His mind was brilliantly attuned to the absurdities of life, and his gift for language and physical humor allowed him to reflect those absurdities back to us in a way that both challenged and tickled our sensibilities.
George Carlin touched me. Literally. In college I was with a group that brought him to Rutgers for a performance . Before the show began I was charged with guarding his dressing room. The door opened and I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hey Buddy".
"Yes Mr. Carlin", I replied.
"Where's the rest room?"
"Right down the hall to the left, Mr. Carlin."
"Thank buddy."
As "brush with greatness" stories go, perhaps this doesn't make the top 10, but I was touched by his gentle manner and the way he called me buddy. I remember a lot of his material that night, but one of my favorite bits was his take on license plates:
- New Hampshire's license plates say 'Live Free ... or DIE!!' I don't think I want to live in a state that actually mentions death right on their license plates. At the other end of the spectrum is Idaho's license plates - they say 'Famous Potatoes.' I don't know, I think that somewhere between 'Famous Potatoes' and 'Live Free or Die' the truth lies. And I think it's closer to 'Famous Potatoes.'
Sweet post, Peter. I was in a hot tub with Sam Kinison once when I was 11 or 12. He didn't touch me, though.
ReplyDeleteThanks Caleb. When I see you at ALA I want the details on how you wound up in a hot tub with Sam Kinison!
ReplyDeleteOne other George Carlin connection that I didn't mention. The first time my wife and I ever spoke to each other was when I went to pick up "Brain Droppings" at the circulation desk. She waited on me and her first impression of me was as a guy who liked George Carlin. We've been enjoying each other's sick senses of humor ever since. So there's that. :-)