It’s not hard to imagine that George Carlin is dead. He was old, and he had heart problems. What’s hard to imagine is the world without him. He has fans across every generation, and he obtained them by simply putting out the work. Through all of his darkest and brightest times, he managed to pump out more material, so regularly, that his fans anticipated it like clockwork. Sure, announcements were made about his failing health. In a perverse way, that I’m sure Carlin himself would appreciate, his impending death made it even more exciting to see him every year.
It’s not that I took Carlin’s work for granted, but I certainly imagined it would just keep coming. He reappeared every year, like a big “fuck you” to the entire square world. They could keep his 7 dirty words off the radio and network TV, but not from coming out of his mouth. He took supreme advantage of this fact, by going until he dropped dead, literally. I feel personally sad to be without him, but I have a smirk on my face(really) knowing that he went out exactly like he wanted.
If you really want to honor George Carlin, carry on with his work. Make sure that George Carlin was the birth of an era, and not the end of one. Fight the FCC, fight organized religion, fight stupidity, and have a damn good time while you’re doing it. Own the entire crowd, in whatever manner you perform. Never, ever let up, even for a moment. And most importantly, keep it up until you collapse.
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