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A black tie event

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Monday, I found myself sitting in the K.F.C on Long Street, talking to one of our circuit’s heavy weight surrealists. I met Brenden Murray some time back, a very natural encounter, on which I won’t elaborate on because we didn’t have a prescription. God forbid I paint him as some gonzo-esque drug enthusiast. Ahem.

We spoke of creating material and how he goes about it. Murray writes an idea down and lets it simmer. He then launched into a thunderous monologue on how comedians tend to flog their ideas to pieces.Sardonically identifying and impaling a dangerous neurosis. I sensed a snarling urgency punching the florescent light between us. His mindfulness, though full of expletives and forceful had a distinct tutelar edge to it. Squaring off like a surrealist Mafioso, protecting the familio. A tangible assurance that he cared as much about the creation of comedy as excelling at it himself, and he does both superbly.

There is no justification for this bill in any form. It’s a backward, antiquated pile of smouldering hick logic we dug out of our cesspit of a past and the fact that we’re even considering it means that things are way more fucked than we think.

We then spent a few minutes in silence as he scribbled in his note book, ideas for that evening, he hosted C.O.M.E at Ragazzi last night. A room that’s no stranger to comedy, owned by LnK, also a comedian. The layout works as a comedy venue, low ceiling- good light, comfortable chairs. The sound could be better but it’s a long way from terrible. It just feels like a comedy club, but it’s superb to play.

Caliber rigs draw caliber acts, these platforms are crucial. People like Brenden Murray, who don’t just work the room but invest themselves in the rig, in the scene. I’m boring myself with all this pseudo serious bullshit but I have one more thing to get off my chest before I get back this blisteringly kief project of a pilot.

#Black -fucking- Tuesday. When in the history of kak ideas did this thing get going?

Rabinowitz, ripped the arse out of it last night. I get the feeling he misses gig level ranting, and his points were lucid as fuck. He’s so good at being edgy, I can’t wait for him to turn 65 and give it that old guy Carlin style slapfuck of a go. He’s just so good at ranting.

There is no justification for this bill in any form. It’s a backward, antiquated pile of smouldering hick logic we dug out of our cesspit of a past and the fact that we’re even considering it means that things are way more fucked than we think.

I’m heading off to parliament today, there’s another demo between 13h00 and 14h00- the thing is, I don’t think I’m angry enough. Speaking to Cameron Olivier (web developer and one of the artists who’s responsible for this site), who’s joining me today, he said he really wanted the whole situation to sink in. “Part of me wants it to get passed to see if we could get off our arses and effect some real change, flex a little”. I think I agree with him, the flip side of this clusterfuck is the innate call to civilian agency. It could just be a massive attempt by the powers that be to see just how sharp the liberal teeth in this country are. I hope to fuck we maul this ma se poes of a bill to pieces.

2 Comments

  1. Abo says:

    well done sir. apathy isn’t productive, nor is self pity. Mix anger with equal parts concern, motivation and the refusal to be taken-for-granted. stir. Well… me thinks that’s a nice recipe for a revolutionary starter…