This is some bullshit I ranted off on another message board a couple days ago. I'd just taken a handful of sleeping pills and they were just kicking in, I find that when I'm in that state I can rant about any given subject forever. I'm copy/pasteing it over here because it would be an awesome last word.
Bill Hicks may be the funniest man ever to live. No, that may be too far. There's still folk like Mark Twain & Richard Pryor, but I'm watching his 'One Night Stand' that I DVRed not long ago and never watched, and even though I've seen this special a hundred times, and even though I've heard most of this material on various CDs & compilations of his work probably millions of times, it's still fucking SLAYING me.
Jesus man, why did Hicks have to get pancreatic cancer and die while the people who write Friends & Will & Grace or whatever get to not only live, but become rich for the 'comedy' they're spewing at us?
Can you just
imagine what Hicks would be on stage saying right now with W in office, the war in Iraq, and all the bullshit Supersize Me
I refuse to take the blame for the problems I've saddled myself with lifestyles Americans have taken. FUCKING BRILLIANT MAN!
The saddest part of Bill Hicks legacy, is that most of his CDs (official and 'bootleg') were recorded towards the end of his career, after he knew he had cancer and he knew he was about to die. I've had knock down drag out arguments with people over Hicks' genius but his apparent lack of material. That just don't get the fact that he was doing comedy for
years, but only recorded sporadically until it was almost over, at which point he recorded almost everything, and like most artists he was working the same basic set at the time because that's just what he was working.
Bill Hicks, one of the greatest, funniest, most honest and brilliant men to ever live. I hope that there is an afterlife, and I hope that when I die, I get to meet him.
Bill. Hicks.