Can you hear me now? (Or, holla if ya hear me!)
I recently took some time out one evening and Netflixed "The Kings of Comedy". I would like to assume everyone has seen it, but I am sure some of you have not. Do yourself a favor and do so. A classic I had to revisit. Now, obviously the line up are all legends and prolific in their own right, but I was really looking forward to hearing Bernie Mac do his thing. No comic delivers verbage the way Bernie did. That southside Chi-town twang.. "You sunabitch!" He ends his set on a rant about how black people can use the phrase, "mother fucker" in every kind of grammatical form. Noun, adjective, adverb.. It's the funniest mother fucking shit ever.
Bernie is dead. Passing away, unfortunately, at the height of his career. Plans unfulfilled and checks not cashed. He left an indelible mark though. Something tangible and something untouched.
What do we do in our own lives to stop ourselves from realizing. From real-life-ing. The great comedians all have something in common. In some fashion, they were and are able to conquer their egos enough to allow us to see who they are. They get away with saying some crazy shit too. Shit that a normal man or woman reciting might and have been patronized for. How dope to be in such an arena, that you can just be free to be you. Ugly, phantasmal, wretched and beautiful all at the same time. And be applauded for your truth. We literal pay to sit and hear them speak.
Maybe we are all missing out on some free joy in our lives cause we aren't listening.