As a young youngster I listened to tapes of George Carlin (8-tracks?) and I’m sure I didn’t get it–most of it–but he talked about farts, and I loved that (it was this one–side two, track three: “Cute Little Farts”). This was long before I would find his brilliant “Religion is bullshit” routine, or any of his more recent rants against the political idiocy of our time.
I recently finished reading Steve Martin’s latest book, Born Standing Up, and it makes me appreciate even more these hilarious people whose record albums I listened to growing up and the concert films and movies I watched (Cheech & Chong, Richard Pryor, etc.). Funny, funny stuff.
R.I.P. George Carlin, ye shall be missed.