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On The Precipice of Mediocrity, Teetering
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the Convenience Well, Stan first gave me the heads up, but I didn't wanna believe it. But it looks true, The Mitch has passed. Lushy pointed me to Comedy Central's page on Mitch, and they confirmed he passed this week.
I'm really crushed at this... simply saying Mitch Hedberg was a comic genius wouldn't do the guy justice. A combination of Steven Wright and George Carlin, Mitch's stand-up routine had a unique voice all his own. You could hear the same joke 5 times, and somehow crack-up the hardest on the sixth time.
His comedy albums are that rare breed that you can pop in anytime, and just laugh along to the bass, with the laughs never getting stale. And his live show... well, damn, if you never got to see him, you missed out.
Sadly, like many geniuses, he had his demons, in the form of heroin. We'll never know how far he coulda gone if he had never got sucked into the tar pits...
So long, Mitch...
Update 11:20: First notice that I could find. posted by Holz | 10:11 AM | Rant & Rave, Bitches! (4)
Hey Holzie, can you please cut & paste? Twin Cities registration is giving me some problems. Thanks...what a bummer.
Even family and close friends had a hard time understanding Mitch Hedberg, a St. Paul native who ran away from home and, despite living a scattershot life, became a runaway success as a standup comic.
"Let a man get away with fuckin' you once, you stay bent over so's he can fuck you again whenever he damn well pleases. An' if one man can do it? Another will too. An' another, an' another still. So's being fucked, that's yer life. 'Til who you were, you ain't. 'Cause all you are is an asshole."|
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