I’m full of meat, People-
First off, Florida, I will be at the Fort Lauderdale Improv January 4-6. It will be Mike Lawrence and me. Should be interesting. Will be funny.
I have to say that the shows in Philadelphia were great. We sold out all five and the audiences were awesome. Thanks for coming out if you did.
Now, on to the meat. I have a geographical eating disorder. If I travel to a city I insist on eating whatever regional cuisine they have to offer. Especially if it’s something I can’t really get anywhere else and it’s fundamentally bad for me. Philly is a meat town, meat sandwiches to be more specific. I have been to Philly before and had one of the best sandwiches in my life there at DiNic’s. It was Italian Pulled Pork with broccoli rabe and sharp provolone on a long roll. It was fucking spectacular. I had it two years ago and still think about it. So, needless to say, when my plane landed at 5 PM I had the driver push it as fast as possible to get me to Reading Terminal to grab a sandwich at DiNic’s before it closed at 6. I made it, but they were out of the Italian Pulled Pork. I didn’t freak out, much. I had 3 days to meat it up. During my stay I ate the sandwich at DiNics. I ate a Paesan at Pesano’s and a Roast Pork at John’s Roast Pork. My entire trip was about comedy and sandwiches. Not so bad but there are other things in Philly. Like Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell. Did I make it down there to take in the roots of America? No. I did not. None of the sandwich places were nearby and I don’t really know too much about that stuff anyway. What was I going to do? Go down there and read half a brochure and then speculate about history. I do know this: DiNic's was the best sandwich. Next time I'm in Philly it will be Cheesesteak-centric. I did not get to that this time.
I did make it over to the Philadelphia Art Museum. I did not take the Rocky picture. I went in to see Dancing around the Bride: Cage, Cunningham, Johns, Rauschenberg, and Duchamp. I had an hour before the place closed. So I ran, cramming abstraction, sounds, splatter and screens in my head. It was amazing. They were some musicians in the middle of the space playing Cage music. A guy with a computer plugged into a box of wires, a guy playing a guitar laying on the floor with a tuning fork and a guy blurting and running through an alto sax. I had a belly full of meat from South Philly and I was wandering through the work of the defining visionaries of the American avant-garde. Whatever happened down there in Independence Hall enabled what I was experiencing to happen. America. Noise is music.
On Monday enjoy the live WTF recorded at Riot LA with Andy Dick, Ron Lynch, Chris Garcia, Lance Bangs, Eddie Pepitone and Jim Earl. It was a doozy. On Thursday the Irish comic Dylan Moran hangs in the garage.
Boomer lives!
Love,
Maron
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