When I was 11 or 12, I had two comedy albums.  One was by Bill Cosby (it had the Noah bit on it which is still brilliant) and the other was George Carlin’s “A Place For My Stuff” (I think that was the title).

These are two great albums to have, because the illustrate two very different kinds of comedy.  Say what you want about Bill, but he’s a master storyteller.  I mean, how do you beat “Now, I told you that story so I could tell you this one”?

George, however, was very different.  Much more observational, much more out there on the edge (especially back then, and earlier).  Borderline absurdist.

I’m thankful to both these men.  I love comedy.  I love humor.  I love breaking it down and trying to figure it out.  I love the choice of words, the timing, the emphasis.

Everything.

And, to be honest, much of what I do know and understand about comedy I owe to these two men, in some manner or another.

Thanks George.  I’ll miss you.