do i have bad ideas sometimes? oh God yes.

i have so many ideas that come in and out of my head it might be shocking to those who don’t really know me.

and because i trust people and love them, and because i never take anything with too much seriousness, i often share those ideas with people for a few reasons

– to see if they think it’s a good idea
– to see if we can hone it into something even better
– to see if it was a bad idea

my biggest fear about Hear in LA being such a long marathon is that i would get sick of this one crazy idea after years and years and years.

in part because i do get bored easily because i have so many ideas shooting through me at all times.

some would say i smoke weed to slow down those ideas because they are overwhelming at times.

in my heart i love people, warts and all, and those warts i identify with because some days i feel like im nothing but a giant wart. but not in a sad way. just in a “i have gross things inside me that will one day ooze out, so sorry.”

but also, tomorrow i will ooze out something beautiful. so dont completely abandon me bc i come in peace.

but i am dark. no question.

in part because without the darkness we cannot see

the twinkly stars in the heavens.

the never ending struggle between creativity and financial success

pure creativity takes many forms. not all of those are things prospective employers — or even current ones feel comfortable with.

we live in a time where everything is being analyzed and over analyzed to root out the racial insensitive garbage that should have been gone a long time ago.

but it’s also scooping out a lot of harmless humor that was never intended to be hurtful and now over time, under today’s context, it’s embarrassing.

for example comedians who sported blackface as satire are being criticized while actual racist political policies are somehow shielded. jimmy kimmel is getting heat for a comedy bit where he is pretending to be karl malone, but in kentucky last week they made 600k black people vote in One location (instead of hundreds) and everything is nbd.

sorry but voter suppression is a bd. a vbd.

jimble kimble in blackface *today* is cringeworthy, but as logic will tell us: consider the source.

which brings us to Eric Andre. who is hilarious. because he is outrageous. and his new special is fantastic but i think about his future. if he ever wanted to get a “real job” one day, and the HR manager saw this netflix show, it’d be over for him. he talks about smoking weed with his mom, how LSD is his favorite drug, and about the time he ate 4x as much molly as he should have.

it’s funny and regardless if it is true or not, it makes people laugh: which is the point of comedy.

comedy should also make us think and andre points out that this country was founded by Puritans and we are still pretty much stuck in that mindset. we get super freaked out with nudity, “foul” language gets bleeped on cable tv and radio, and yesterday we celebrated the 5th anniversary of same sex marriage. How is it that this country is almost 250 years old and gays and lesbians haven’t been viewed as equals for 245 of them? because shit’s fucked up.

and who better to shine the light on that disparity than the court jesters?

and the writers. and the artists. and the modern day opinion columnists, and the tiktokers and the athletes and the every day moms and dads who didnt grow up in a bubble, many of whom were educated in good schools

and know how to get on the mic and speak truth to power?

but we stifle critical thought unless it’s done in such a narrow, culturally appropriate NPR way.

which in of itself is fucked.

people should be allowed to speak their mind in the way that is effective regardless of style.

michaelangelo wanted to sculpt a giant nude teenage boy and back in the renaissance days italy was all, fuck yeah mike. then the pope was like, paint a shitload of naked bible people on the ceiling while youre at it.

how is it that we have not progressed in the land of the free and home of the brave? why is it that we dumb our shit down to appease the least evolved, least secure, most cowardly and insincere?

we know gay people getting married has zero to do with the sanctity of marriage. we know that diverse workplaces can do nothing but better our societies. we know that executive levels of one race and one sex is not just a bad look but less-than-ideal decisions will be made there.

but we keep on keeping on.

we punish the women who fight to be equal. we squelch creativity and humor and those who dare to push the envelope.

and yet we allow one bad policy after another to continue to live another day.

canada has it right about healthcare.

japan has it right about policing.

europe has it right about vacations for the workers.

and as problematic as the framers were in so many regards, like owning human beings, they were right about so many things that we shouldn’t immediately toss out what good things they brought to the table because of their shortsidednesses if thats even a word.

do i have the answer for everything? yes. jk. but together we do. if we really abide by the tenants of loving our neighbors and seeing the best in each other we can easily see what is good and bad and support the good. it’s not that hard.

comedy is not pretty but it’s vital. nazis are not vital. racism is not vital. love and creativity is essential.

and as we slouch forward to bethlehem, struggling to make cool shit despite the petty pace of the day to day, i invite each of you who reads this to ask
do i judge someones art based on puritan ideals of long ago, of frightened people who made no cool art, or am i here to encourage the magic of innovation and the glory of being the reflection of God.
warts and all.

what if im losing my super powers

what if i dont have the magic inside of me any more

what if everything before this was luck like they said

what if they were all being nice in the past and i have no talent

what if my isla vista sex drugs rock intro was really just a set up to a downward spiral into misery heartache poverty and tragedy

what if the caged bird doesnt actually sing for thee, but instead is tolling a bell yearning to be set free?

what if my buckets got a hole in it

these are the thoughts that go a mile a second into the head of a writer as he simply tries to do his work, and im sure it happens to musicians and artists and ballet dancers and tuba repairmen

but i heard the best thing the other day. who said it. who said it?

whoever it was said you can have these thoughts come to you, but you have to let them all slide through. don’t give them a home in your head.

dont let them live there rent-free. move them along, little doggies. move along.

have them, hear them, note what theyre saying,

but then bring out the broom and sweep them out, make room for the new thoughts, the weirder ones, the crazier ones

the thoughts that bring about peace and love, peace and love

oh yes, it was Ringo who said it!

chuck klosterman was on tv, talking about creativity

art

he said in order to induce creativity he gets himself bored.

he said our problems is that are instantly entertained within seconds thanks to the internet.

he said the best ways, though, to get your mind going is to

go on a long boring walk

with no music in your ears

and no phone in your hand.

what will happen is you might write a little song, you might think of a good topic for a book

you might think of all the things you shoulda said to that one babe

right before she cut off the light

and i thought maybe thats why i think of so many good things in the shower

its the one time when theres not a phone in front of me.