Monday, September 5, 2011

Ode To Louis C.K.

At this point people are probably going to think I'm gay for Louis C.K. and Christian Bale.  Well, I'm not.  At least not in the homosexual sense of the word.  I AM gay for them in a straight way where I don't want to suck their dicks though.  Just like rad legends like Mark Twain or Shakespeare these guys rule!  More about CB later and always.

(Aside: have you heard Louis C.K.'s bit about how it takes courage to suck a guy's dick?  So fucking funny.  And PS for anyone who doesn't know: Louis C.K. is a comic kind of like Seinfeld, but super fucking vulgar.)

Louis C.K. is an Irish Mexican!  Who would have known with all the shit he talks about being a white!  This motherfucker is a beaner just like me talking shit on white people--secret ass Mexican.  And, as a matter of fact, my siblings and I are Irish Mexican too!  Our great grandmother was Nana Adams... straight up Irish bitch!  No wonder we like Louis so much.  And who in the fucking world would have thought it a good idea to mix the Irish and Mexican races?  I fully absolve myself from any blame for being a crazy asshole; it's in my genes and it wasn't MY brilliant idea.  If I were born just British I'd be all proper and shit.  If I were born Indian I'd be all polite and shit.  If I were born Japanese I'd be all proper and polite.  If I were Russian I'd be all quiet and weird and look all bummed out.  If I was German I'd be racist.  If I was an indigenous person I'd be all quiet and weird and look all bummed out.  If I was black I'd be lactose intolerant.  If I was born Jewish in any time in the world's history there'd be a group of people trying to kill me.  If I was just Irish I'd be a drunk.  If I was just a Mexican I'd be a drunk.  Instead, I'm an Irish Mexican so I'm a drunk drunk.

I think the first time I ever saw a Louis C.K. stand up show was at my buddy Justen's house.  This dude loves stand-up.  He's perpetually bummed out on life's shitty-ness so he looks for shit to counter said shitty-ness.  I've always thought that was smart and a good idea--I probably would have been too jaded to give stand-up a chance.  I have been laughing my ass off--many times to the point of tears and hurting abdomen--every time I watch some Louis now.  And laughing just feels so good doesn't it?

Louis C.K. is a very, very funny self deprecating dude.

I don't want to try and define or explain or describe what his show is like too much because I wouldn't do a good job.  It's just funny as hell.  YouTube his shit.  He talks about real life or whatever, about life's shitty-ness, about the stupid things people do, and he's real about it all.  He doesn't give a fuck and he'll say anything.  He says shit that might sound racist, but, now knowing he's part Mexican, Jewish, Hungarian, and Irish, he is not. He's a total bummer and super depressing but he brings levity to the reality of life.  It's good to have someone not hiding what real life is and still find humor in it.  Life sucks.  Might as well accept it and have a good time?

Despite all the shit he's always complaining about and making fun of, one thing is for sure: Louis C.K. is having a blast.  He's not some dude working at some job he hates complaining about life and not doing anything about it.  Louis C.K. is doing what he wants.  He's a stand-up comedian for a living!  How awesome is that?  Everyone should strive to do what they love for a living no?  So despite him bitching and talking shit he is actually doing what he loves to do.

So, this fucker has influenced me a bit with his philosophy, his attitude, his comedy, and with choosing to do what he loves to do with his life even if that means he won't make as much money (I'm sure he's doing fine).

I wrote a song that's on our latest album that'll be done this Friday that I named after Mr. C.K.  It's called Louis C.K.

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Louis C.K. by Long Live Logos

Pick yourself gotta be tough
No one say it wasn't gonna be rough
Come on baby you know it's gonna be alright
Dodgin' bullets all the time
But Simon Cowell say I sing alright
Come on baby you know it's gonna be alright

You know I love you so
Don't quit on me
I love you so
Let's go

Dust yourself off not like Jay Z
More like Tom Waits my homie
Louis C.K. getting me depressed
Gotta do what you love just like Louis C.K.
Come on baby you know it's gonna be alright

You know I love you so
Don't quit on me
I love you so
Let's go

Tonight's the night we'll make it happen tonight

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Synopsis:

Not a very deep song, but sometimes I like shit simple (like Black Eyed Peas simple).  Basically: life's tough, no one said it'd be otherwise, you'll be fine.  I always thought it strange when military dudes would try out for American Idol and they'd sing all good and shit and Cowell would tell them so, but I'd be thinking "dude... you can't just bail on the military can you?  your comrades are gonna hate you!" But ya, they're out dodging bullets and maybe they just wanna sing and be happy.  Then the chorus is me admitting I'm shitty, but hey! don't quit on me!  let's go!  Dust yourself off when you get up off the ground and shitty-ness, but not in the shiny way that Jay Z dusts himself off... more like the dusty-voiced, down-and-dirty Tom Waits would (he seems like someone that's perpetually dusty... like always wearing dusty clothing and boots or something--he's awesome)... he's a symbol in my song for someone from 'low places.' And unlike that Garth Brooks song about having FRIENDS in 'low places'... I AM the friend in low places!  Whenever my friends sing that song (all my friends listen to Garth Brooks and listen to him on a daily basis) they think about me and feel proud of themselves for having a friend in low places.  They feel so charitable indeed!  At the end of the second verse, Louis C.K. paints the picture (with his comedy) of how life sucks, yet he's doing what he loves to do and making life better for himself and thus paints hope as well.  We gonna be aight.  Tonight's the night, we can make it all happen tonight.  Don't quit on me.  Blah blah blah.

He even looks Mexican.



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