April 03, 2018

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Posted by dean at 09:55 PM

March 23, 2018

Lowtax, Two.

The first and only step to become an intolerable asshole is to take yourself seriously.

Posted by dean at 12:52 AM

February 23, 2018

Peter Milligan, Five.

That howling, insane feeling in the music.

Posted by dean at 12:47 AM

January 22, 2018

'Attention Scum'.

The future is broken.

Posted by dean at 10:43 PM

December 22, 2017

Peter Milligan, Four.

The roar of a world falling in on itself.

Posted by dean at 10:09 AM

December 04, 2017

Peter Milligan, Three.

'You need my smoke and my illusions because without them you're small and weak and life hurts.'

Posted by dean at 07:34 AM

November 17, 2017

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Posted by dean at 07:05 PM

October 25, 2017

Bret Easton Ellis, One.

Though of course there were people who rejected my aesthetics about Fruitvale Station and seemed to suggest I should like it no matter what, hinting in fact that I was a racist because I simply didn't like the aesthetics of the movie. But this is the age of Comrade Snowflake judging everyone so harshly if one resists and questions the threatening groupthink ideology of what their idea of progressive inclusivity is for all or else. Meaning we can't make fun of our differences, everybody has to be the same and you become a bad person if you don't like something, and you're automatically a racist or a sexist if you refuse to join the group. This is what happens to a culture when a culture doesn't care about art anymore.

Posted by dean at 11:43 PM

October 02, 2017

Peter Milligan, Two.

'Birth, disease, old age, death. The fifth misery, the one they never mention, because it's the ugliest and the most boring, is mediocrity.'

Posted by dean at 09:07 PM

September 30, 2017

Peter Milligan, One.

Well-fed tomorrows and starving nows.

Posted by dean at 12:07 AM

September 12, 2017

Unwritten, Eight.

'What is he before that story hits him? Just an animal, really. The story is what makes him human.'

Posted by dean at 04:35 PM

August 23, 2017

Patton Oswalt, One.

I don't know if you're planning on watching Brian Regan's new Comedy Central special this Saturday -- the first LIVE special they've ever broadcast. I don't know if you're a Brian Regan fan. I don't know if you even know who he is.

But I can tell you something with 100% accuracy. But before I do, let me ask -- do you have a favorite comedian? Bill Burr? Chris Rock? Sarah Silverman? Jim Gaffigan? Louis CK? Maria Bamford? Dave Attell? Dave Chappelle?

Whoever tops your list, I GUARANTEE YOU they will be watching -- or will watch, the next morning, or first thing late Saturday night when they get back from wherever they're performing -- Brian Regan's special. He is our never-fail ideal of what a stand-up performer can be. I have never -- EVER -- met another stand-up that doesn't do a low whistle of awe and respect (and envy) whenever his name comes up.

Todd Glass and Jimmy Dore told me when they went to see Brian at the Wiltern they ended up punching each other from sheer joy. I've seen him four times in clubs and three of those four times I've had to scoot back into the kitchen and STOP LISTENING TO HIS ACT because I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to throw up. The only other time that's happened was when Brian Posehn and I went to see Dave Attell at the Punchline in San Francisco. We both had to LEAVE THE CLUB AND STOP LISTENING because it literally got too funny. It was too much. We stood outside, laughing but looking panicked because neither of us could get back enough air.

No true comedian puts any thought into the "clean comedy/dirty comedy" debate because the existence of Brian Regan and Dave Attell renders it moot.

Dave Attell has a genius, sewer brain connected to a poetic leaf blower of a mouth and every joke he tells is an un-defendable uppercut of brilliance. I've never told him this, but one time, back in the 90s, I did a show at a Santa Monica open mike/poetry spot called The Creativity Bookstore. A very earnest, very self-righteous, easily outraged young comic/poetess had just come from a Dave Attell show at the Improv. She stomped onstage, opened her Moleskine notebook, and proceeded to read "some of the bullshit misogynist crap" from Dave's act, confident the audience would join her in a cathartic, sputtering "I can't even."

And she KILLED with it. Even through her barking, nasal, condescending delivery, the profane brilliance of Attell's material was undeniable. It was one of the most painful, surreal things I'd ever witnessed. She ended up berating the crowd, snapped the notebook shut, and did her own material. Which died like old man cum on an August afternoon.

Brian's act doesn't even have a profane CONCEPT, let alone anything within binocular distance of a profanity. And it destroys just as devastatingly as Attell's. It's an ongoing source of wonderment in our twisted little tribe -- how does Attell generate such goodwill and belly laughs with material that lesser comedians would be mob-pummelled for? And how does Brian Regan scorch the earth down to the last blade of grass without muttering so much as a "hell" or "damn"?

Because they are both superhumanly funny. In the end, funny cuts through every rift and difference and ism and argument.

I don't know what your plans are this Saturday. But I know what your favorite comedian's plans are.

Posted by dean at 09:08 PM