulthood life. I always enjoyed Dices comedy. Its the kind you can listen to over and over again and not get tired of. The kind where you laugh just as hard the 20th time as you did the 1st time. Andrew Dice Clay, motherfuckers.
His entrance was priceless. Usually with the headliner they announce the name and quickly the comedian makes his entrance and starts his act. Not Dice. "And now your headliner Andrew Dice Clay!!!" everyones head turns toward the comedian entry door, waiting to get the first glimpse of the legend. Including my dumb Pollock head. You ever realize that you've been waiting a bit too long and decide to make the move of turning back around? Yeah it got to that. I did and then once I heard the hooting and hollering get even louder I turned around and paid my attention to the funniest man in show bizz walking practically straight toward me. His "I don't give a fuck" face was on and he took his good ole time getting to that stage. Why should he rush? Dice doesn't have to. Dice made his way to the stage and proceeded to take his time with starting his act. Walking around stage and making the crowd laugh and anticipate the first words that'd come out of his mouth.
Dice starts ripping into it. Laughs upon laughs throughout his hr and a half set. Sitting about 5 feet away from him in a private setting was possibly the best way to ever witness a comedy show, let alone a Dice show. I was in awe the whole time and gasping for air a few times. He poked fun at everything. You can tell he really loves his career and what he does. Hes passionate about it, especially when hes spitting left and right with tremendous humor and wit. Angry and hilarious this guy is. Andrew knows exactly how to break things down into a real state. From Starbucks to fat chicks, he covered everything. Dice ended with his famous nursery rhyme jokes. Holy balls what a way to end a show with all his fans chanting along with him the exact words of his jokes. It ended with a bang.
Show was insane, I stood my ass up and gave him my limp wrist standing ovation.
If you weren't there you truly missed out on one of the greatest events of all time. Carolines On Broadway (an intimate small comedy club) one night only, one time slot. Perfection. Priceless. I will remmeber that night forever.
And I'm out.
Friday, July 01, 2005
So its been close to 3 months. Who cares? No. Really. Who cares?
I have been to frequent comedy shows, all of which I am too lazy to discuss. They're fun though.
This blog entry will be no more entertaining then a half dollar. Thats right, I said it, a half dollar.
My birthday passed this last month. June 8th, to be exact. I have entered into the world of adulthood. 20s. No longer a teen, not yet a women. Oh Jesus. I got some grand gifts, including a spiffy brand spankin new keyboard. I <3 keyboards, because they give me entertainment and they make me creative, with sound. I plan on making many a songs for my siblings to here over and over again, before they drive a shovel into my warped skull. I love the "laugh" effect. I especially love it over and over again for 7 minutes straight until someone either tells me to stop or I come out of my daze. I really am quite the retard.
Pin making has become a slightly new hobby. After about 14 mess ups its not a hobby anymore, its a sentence. It takes me a while to get all smooth edges, but when its all smooth it is killer. When it isnt smooth I become a killer.
Im thinking of maybe starting a website. Just as soon as I make a make-shift music album. I could possibly display my art and also my music. I can then become just like all the other 120,000,000 people doing so. I am unique. Its a goal.
Spending way too much time online, so much that I think of taking a hiatus just to get away from the whole online community. It really becomes dull. Even when friends IM me I am utterly bored and wanting to rid myself of all computer capabilities. Not because they are boring, I am boring and I am tired of the back and forth yipper yapper. But I do love my friends, and they are welcomed to talk to me anytime. Ha. I am just not that interesting.
I find happiness in movies like Goodfellas. Hilarious movie, so well shot (no pun intended lollerz), and just a great cast and acting. If I could of been in a movie I think that would be at the top of the list. Joe Pesci rulez in that movie. Many L-O-Ls from his performance. Every gangster reading this has seen it, and if you haven't then may I just ask you to go end your life plz k thnx.
I really am quite bored with alot of things. I shall soon snap out of it, because this coming week will be chock-full-o things-to-do. Including DICE. *Shits pants* I am thrilled.
schlong johns. so long.
I have been to frequent comedy shows, all of which I am too lazy to discuss. They're fun though.
This blog entry will be no more entertaining then a half dollar. Thats right, I said it, a half dollar.
My birthday passed this last month. June 8th, to be exact. I have entered into the world of adulthood. 20s. No longer a teen, not yet a women. Oh Jesus. I got some grand gifts, including a spiffy brand spankin new keyboard. I <3 keyboards, because they give me entertainment and they make me creative, with sound. I plan on making many a songs for my siblings to here over and over again, before they drive a shovel into my warped skull. I love the "laugh" effect. I especially love it over and over again for 7 minutes straight until someone either tells me to stop or I come out of my daze. I really am quite the retard.
Pin making has become a slightly new hobby. After about 14 mess ups its not a hobby anymore, its a sentence. It takes me a while to get all smooth edges, but when its all smooth it is killer. When it isnt smooth I become a killer.
Im thinking of maybe starting a website. Just as soon as I make a make-shift music album. I could possibly display my art and also my music. I can then become just like all the other 120,000,000 people doing so. I am unique. Its a goal.
Spending way too much time online, so much that I think of taking a hiatus just to get away from the whole online community. It really becomes dull. Even when friends IM me I am utterly bored and wanting to rid myself of all computer capabilities. Not because they are boring, I am boring and I am tired of the back and forth yipper yapper. But I do love my friends, and they are welcomed to talk to me anytime. Ha. I am just not that interesting.
I find happiness in movies like Goodfellas. Hilarious movie, so well shot (no pun intended lollerz), and just a great cast and acting. If I could of been in a movie I think that would be at the top of the list. Joe Pesci rulez in that movie. Many L-O-Ls from his performance. Every gangster reading this has seen it, and if you haven't then may I just ask you to go end your life plz k thnx.
I really am quite bored with alot of things. I shall soon snap out of it, because this coming week will be chock-full-o things-to-do. Including DICE. *Shits pants* I am thrilled.
schlong johns. so long.
