The quote above is on Sam Kinison's gravesite. He was 38 and recently remarried when he was killed by a drunk driver. He had finally kicked the drugs and alcohol himself. Sam would have found immense humor in all this.
I was in college when my sister gave me a copy of Kinison's stand up. Who knew the effect it would have on me. It was my first exposure to shock comedy. No topic was off limits. Just when you thought it was done, he would "dig a little deeper" to find that next level down. I'd find myself laughing at homosexual necrophilia. "Even after you're dead they keep fcuking you in the ass."
I was going through some crap at the time and somehow listening to Sam made it better. I didn't feel alone. Someone else had experienced hurt, was able to laugh about it and make other people laugh as well. Little did I know what was in store for me in life. Sam's voice has always been there making me smile. He screams right along with me. I don't know if I ever thanked my sister for that tape - so if you are reading this, THANKS!
Now you know what helped form my cynical side and why I can take things too far. I had a good teacher.
Here's one of Sam's songs. I've used it a few times in my life. It's dedicated to one of his old girlfriends. I remember giving a copy to a girl I broke up with in college after I found she cheated on me.
You lying whore
you used me
you never loved me
I hope you slide under a gas truck
and taste your own blood
die! die! die!
I want my records back!
Sam, I miss you.
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