Showing posts with label Jerry Seinfeld. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jerry Seinfeld. Show all posts

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Comedy tonight!



I alluded to watching a Netflix series in a previous comment. It is true -- I watched Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee. I like cars, I like comedy, have only had maybe two cups of coffee in my life, so that part didn't matter much to me, although the riffing about civet cat coffee was mildly amusing.

The show was put together by Jerry Seinfeld, who, although he is a leftist near-billionaire, doesn't really touch on politics that often. And since there are a ton of epis and they are very short you can skip any particular one that features an out-and-out anti-American comic, and if you see who his guests are you can figure out who I mean by that.

The cars are interesting, with too many German cars, and that strikes me as peculiar, but what are you going to do, eh? Jerry (can I call him Jerry?) is well known for his love of Porsches and how many of them he owns. The local fine art museum had a show that featured Porsches and several of them were from his collection, so I have seen them in person. And now I have seen them on television and that makes them more real, right? Ha!

Jerry drove a rusty VW dual cab pickup to meet Michael Richards, AKA Kramer. Michael was contrite, knew he screwed up royally, and they discussed it. Mr. Richards put it in terms of being selfish rather than selfless when he used a racial epithet toward a heckler. Some words can only be used by a minority of our population. He says now that the heckler was correct, his, Mr. Richards, material really did suck, and if he could have a redo he would have admitted that and walked off stage rather than attack the heckler and, in effect, kill his career in less than a minute. And kill it he did -- it is irretrievably deceased. That epithet was, as the locals mispronounce it, truly an epitaph.

Jerry was conciliatory and he said an interesting thing -- he wishes that Mr. Richards could use his "instrument" again, and by that he means his unbelievably excellent physical humor. He had a gift, that was always evident, but his ego ended any possibility that we will see him work ever again. So it goes.