Robert Klein. "Still Can't Stop His Leg". Just watched it. A documentary about his career and his life.
If you don't know where the title comes from, please don't bother me. In fact, turn off my blog.
If you don't know who he is, kill yourself.
You ever get your mind moving in the wrong direction?
I do. Happens a lot.
Got me a new job a couple of months ago. I dig it. I was happy to escape the thrift shop and the withering stares of the wealthy patrons of O's Steaks and Seafood across the street.
Went to work my first day and realized this was a job and these were a people I could dig.
Had the next day off. Motored my way into Concord and my car broke down. Got it towed, and fixed up the next day but I was late for my second day on the job.
I of course called apologetically and it was no big deal.
But a seed was planted.
Coupla months later I find out I got me a fractured hip. Last week, actually. Been playing telephone tag with the fucking doctors regarding follow up and so far I have gotten no where.
Pisses me off.
Driving into work yesterday, the car makes a strange sound as I negotiated "Keith's exit" off 89. Call it that because it is the exit we take to get to Keith's house.
Definite something breaking sound. I drove slowly for a couple of minutes (something I rarely do). Could feel that the Big Ride was not driving right, not quite as smooth as usual, but nothing really scary going on.
Drive home last night. Pull onto my road, go over a bump and literally heard an explosion. Sounded like a gunshot or bomb going off.
I said "What the fuck?" and slowed way down. Car started bouncing like a red rubber ball. I nursed that baby home, the car bottomed out as I pulled into my driveway. Rear end was way low.
Then I noticed this thing lying in the driveway. A piece from underneath my car. About a foot and a half long with a hunk of rubber flapping loose. A severely torn piece of rubber - the victim of the explosion.
Bummin' last night. Bummin' even more this morning. This afternoon got The Big Ride towed to Danny's for a Monday morning rendezvous.
Too much negative shit on my mind. Which I stretch all the way back to last summer's cancer bullshit. Start thinking about all the negative shit that has happened since I semi-retired.
What the fuck.
Just an average life keeping me from getting cocky.
Get back from Danny's and my brain is severely bruised. Looking for release. Distraction.
Got me about 300 things saved as favorites on the magical X1 Infinity machine. So many that I don't remember what I have saved.
Troll it and come across Klein.
Yeah, baby - I could use a laugh.
He is a funny dude, man, and a comedian routinely mentioned in the same breath as Richard Pryor and George Carlin as a pioneer.
By comedians like Jerry Seinfeld, Jay Leno, Billy Crystal, Bill Maher, Jon Stewart, Ray Romano, Larry Miller, and David Steinberg, all of whom admit Robert Klein had a major influence on them.
Made me feel good. Made me laugh. Got my respect vibe working.
I never know what is going to save me. Today it was Robert Klein.
Christ I was down. I feel better now. Not cured, but better.
Not half bad, baby.