The Geoff Lott Rules Live Tour Of Comedy & Talking

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Friday, February 13, 2004

ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?

To compete in anything that is subjective is a farce. Whether it's Iron Chef, Dairy Cattle, or a Comedy Competition, there's no way to properly judge anything based on perception. Or, is perception the only way to judge anything? OR, if you're not reaching 'neath your futon in hopes of finding my point, is perception proper only when judging, though it is vital we separate JUDGING and SCORING. How can you score points when it's a solo performance with no measurement? All competitive runners are timed. Discus throwers are measured. Atkins Dieteers have their Before & After & Regression & Really After photos!

I cannot say what good comedy is, I can only say what I like. It's like trying to define a person's coolness. They either got it or they don't, and what's "Cool" to you may be "Dad-hating sociopathic credit card stealing Hell-strumpet" to me, no that I've had experience with one of those ever. 'twas not "cool," I assure thee.

This is where any expression through artistic endeavors becomes a metaphor of Life. Expressions of art can be judged but should not be scored. How can a painting of an eye be better than a blank canvas, entitled "Yet Empty Everstill" which shows the artist's rendition of their heart after their girlfriend left them for a local coven of Joan Osborne fanatics? Because the guy with the eye at least TRIED, okay? Blank is blank. No apologies, regardless of your emotional bankruptcy, you still gotta produce in this world, and if you have no artisitic ability then stick to motorsports, but do NOT tell me that what I do is not good, because you haven't stared down the wire of a microphone in front of 300 people and made them laugh with one look. You haven't walked off a stage and been hugged by fraternity pledges and high-fived by 80 year-old women. Until you've been in somebody elses shoes, you have no clue as to how those shoes go with the outfit.
Sometimes the shoes aren't for the outfit.
Sometimes the shoes are for the mood.
Sometimes the shoes are to keep the feet dry and warm.
Sometimes... no shoes at all.

Let he who hath no shoes walk lightly in the glass house.
Put that on a T-shirt and E-Bay it, baby.

I'm Geoff Lott, thank you and Maude bless.

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