Hey check it out, its a really awful play on words, used as a headline. Now I’d like to perform a song for you all:
We’re still stuck in the sixties… blahbity blah blah blah blaaaah
Look, I’m as big a fan of asshole comedy as probably anyone, but who the fuck does Gallagher think he is, turning his nose up at being named 100th best comedian ever by Comedy Central (and then claming hes “never heard” of most of the people on the list, all during a play to become “relevant” again)?
Someone with a “great sense of humor,” apparently.
Thanks to cable and drugs, I’ve seen a good chunk of the Gallagher library, and yeah, I guess its a little humorous to watch a guy tell average jokes while the audience waits for him to get on with it already and smash some fucking fresh fruit. But like all shtick, it wears thin pretty fast. The hokey generational humor, the hippie-dippie drug jokes, relationship wiseguy’in … nothing this guy did, aside from the watermelon bit, of course, was even a little bit original. Yet he runs around as if hes the lord’s gift to the laugh, making an enemy of “mediocrity” and those who supposedly seek it — knowing full well that’s the precise demographic that made the fucker rich:
Q: How did it feel when you received the news that you were the 100th best stand-up according to Comedy Central?
A: It stunk. I looked at the other people and I was trying to find anyone I ever heard of. How could I be behind people I never heard of? How many of these people stayed in the business for 20 years? I made 13 one-hour shows for Showtime, which are available on videotape. I invented the one-man show on cable.
I don’t want to go on a rant here, but, Jesus, Gallagher, the only reason you’re on any list in the first place is because you’re so fucking old, and you did something that people remember, mostly because in order to get within sixty feet of you, your audience had to cover itself with a plastic goddamned tarp.
Ahem. Pardon. Anyway, I started this post because I was going to point you to the douchebaggy interview Gallagher did with David Wolinsky at The Onion, but I just realized how irrelevant the guy is, and how he’s maybe the only comedian on the planet that renders himself less relevant by working harder.
Sledge-o-dickhead
Look, I’m as big a fan of asshole comedy as probably anyone, but who the fuck does Gallagher think he is, turning his nose up at being named 100th best comedian ever by Comedy Central (and then claming hes “never heard” of most of the people on the list, all during a play to become “relevant” again)?
Someone with a “great sense of humor,” apparently.
Thanks to cable and drugs, I’ve seen a good chunk of the Gallagher library, and yeah, I guess its a little humorous to watch a guy tell average jokes while the audience waits for him to get on with it already and smash some fucking fresh fruit. But like all shtick, it wears thin pretty fast. The hokey generational humor, the hippie-dippie drug jokes, relationship wiseguy’in … nothing this guy did, aside from the watermelon bit, of course, was even a little bit original. Yet he runs around as if hes the lord’s gift to the laugh, making an enemy of “mediocrity” and those who supposedly seek it — knowing full well that’s the precise demographic that made the fucker rich:
I don’t want to go on a rant here, but, Jesus, Gallagher, the only reason you’re on any list in the first place is because you’re so fucking old, and you did something that people remember, mostly because in order to get within sixty feet of you, your audience had to cover itself with a plastic goddamned tarp.
Ahem. Pardon. Anyway, I started this post because I was going to point you to the douchebaggy interview Gallagher did with David Wolinsky at The Onion, but I just realized how irrelevant the guy is, and how he’s maybe the only comedian on the planet that renders himself less relevant by working harder.