Yesterday 2016, the never-ending year of shit, claimed another great.
One of the funniest - and by all accounts one of the nicest- people in the world, Kevin Meaney died at the age of 59. I saw Kevin Meaney years ago at Cobb's in San Francisco and he was just amazing. He could be hilarious just singing with a cardboard cutout of Frank Sinatra, or doing impressions of his mom. He will be sorely missed.
And as if that weren't bad enough, I just heard that jean Shepard died last week.
I have fucking had it with this dick year.
Someone better go keep an eye on Tom Waits and Jeff Tweedy.
Haven't heard much from him in a while, but he was one funny dude.
ReplyDeleteRIP.
Not to get metaphysical on you, but have you ever considered the possibility that there might actually BE such things as curses?
ReplyDeleteThat stinks. I still think he was one of the first alt-comics.
ReplyDeleteActually, I'm surprised...he wasn't THAT old. Damned clever and funny guy.
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