I think too much, therefore I aren't. I think, therefore I am. But when I overthink, tis not a philosophical state of being. I overthink my Friday Funny's show every week. Just as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, comedy is in the ear of the listener, or the eye's (slapstick for example). Silence in the unveiling of an art piece is acceptable, but silence in the delivery of a joke is horrifying. Maybe I should get a manual laugh track, joining in the media's formula, but I never cared for laugh track's which help inspire the audience in many of today's late night comedian's.
Not only do I desire to stay clear of adult content on Fridays, but I want to stay clear of all predatory humor.
I was always ADD, and served as class-clown and board-clown, and every other setting, looking for a laugh, and refining the art of self-deprecation. The Lincoln-Douglas art of humor, not debate. Anticipate, and beat the competition to your own self-put down, while hitting, with your best shot. As I think about other's who embraced my style, Lenny Bruce, Jack Kerouac, George Carlin, Groucho, W.C. Fields, Mae West, and Shel Silverstein, and the list/beat goes on, I wonder what childhood experiences led us into this arena of half troubadour and half cynic.
Today's humor is a simple song by the Irish Rovers, that hit high in the American charts, and became a long standing favorite for many. Released in 1962 by Shel, the Unicorn Song hit our mainstream airways in 1968, It followed the hit, My boomerang won't come back in 1961, and Tie me Kangaroo down; which hit the airwaves in 1962. These three songs were the 60's "down under" "british" invasion. So, tune in for a flavor of the Australian musical humor of the 60's.Another Friday, we might remember Allan Sherman and Roger Miller from our own shores.
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