He’s a talented guy. That is beyond question. His humour is intelligent, insightful, and insulting. He cleverly twists phrases, makes obscure references, and pisses on the people that love him. He seems to scorn his audience for enjoying his art. This makes me angry, because I truly enjoy what he does, even when he is berating me for enjoying it, I appreciate it even more. It’s a vicious cycle. In the end, I am pissed to the point I want to hit him with a baseball bat. I can’t find the speaker of it but someone said of Charlie Chaplin, “If he weren’t suck a great dancer, I’d break his fucking legs.”
That’s kind of how it is.
But Charlie Chaplin also said, “Actors search for rejection. If they don’t get it they reject themselves.”
But God Damn You, Bo. You fucking ass clown. If you want to be a martyr, feel free to give away your fortune, perform free concerts or benefits, and live in squalor. Until then just play the fucking piano. I don’t want to be insulted. I could go to any bar and start making vulgar comments to a hot chick and get that. Tell your jokes, sing your songs. Douche Fuck.
