There’s an interview with Miley Cyrus floating around, where she admits to People Magazine she’s “fucked-up,” legitimately.
In fact, the opposite is true. People Magazine is fucked-up. Miley Cyrus is 20.
We should give the kid a break. You know why? She’s 20. She’s a kid. No joke.
Tinley Park hosted The Oddball Comedy Tour. I drove out. Hannibal Buress was the funniest man on the stage. Jeffrey Ross braided his JewFro into cornrows. Flight Of The Conchords was a charming mix of befuddled silliness.
And then there was the headliner, Dave Chappelle.
Coming off an infamous show in Hartford, Connecticut, Dave Chappelle walked out onto the stage at Tinley Park to a standing ovation.
This particular standing ovation went on for damn near 7-minutes. No joke.
As he quickly settled into the reality of having the room on his side, Chappelle opened up: “Of course, I hope North Korea never attacks America. I love this country. And war is a terrible thing. But if North Korea does attack America, I hope they drop the bomb on Hartford, Connecticut. They’re evil.”
Every now and then, a child star breaks from the conventional path, bushwhacking to a bonafide career, like Miley Cyrus.
Every now and then, a voice emerges on the stage, with a heartbreaking combination of insight, humor and self-awareness, like Dave Chappelle.
It’s a pilgrimage. You owe it to yourself to make the pilgrimage.
Driving to Tinley Park was a pilgrimage.
I owed it to myself to be in the room with the genius behind Chappelle’s Show. I owed it to myself to schmooze the box office manager, since most of all, I owed it to myself to land a front row seat, as I was traveling alone, and there’s always one empty seat, if you dare traveling alone.
When I was broke, living in New York City, on Saint Marks Place, I started going to shows alone. Getting to know the scalpers by name came with an unexpected perk; Lila, my favorite scalper, advised me to wait by the door, alone.
Sure enough, at every single show, not some shows, not most shows, at every single show, there would be someone with a flakey friend. And an extra ticket.
Back then, I managed to finagle the ticket for free. But now, I insist on paying the sticker price, as a point of pride.
A broke boy is self-explanatory. A punk-ass bitch takes what he can get away with taking. A grown-ass man pays the bill, as a point of pride.
Inventory Is Inventory.
If you haven’t heard of the Oddball Comedy Tour, you’re missing out. If you haven’t seen Dave Chappelle standing on stage in front of you, smoking a cigarette, splitting himself wide open, twisting the room into tidal waves of laughter, you’re missing out. If you haven’t rapped along to Hannibal Buress rappity-rap rap-rapping, you’re missing out.