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| At more than 16 minutes, this is easily the longest bit on the album. More than twice as long as the infinitely more famous "Seven Words You Can Never Say On Television", this routine is exactly what the name implies. It's an introspective look at his early years and the motivations behind the comic mind. (Stavro Arrgolus) |
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Uh, people always want to know how you get started...on this job. I guess they ask musicians too...and actors and everything, but, uh, they always want to know how you got started. They say, "How'd you get started?" They say to you, "Did you always want to be a comedian?" Well, not in the womb, but right after that, yes, I did. Sure.
But class clown is when you really do get a chance to kind of ...work out, y'know. 'Cause the classroom's the best place. Classroom's best because...well, no one's allowed to laugh there. And suppressed laughter, y'know, is they easiest to get, the most fun. Y'know, like when you're kneelin' in front of a casket- 'CHORTLE!' ...during the sermon, whatever it is and in the classroom. Class clown always sounds like there was only one of 'em, y'know, sounds like "the class clown" but that's not true, really. There was, y'know, quite often there were two or three or four of 'em. Mmm. Sometimes you'd have a whole classroom full of 'em, man. If the main guy was absent, second banana would fill in, right? And the class clown wasn't really so unique. Y'know, he didn't necessarily do things that were real different. It was just..he learned things first. He discovered things first and passed them on to the other guys, right? The class clown was the first to discover a lot of musical things. He was the first one to get into Hawaiian nose humming, right? ('Hawaiian nose humming' sounds) Well, if you're gonna play, play, y'know? And then, uh, playing 'head' (raps fist on head with mouth open) You had to be a little 'masso' for that anyway, man, y'know? That and throat (taps throat with mouth open) Aah. Found out later in life that the beard acts as a mute for soft passages, right? Well, anyway.
Class clown was the first guy to discover this- usually in gym class, right? ('arm fart' sounds) Yeah, the old artificial fart under the arm. Or as we called it in New York, (with heavy New York accent:) "The awtificial fawt undah the awm!" There were a lot of ways to make the fart sound when you were a kid. Remember, you had this one, too (makes different fart sound) Then, in the crook of your arm (another one) It was an important sound, y'know? I gues..we found so many ways to make it, y'know? I didn't need any of those fancy ones, 'cause I could (makes 'regular' mouth fart noises) I was into the bi-labial fricative, y'know? I was so glad when I found out that had a real official name to it, man. Bronx cheer and raspberry never made it for me. Bi-labial fricative- (makes more fart noises, then guy in crowd shouts, "Do one from the back!") Do one from the back? It would probably be an SBD today, man. Remember that? "Silent But Deadly, wow.
It's true. Most of the time in class I was tempted to..fool around, man. Get someone's..that's what it was, yeah. You'd be bored and you'd figure, "Well, why not deprive someone else of their education." And you would set about disrupting the class by...ATTRACTING ATTENTION TO YOURSELF! That is the name of this job, y'know? It's called "Dig me." It's like, "Hey guys, didn't make the team, but- BBBBBBLLLLLAH! They'd say, "Hey, he's crazy, man. Hey, ya wanna go to a party, wow." Yeah, you went to all the parties. Got the last girl, but you went to all the parties, man. BBBBLAH!
When I would, uh, try to attract attention in class, it was..I wasn't really like a very daring and bold youth. I was a little timid, really. I didn't get right into fake epileptic seizures in the aisle, y'know. Start out and test the water a little bit. I used to start with little sounds, like- (makes 'pigeon' sounds in throat). That's a good one 'cause no one can really see where it's coming from. (does it again) You can even look around like you don't know. (once more) That's, of course, the pigeon; you recognize the pigeon. That was my only bird call...'cause that was our only bird, man. I was from a real 'New York' part of New York, y'know. We had pigeons..and, uh, sparrows; had sparrows. Sparrows- you could never pin a sparrow, y'know?. They would leave too fast. You try to go over to a sparrow- 'BROODOOM!' Pigeons would walk out of your way and give you a bad look, right? Poor pigeons, man. Their song is stuck in their throat. (makes 'pigeon' sounds again) That's what livin' in the city does, man. Sticks your song in your throat. I'm sure when the pigeons first got to the city, they had a nice song, man- (does 'birdcall' sounds) Few years in the city..(makes 'throat' pigeon sounds). And then that oil slick we laid on 'em; you've seen that oil slick on their neck. I'm sure we gave 'em that. Pidgies.
I had one sound that was my own. Not completely my own. I stole it from a Spike Jones record- 'GLLLGEAH!' (does variations on the sound) None of the other guys could do that one. I added a little something to it- 'HICUPMNNGLLLGEAH!' No one really cared. "Get him outta here, willya?" 'GLLLGAH GLLLGEE!' "Get him outta here." And then of course, there was- 'POP!' Popping the cheek. Which everyone had to do. Just to be a kid you had to be able to do that, right? Yeah, it was part of the credentials. "Can he pop his cheek?" 'POP'! "Okay, he's a kid. Let him in." Let me hear all of you do that. I love it when a whole auditorium does it. Everybody do it...like that. (hundreds of pops are heard from the crowd and they laugh at the sound) Now do it without giving in to the temptation to laugh. Everybody do it without laughing. (even more pops are heard from the crowd and they laugh louder at the speed of the pops) But, uh, we take that for granted. We think it's so simple. You say to yourself, "Well, I think I'll put my finger in my cheek and pop it." It's not that easy, man. There's a lotta things to think about. Ya gotta know how much finger to put in there for one, right? You can't do it like that (jams finger way in), man. You have to judge the amount of finger. You have to know how much air pressure against the cheek, how much cheek pressure against the air...and when to release. You see old guys in the park now can't get it on anymore- MMM! UHHH! That's the first thing that goes on a class clown...the cheeks, man.
They never did issue microphones to the class clowns. That would have been a big help. But you had ones like this- (does popping noises with microphone) And you remember this one? Old men always used to do this to you- (makes squeaking noises with his lips) Remember? Your grandfather would always do that. "Hey! Come here!" (squeak!) Ah ha ha ha!
I was, uh, my specialty was knuckle cracking....I was, uh, I was into it on kind of an esoteric level, really. For instance, I could crack all twenty-eight knuckles, you know. Twenty-eight plus, actually. Only twenty-eight are officially recognized by the Knuckle Institute. But you aficionados know that down at the ends of the fingers you have a lot of multiples and repeaters and, uh, if you wake up and think about it first thing in the morning you can do fifty or more of 'em, man. A little more knuckle lore for you. The smaller the knuckle, the higher the pitch. Something we just don't stop to think about, y'know? For instance, this last knuckle on the pinky is the highest pitched knuckle; you'll hear it now...CRACK! CRACK! That was a double! Let's see if I can go for the double on the other pinky. I don't often get two doubles in performance; I'd like to try. And that was down a little lower than it should have been. That's a higher pitched and much more gentle knuckle, usually. Let's give the right on the end of the pinky a chance...CRACK! Let's see if the other one's in there too...CRACK! Ahhhh! Two doubles is far out, yeah!
The best reason for cracking your knuckles was to make the girls sick. I mean that's... That's all you wanted to do when you were nine or ten was make the girls sick. If you could get Margaret Mary to throw up on her desk in the morning...you knew it would be a good day. You'd pick the most squeamish girl. Margaret Mary was susceptible to knuckles- Hey, Margaret Mary! CRACK! "Wooo oooh woo!" Remember that feeling? Like wiping off snot. "Wooo oooh woo!" Somebody else's! "AAAUGH!" You'd wipe it on flaming wood if you had to. "Get it off me; it got on me by accident- AAUUGH!" 'Cause nobody really likes your bodily fluids, y'know. Unless you keep them to yourself. People don't want them. Really, think of it. Any fluids of semi-fluids that you secrete or excrete or whatever. People don't wanna hear it. Earwax, blood, sweat, "Get it outta here, man!" Sometimes they'll take your blood if they're in trouble, otherwise keep things inside; people want you to keep things inside.
Anything you could do disgusting was good for class clown. Ernest Cruz could turn his upper eyelids inside out. Remember those guys, wow. Even I would go EWWWW! Don't do that, Ernest; you look like the Devil, man. John Pigman could belch at will. Not just the ordinary belch. I mean, we all learned to swallow a little air, y'know, and do the fraternity burp- BRAACK! But, uh, John Pigman was an artist, man. He would save air for like half an hour, man. You'd see him over in the corner. "Hey, John.." "No no, man..(gulping air sounds). "Ah, and when he would finally let go- 'BRRRIGADDOOMBRIGGADOWWBRRRRUGGADOOWOWOWOW!' Oh, wow. Old ladies...old ladies would puke for blocks around. He would talk when he burped. You remember those guys? (burping:) "How do you do? Son of a b***h. BLLGADOO! BLLLUGH! He'd try to go through the whole alphabet on one burp. (burping:) ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVW... Sometimes John would be in the movie theater...and you didn't know he was there. And then you found out, man. If anybody on the screen opened their mouth without saying anything, John would provide the dialog. 'BRRRRIGADOW!' "Hey, John's here, man!"
Class clown used to save his best stuff for lunchtime...when you were drinking your milk. And he'd try to make the milk come out your nose. "UGGGH! Carlin, you bastard! I'll get you, man!" It was even better with 7UP or root beer, y'know? Get all those bubbles up in their sinuses. One time, Michael Davey passed an entire cheese sandwich through his nose. Sister Annunciado thought is was a miracle, y'know? "Come with me, mister and don't talk to the other boys and girls. Yeah, you're not allowed to talk to anyone right after a miracle, y'know? You have to wait and be debriefed by a priest, right?
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