A Way to Go Out.

Hey, People!
 
It should all be over by the time you read this. The mourning for the 75 minutes that will be the special airing on Netflix starting March 10th will commence. It will exist in the form of the special but probably not performed as one piece ever again after last night. 
 
And what a way to go out. The last leg of the Hey, There’s More Tour was eventful and fun and pretty unhealthy, really, food-wise. Somehow, I got it into my head that I would just have a fuck it all attitude and fatten up a bit for GLOW. Sam was a little too thin last season. I didn’t mean to do that. This season he’ll be a little meatier. 
 
Delray and I had a blast eating, doing comedy and driving down I-95. We started in Portland, ME. We had a full day there so I got up early and went to a joint called Tandem and ate an amazing biscuit slathered in butter and jam with some pretty perfect light roast coffee. For lunch we were planning on going to Eventide Oyster Co. I wanted a Brown Butter Lobster Roll, whatever the fuck that was. When we got there we thought the place next door looked more amazing, The Honey Paw. It was one of the best meals we’ve had. Asian, interesting. It turns out the same people own all three restaurants in the building and they actually share a kitchen. One of the owners came out and told us this and I asked him to hook me up with a lobster roll and he did it. Beautiful. Best one I’ve had. We had dinner at Scales which was another insanely good meal. Fish Stew. 
 
The show in Portland that night was great. Nice crowd. I did a good mix of new and old stuff. 
 
On the drive from Portland to Providence we stopped at Empire Guitars where I started a relationship with a 1960 Les Paul Jr DC. I don’t own any vintage electric guitars. I have never bought a vintage electric guitar. I can now say I have. It’s an amazing instrument that just spoke to me. It’s being shipped to my house as I write this. I hope we still feel the same about each other when it moves in. 
 
The show at the Columbus Theatre in Providence was beautiful. Two hours of stuff. Some reflections about performing in Rhode Island at the start of my career and learning certain lessons. I did not get my car back. The one that was stolen in Providence in the late '80s is still gone. 
 
Ate late night Italian in Providence. It was awesome. I never eat Italian. On the East Coast though you can go into almost any Italian place and it will be at the very least pretty good. It’s where it comes from. Italians. 
 
New Haven was crazy. A fan of mine name Dean Falcone and his wife Shellye hooked us all up at Sally’s Apizza and it was so good it was stupid. He had made a doc about the pizza in New Haven which is its own thing for sure. We had plain Italian tomato, white potato, sausage and hot pepper, and clam and bacon pies. Insane and amazing. Then we went to Lucibello's and I had a sfogliatelle and honestly it was the best I ever had. 
 
Great show at the College Street theater in New Haven followed by two cheeseburgers at Louis’ Lunch. Supposedly where hamburgers were invented. Weird old vertical gas grill machines from the 1800s are used to make them. No condiments available. Just white bread, tomato and onion or straight up. Good meat. 
 
I’m sitting in a cheesy suite in a hotel on Long Island writing this. We just ate at Mamoun’s Falafel and it was amazing. The original one is next to the Comedy Cellar so I feel like a grew up eating it. So good. Doing the last of the shows tonight. Great run. 
 
Today I talk to Juliette Lewis and she is an amazing, singular talent. Loved talking to her. On Thursday I talk to Carol Kane about making movies in the '70s among other things. Great talks. 

Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

Favorite Things.

To Whom it May Concern… too formal?

Sorry. Hey, what’s up? Everything good?

I’m on a plane right now flying back from Tampa. It’s bumpy as fuck. Not great. I’ve been wondering lately when does the weather get so weird and screwed up that the winds are faster and harder than they used to be and the current places aren’t built to take it. See where my brain goes when shit gets scary? It makes it scarier. I guess it just likes to keep things exciting and harder for me to feel anything but anxious. Good times. Neural.

Well, Florida is behind me. Dean Delray and myself dropped in, did the gigs, Orlando and Tampa, then got out fast, early, 6:35 flight. It’s not that I don’t like Florida, I’d just rather not hang around too long. 
 
We stayed in a hotel that I think was literally part of the Universal Resort. I don’t even know if Orlando is a real city or some corporate mirage. All I know is there was a Whole Foods close by which is an indication that there are at least a few people around who give a shit about themselves and have a little bread. So, a corporate mirage with at least one healthy option. The rest of the food around was shit. 
 
As you all know I was apprehensive about the gigs. It was really just me spinning out about ticket sales and the idea (false) that I really don’t have a draw in Florida and that it is not my state. It’s stupid to generalize because it turns out, I do. Great crowds came out. Hard Rock Live has a great vibe. I was surprised. The floor was filled up, like 900 folks, warm crowd. Great show. Some woman stared singing loudly some chant like song that I am told is sung at soccer games. She did it like three times. Wouldn’t stop. In the middle of the show. I had to do some big room babysitting. Handled it. Drunky lady had to go. No problem. Moved on. Killed it. So did Deano. 
 
Drove the rental car to Tampa the next day. We arrived amidst some weirdness all over downtown. People in costumes wandering around in groups looking at their phones. They were dressed in strange period outfits. Hundreds of them. Wearing suspenders, trench coats, smoking pipes, bowler hats, weird. I thought maybe a sporting event of some kind with several teams apparently. Nope, it was some global, real time Clue game. Board game nerd squads all over town. 
 
After a couple mediocre meals that made me feel like shit we walked to the Straz (strazzzz) Performing Arts Center. We hung out in the room after sound check and sat in some audience seats and listened to some songs on my pre-show playlist. It’s one of my favorite things to do. It’s like listening to the biggest, loudest stereo. 
 
Sold near all 1,000 seats. Great crowd. Again, there was some weirdness. Front row, stage right, bickering couple. Very distracting. Turns out the guy was shitfaced and his wife had bought him the ticket for a Valentine’s Day present. He got up at some point and was standing and leaning on the lip of the stage. I didn’t notice it until the audience started acting weird and I saw it as it was happening. They were having a fight and I asked what was up which is when I got the Valentine’s info. It was awkward dealing with drunken marital issues while 1,000 people waited for the show to continue but I made it funny and somehow negotiated with her to walk her drunk ass man out of the room. Good show. Exciting. Then the guy sitting next to them asked me, again in front of 1,000 people, if his daughter could move down from the balcony and sit with him and his wife. Not that the seats were officially empty, but I got her down there. He wrote me today to tell me it was the last night the family would be together before the daughter went away to school and she was last of four kids to leave. Touching. Weird how things work out. Glad to help. 
 
All around good times and bad food in the Sunshine State. We ran into Christina Pazsitzky at the airport in Tampa. Always fun to see fellow comedy travelers out there on the road. Love her. She was at the Improv. 
 
Today on the show I talk to Ronan Farrow about growing up in what he grew up in and his journalism. On Thursday I talk to Adam Pally about TV, movies, Jew stuff and the funny. Great talks. 

Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

I Went.

Heads up, People.
 
I don’t know who won. I’m writing this the day before the Oscars and the day before I attend the Vanity Fair party after the Oscars. I was invited last year and didn’t go. I couldn’t wrap my brain around going if I didn’t actually attend the Oscars. I still kind of feel that way but I’m going this year. I am not attending the Oscars. 
 
I almost didn’t go this year either. It’s actually still touch and go as I write this. I just don’t know how you don’t feel like a weird hanger-on, starfucker person if you aren’t part of the event. That’s how my brain sees it and me at this moment. Another way to look at is it would be fun to get dressed up and wander around saying hi to famous people I kind of know but not really. I still see myself as an outsider for some reason. A marginal character in the business. Even it Brad Pitt is a fan. 
 
I went to the Indie Spirit Awards last night with Lynn Shelton because our film, Sword of Trust, was nominated for Best Editing. I had a reason to be there. I have to say that Aubrey Plaza did a fantastic job hosting the thing. I had no idea she was a song and dance person. It was like a traditional awards show with a bit of bite to it, a little edge. You know, because it’s Indie, man. 
 
I did talk to a few people. I was excited to see the Safdie Brothers and chat with them for a few. Maybe they’ll come on the show at some point. I was also able to talk to Sandler for a few minutes. He won Best Actor and gave a fairly hilarious, touching acceptance speech. I was happy for him and that’s not always the case. People love that guy. 
 
I congratulated Greta Gerwig for making the best movie of the year, Little Women. Then I told her husband, Noah Baumbach, who was standing next to her, that his movie was good, too. Nicolas Cage presented him with the Robert Altman Award for Marriage Story and Noah gave a very touching speech about making movies. He also won the screenplay award where he gave an honest talk about the pain of writing.
 
I have to say it was bizarre seeing Nicolas Cage there. I love the guy. He’s a great actor. He seems to have gotten away from us over the last decade or so. It’s sad to me. He seemed so lost and oddly out of place at an event where he should be the opposite. People’s desires and impulses and mental disposition can really mangle them. He looked like he wanted to be saved and returned to who he used to be, literally looked like he wanted out of his body. I’m sure I’m projecting. But I felt bad for him. I didn’t know if he was in on the joke or if he was making a joke or if he is a joke. I just felt profound sadness. 
 
Just a quick check-in on the American Authoritarianism front… it's happening. Full on. 
 
Today I talk to Ben Schwartz about his Ben Scwartzness. On Thursday stuntman Brett Smrz talks to me about stunt driving and the family business. His dad is a stunt guy, too, as was his uncle, who died doing it. 

Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

A Very Passionate Service.

Games, People.

I am currently not watching the Super Bowl and it is on. I am not saying that for any other reason than it is true. No judgement. I just get bored. I did watch the halftime thing and it seemed like a lot of dancers were employed. Good for them. The singing ladies put on a good show.

I’m back home for a bit.

I did my last day of shooting for Respect, the Aretha Franklin bio pic with Jennifer Hudson. Doing this movie was a great experience. I liked the time travel element of it. I liked living in a character based on a real person in the ‘60s and ‘70s. I liked working on the film. The people working on the film were great and I grew to really respect the director, Liesl Tommy.

When you are involved in a project you never really know how someone is going to work and you spend the first couple days feeling it out and passing judgement. Then it settles in. She shot the shit out stuff but it wasn’t for any reason other than her desire to get it perfect and I can respect that. Total competence and vision. I could feel it. It felt good to work in that environment. Even when I didn’t have much to do I was happy to do it… over and over. That’s a first.

I went from Atlanta to Cleveland and met Dean Delray. We ate at The Greenhouse Tavern with the chef, Jonathan Sawyer. I talked vinegar with him. That’s not a saying, we actually talked about vinegar.

Then we headed out to the Agora Theatre for the first show of our three day run. Great theatre, great show. It took me two days to recover from the dinner. Man, I stuffed myself.

The next day we drove the rental Jeep Compass from Cleveland to Grand Rapids to do a show at The Fountain Street Church. I was initially concerned about the turn out but we had more than one thousand people in this amazing space that has a long history of presenting compelling speakers and musicians. We had a fine congregation and it was a very passionate service. Thanks for coming out and witnessing (and laughing).

The next day we set out for Milwaukee. I have to tell you, I like Milwaukee. It has a deep warm vibe for a cold place. What’s left there of its history seems sweet and not sad. The Turner Hall Ballroom where we played is one of the best venues I’ve played in. Great old space, good ghosts, great live people. Wish I could’ve spent more time there just to see if my intuition was real. I like the place.

Today on the show I talk to Ashton Kutcher. Everyone who has talked to me about him told me he was a great guy. Turns out he is, although he said he’d introduce me to some people who think he’s an asshole. On Thursday, I talk to comedian and writer Dan Levy about comedy stuff, parents and the new show he created, Indebted. These are both great talks.

I’m also on Rick Glassman’s podcast that drops today, Take Your Shoes Off.
Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

Credit.

Hey, Friends.
 
How’s it going? I’m okay. A little brittle minded, dry. Could use a meeting. That would probably help out. I’m a little snappy.
 
The rapidly menacing momentum of the slide into actual bona fide authoritarianism here in America is hard to manage on a day to day basis. Feeling helpless in the face of it is awful. I guess that’s what happens in countries where this happens. The brain exhausts, fear takes over and people learn how to rationalize what is happening if they aren’t immediately threatened. Here, I think most people don’t know what the word means or implies and/or how it could possibly affect them. That’s terrifying. It might take a generation for people here to know it happened and that their freedom is totally limited and that many people they know have disappeared either literally or emotionally. Good times.
 
I want to give credit where credit is due and this is for a company that actually gave me credit—like refund credit. I know. I’ll explain. I have two cats on a kidney health diet now and I finally got them eating the same food. I had two cases of the food they won’t eat leftover so I called Chewy.com, which is where I buy my food and litter, to see if I could exchange it for the food they do eat. They said they don’t exchange food but they would give me the refund credit and I should donate the food to a shelter. That is just beautiful. What an amazing thing to suggest and do as a company. I felt bad for even asking for the refund. I'm going to donate a lot of stuff. I get a lot of pet related stuff sent to me that I just don’t use. I’m packing it all up and bringing it to a shelter type place when I figure out which one. I’ll probably take it over to Santé D’Or in Los Feliz if they’ll take it. 
 
I talk to Terry Crews a few weeks ago about his life and his odd path to a career in show business. You'll hear that today. On Thursday I talk to my comedian friend, Cash Cab’s Ben Bailey about all the stuff. Including aquariums. A lot of aquarium talk. Great talks.

Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

Back.

Back at home, friends
 
I shot almost the last bit of what’s required of me for the film Respect. I have one more day of shooting in a couple of weeks and that will be it. 
 
I really hope it comes together well. I have no sense of how a film will come together but one thing I know for sure about this one is there will be PLENTY of footage to choose from to assemble it. Liesl Tommy, the director, shoots the shit out of stuff. She’s chasing that perfect look, feel, sound, performance, movement, framing, etc. 
 
She’s good. 
 
I feel like I was too sedentary while I was away. I was for sure. I was trying not to exercise for a week or so to give my back a rest. So, I didn’t. At all. Now, I feel like shit. Blobby. Thick. Itching for something bad. 
 
That’s what I noticed the most. The itch. I haven’t exercised and I really want some nicotine. I think the routine I’ve been in keeps my dopamine levels correct. Now, no exercise, I just want some bad shit. I’ve been off the nic for almost five months. I think my organs, including my brain have leveled off and are operating at their correct frequencies. Cruising along. Granted I still do the caffeine, which isn’t nothing, but not nicotine or sugar. Yeah, too much sugar lately. Have to pull back. 
 
Bottom line is my back is still fucked. I am going to a chiropractor for the first time in my life. I was brought up to believe they weren’t real doctors and they were quacks and didn’t have what it took to get an MD. That’s what you learn growing up with a father who is a doctor. That, and getting a car for your 15th birthday is normal thing.
 
I need help. I’ll go to the bone cracker and then I’ll go to a real doctor and I’ll see what they say. DEATH BEFORE SURGERY is my attitude facing this situation. We’ll see. 
 
As some of you know I taped an episode of Finding Your Roots a while back. Well, its time has come. It will be on tomorrow night. Tuesday, 1/21 at 8pm on PBS. I know that’s what time it will be on here. Probably the same where you are. It’s me, Jeff Goldblum and Terry Gross. The episode is called 3 Jews. Kidding. Kinda. It’s called ‘Beyond the Pale.’ I’m excited to see what they rendered out of my 3-hour chat with Mr. Gates.
 
Today I talk to the amazing Brian Cox about his role as Logan Roy on HBO’s Succession. I also talk to him a bit about some of his other million credits. He's been at it a long time. On Thursday I talk to Josh Klinghoffer. I booked him before he got fired from the Red Hot Chili Peppers. So, we get to talk about that and guitar talk in general. Great talks!

Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

The Survival of Film.

Hello, Friends!
 
En route to Atlanta, again. It’s good. I like the place. I have another week and change on the Aretha Franklin biopic ‘Respect.’ It’s actually been fun. Focused. Working with great people. 
 
I’ve been thinking about film lately in a way I haven’t in a while. At least not as specifically. As art, with a context. 
 
I’m not a film nerd. I’m not a film academic. I’m not an intellectual. I know some things that get me by and enable me to appreciate film in a deep way with some historical context and some understanding of the medium and the art of it. I studied film in college, film criticism. I paid attention for a bit of it. I watched movies. I read some of the books, mostly. Over the years I’ve been able to expand my appreciation and understanding of art and film in a general way. I don’t seek out the art as much as I should or think I should. 
 
A guy I kind of know, a fan of the podcast, a musician and film archivist, Peter Conheim, reached out to me about a program he was involved with. It’s a series at the UCLA Film and Television Archive called American Neorealism Part One: 1948-84. Peter has been reaching out to me for years with stuff. I’ve tried to wrap my brain around his band Negativeland and all the other stuff he does but it’s been hard. This seemed doable. Go to a movie at The Hammer Museum.
 
Peter had restored the film Spring Night, Summer Night by the director J.L. Anderson. I knew nothing about it. It has been called a lost masterpiece and this was the first time it was screened in the form the director wanted it to be in, maybe ever. It was made in ’67 and is basically an independent film with a convoluted history including being recut and released with lurid content to make it appealing at B-movie drive-ins. The process of getting it to this screening took 14 years. 
 
I went to the screening which was well attended. The mission of the Archive is to save old films and television programs from disappearing forever. It is a life’s work for some people. Saving films and integrating them into the intellectual history of film and presenting them, making them available. Noble stuff. 
 
The entire series is about establishing American Neorealism. I know a bit about Italian Neorealism, Rome Open City and The Bicycle Thief. I saw the movies. I did some of the reading. It was just the passion of the people involved in presenting and salvaging and celebrating the movie that I respected. It’s necessary for the survival of film as art but also for educating and inspiring appreciation which I sometimes forget. 
 
It’s a dark, beautiful film. Obviously done on a tight budget with unknown and some non-actors. It had a rawness and energy to it that comes off the screen. It was a rare experience and I dug it. It rejiggered my intellectual appreciation of non-mainstream films from another time. It triggered all the buzz words from my limited art crit education: montage, mise en scène, new wave, etc. 
 
I’m glad I went. 
 
It also coincided with me screening Nashville by Robert Altman in preparation to talk to Lily Tomlin, my guest today. What an astounding movie. As are most of his films. Lily is an amazing woman. It was a real honor chatting with her. Thursday, I talk to Randall Park about his journey to acting and writing success. Great guy. Solid. Great talks. 

Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

Anxiety Levels.

Now we’re in it, Folks!
 
The new year. The shit. Chaos. 
 
How’s your vessel holding up? The last few weeks have been weird. It’s always an odd time. The entire time between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. Vacations on and off. When it’s time to reengage with real life, today, I barely know what day it is.
 
We’ve been through the ceremony, starting fresh. We enter doughy, lethargic, full of decadent food choice regrets, laziness. Then, jarred into the life patterns by mundane responsibility. It will take a week to wake the fuck up and arrive at the status quo of your particular situation. 
 
Seeing the sweaty new leaf newbies on the hill I hike. Panting, looking up with dread. Maybe it will stick. 
 
Fear is awake. It only took a matter of days for the monster to level the new year into a perpetual anticipation of active war. Authoritarian trick. Keep everyone freaked out. Create a culture of media induced PTSD. No comfort anywhere. The narcissistic self-serving morally corrupt monster president killed a mass murdering militaristic state sponsored terrorist evil genius. Problems remain. He’s still president. 
 
I’m okay. The anxiety levels have been high. Having a hard time breathing somedays. Just dread and trying to adjust to being comfortable and terrified simultaneously. That shouldn’t be a problem, right? Wrong. The more relaxed I get on some deeper level the more frightening things become. That’s what you get for letting go a bit. The doubt demons rush in. A virus that infects the ego. Compartmentalizing is a challenge. 
 
Enough poetry. This year I started off running. One day last week I did three interviews. One of them being the one that you can hear today with Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio. It was a little nerve-racking for me. They couldn’t come to the house. I had to go off site. I met them at the Arclight Theater in Hollywood in the greenroom. I’ve been a little gun shy with the traveling rig after the equipment problem with the Turturro trip. I was vigilant and obsessed and I still got a little crazy. Fortunately, Pitt is a fan of my crazy. It worked out. Talking to two people is always tricky. Talking to two of the most innately charismatic movie stars of our age is even more so. Doing it while being mildly obsessed and panicked by recording equipment really makes it an electric event. My Everest. Dig it. It was a lot of fun. 
 
On Thursday I have an absolutely lovely chat with the actor Joe Mantegna. Sweet guy. Great talks. 

Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

Hardwired.

Happy New Year (almost), Folks!
 
I’m assuming we’ll make it. 
 
Please be careful on the NYE. Don’t die in a stupid way. I don’t even go out there. I never really liked doing standup on that night. Eventually I just stopped going out at all. I used to go to NYE parities but only for a little while early in the evening. I just have this terrible fear of being t-boned by a drunk, texting teenager in between parties scrambling to get somewhere in time for the countdown. 
 
I know. It’s a very specific fear but I think a rational one. 
 
So, I did something the other night that I never thought I would do. Yup. You guessed it. I went to see Dead and Company. I’m not a huge Dead head but I have love for them. I saw them when I was a freshman in High School on the Terrapin tour but I had no idea what they did or why. I got the tickets for free. Later, in college I did what was necessary. I tripped, saw them a few times and lived with Dead Head roommates for a couple of years. So, the Dead is hardwired into me. I like them. I like the music. I just never thought I would want to see what’s left of them with John Mayer. 
 
My brother wanted to bring his step daughter out to see them in LA. I wasn’t going to with them but I was going to try to get them some tickets. Then I decided, ‘fuck it. I’ll go.’ Me and Lynn and my bro and his kid went to see them and I had a blast. It was great to hear the songs again. Bob sounded great. Mickey and Bill were on it. John was fine. He had the Jerry tone and flourishes down and made them his own. It sounded good.  
 
I couldn’t help feeling the absence though. To see Bob there like an old captain of a ghost ship. He was all in. He was present. He was singing the shit out of those songs but it felt like a living eulogy for a different time and Jerry. Again, it wasn’t a downer, it just felt a little haunted. When they played He’s Gone it felt really deep. Then, Morning Dew just crushed me. And then, One More Saturday Night and I was doing the hippie jig again. 
 
I’m glad I bore witness. 
 
Today I talk to Shauna Duggins, the Emmy-winning stunt coordinator of GLOW, about being a stunt person.  On Thursday I talk to Scott Caan about growing up in Hollywood, his dad and leveling off as a person. Great talks! 

Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

A Chorus.

Back for a minute, Folks.
 
Home for the holidays with no real plans and no family around. Perfect. It’s a little quiet but it’s a good time to reflect and get grounded and hopefully not sink into a self-hole with a maudlin pond at the bottom. 
 
Please be careful, People. Have a good holiday and new year. Don’t die in a stupid way. Be nice to people. Don’t engage in emotional or physical violence. Be of service. Do the empathy thing. 
 
I don’t really get all worked up about the whole Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays issue. If someone says ‘Merry Christmas’ to me I smile and look at them and shout, ‘I AM A FUCKING JEW YOU INSENSITVE FUCK!’ Which is really the politest way to handle that situation. If you were wondering. 
 
I did some serious on-set time in Atlanta on the Aretha Franklin bio pic ‘Respect.’ A few 12-hour-plus days but it got fun. Now I’m home through the new year and then back for a few more scenes. 
 
I’m glad to be home. It feels like I haven’t really spent much time here lately. The last time I was here was only for a week or so and then I had to put LaFonda down and leave two days later. Maybe that helped my grief a bit but I was little concerned about how Monkey was handling it. For some reason I didn’t think it would affect Buster that much because he just liked to beat up on the old lady. Buster is a little fucker. 
 
I don’t really have the holiday spirit but I like the pace of the peace that comes over the towns when everything stops moving for a few days. 
 
I did have a moving experience on the set of the movie. The last meal at catering in the dining hall was sort of a Christmas party. A few local singers were brought in to sing Christmas carols. It’s rare that a star of a movie hangs with the crew for a meal but this crew had been working together for a while and it was a special meal and Jennifer Hudson came in to hang with everyone. I don’t really know her or her work but I know she is a great singer. Of course, the people singing wanted her to come up and sing but she wasn’t into it. 
 
Then I watched her watch them and she seemed to be pulled in by the music. It was like she couldn’t help herself as she moved in to join the women in a chorus of a song I didn’t know. A Christmas song. Her voice was somehow transcendent but I guess most people know that. To hear it in that situation, that close up really got me all choked up and connected to humanity. I guess that’s what it’s all about. 
 
Today I talk to an old pal of mine from Boston, Jimmy Tingle, about life, politics and sobriety. On Thursday I talk to another inspired singer, Brittany Howard, about her journey to greatness. Great talks for the holidays! 

Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

La Fonda.

Sad days, People.

I’m okay, just sad. Grief. Real grief. It’s appropriate and not all consuming but it’s still hard. It’s over the loss of my friend, my cat, LaFonda.

The day came.

I don’t know how much most of you know about that cat and where she came from but she and her siblings were essential to me finding my voice on radio and subsequently podcasting. I trapped a litter of totally feral kittens who were eating out of dumpsters behind my apartment in Astoria, Queens back around August 2004. The chaos that ensued was so all consuming that I couldn’t help but talk about it on the radio every day for weeks. I was at Air America at the time. I theoretically was supposed to be talking about politics but with the support of the production crew (which included Brendan McDonald) I was encouraged to talk about my ‘life’ and by doing that my life on the mic in that medium evolved. It was the immediacy of caring for those cats that enabled my voice.

Monkey and LaFonda moved back to LA with me and they have been through lots of experiences and people since then. They were both indoor/outdoor cats for quite a while and survived. So, they had their own adventures outside with life, inside with me. As they got older I got more afraid of them being eaten or run over and they came in for a good many years ago now.

As many of you know when I got back from Ireland it was clear that LaFonda had become severely ill. She had lost a lot of weight and was diminishing before my eyes. I brought her into the vet and he told me she had a bladder infection which we treated and that her kidneys we’re shot, almost gone, but it wasn’t time to put her down. He said when she starts puking or having diarrhea all the time, then it’s done. He recommended subcutaneous fluids a few times a week. So, I was focused on keeping her alive. Trying to get her to level off. He said I may get another year out of her. I suspect she had kidney problems for a long time so I was hopeful.

It wasn’t really working. She was conscious but very weak. I took to puréeing her food with water and setting it in front of her whenever I could. I gave her the IV fluids a few times a week for a couple of weeks. Her energy was going. I was trying to just accept that this was her in old age and it was fine. It wasn’t. I started to realize I would have to put her down at some point, possibly soon. I had never done that. Even though I’ve had many cats, I’ve never had to put one of my own down. They’ve died when I was away (Butch), disappeared (Boomer), got eaten (Deaf Black Cat) or run over (Scaredy Cat).

I knew I had to go away on Friday and I felt that LaFonda was deteriorating quickly but I was still trying to just nurse her. I didn’t know when or how to make the decision. I wanted to have her put down at home. The most helpful thing someone said was, ‘she will tell you.’ I didn’t know what that meant until I did.

Tuesday, she didn’t really eat and what she did, she threw up. She was howling on and off and seemed disoriented and wobbly. She started to act strange like trying to climb in the toilet and shitting in the shower. On Wednesday she didn’t eat at all and howled all day and was very agitated and strange. She was telling me. It was time.

On Thursday I took her to the vet kind of knowing that I would not leave with her but still in a bit of denial thinking it may be just another bladder infection.

The vet weighed her—5 lbs. Tiny. Listless but awake. He said her eyes were sunken and her gums white and she was anemic. He said her kidneys have most likely stopped working. He said it was time. I believed him. I spent time with her in the room. I talked to her. I gave her love. Lynn came and gave me and the cat love. I held LaFonda through the procedure and reassured her that things were okay. I didn’t know if I would cry but, man, I did. She went lifeless while I was holding her. It was a terrible but beautiful event. It felt right but devastating. I will get her ashes next week. I will remember her always.

I was the crying man leaving the vet’s office with an empty carrier.

LaFonda lives! Forever now.

Today I talk to Jay Roach about his films including his new one ‘Bombshell.’ On Thursday I talk to Alex Gibney about his documentary work including his new one ‘Citizen K.’ Great talks.

Enjoy!

Love,

Maron

Feeling Rusty.

Hey, People!

Sorry. Does the exclamation point make me seem more chipper and excited than I want? I feel ok. I’m a little overwhelmed and I think my body is responding to it. Which isn’t great.

The LaFonda’s last days saga continues. It’s odd when you have a sick cat. There’s some part of your own fear and denial and projection that takes a toll. I’m just caught in this loop of constantly checking in with the cat. I’m hyperaware.

The truth is a few days ago she was under the bed and I looked at her and really felt like she was communicating that she was done. That she had had enough and was ready to go whenever I was willing to let her go. I think that is partially true but the facts are she is still up around, receiving and giving love, eating, drinking and hanging out a bit.

I have to accept that this is a cat in her very old age. Yes, she is sick and dying but she is also very much alive and just not the same cat I’ve known. I just have to take care of her and accept how she is now without assuming that every day is the worst and last and I have to help her die. Currently she is spending about a quarter of the day under the bed, a quarter on the bed and half hanging with her brother and me on the couch. I have taken to putting two cans of the kidney food in the Vitamix with some water and liquefying it. She seems to eat a lot more that way and also get some fluids. I’m also trying to do the subcutaneouns fluids three times a week.

When her time out in the world is less than her time under the bed I will reassess but right now it’s sort of a warm, sweet hospice situation over here.

I didn’t realize I hadn’t done standup in over a month until I went on the other night. It had just gotten away from me. In my defense, I was traveling for most of it. I can’t remember the last time, if ever, that I hadn’t done a set in that long. I went to The Comedy Store on Friday and it was kind of a rough re-entry. Having been hammering away for over a year to get the set I did for my special taping, I guess I needed the break. Being rusty feels shitty because you just have to take the hit, ride it out and wait. I did three sets on Saturday and I was back in the groove. I found the funny again. It’s odd that when you aren’t in the groove and you feel what that feels like, part of you thinks it will never come back. Which makes it very exciting when it does. So, Saturday was fun.

Today on the show I talk to Cedric the Entertainer and it was fun. He gave me a window into the St. Louis area comedy scene and when the business of black comedy really took off. On Thursday I talk to Paul Walter Hauser about being Richard Jewell, loving Jesus and his path in the biz. Good talks!

Enjoy!

Boomer lives!

Love,

Maron

Butter, Cream & Eggs.

We did it, People!

I assume you all made it through another Thanksgiving.

I did. It was actually the best one. There was some of the same problems but, I don’t know, everyone is getting older and I believe compassion can replace just sucking it up. I think. I’m not sure I entirely pulled that off but I think I got it the day I was leaving. I actually hadn’t really thought about it but on Friday I talked to an old buddy of mine from the secret society and he said it was something he was trying to do with some success. Fleeting, but some. I realized on the last day that we’re just not going to be around forever. Obviously I know that but to act in relation to that in a positive way was probably the correct approach. As opposed to hanging onto resentments that guarantee the repetition of patterns of behavior. Fuck it. Let it go. It’s hard but I think possible. Some shit fades naturally. Be happy for it. Don’t try to reconnect old wires.

Everyone got along at my mom’s house. It was genuinely nice.

I did something I don’t ever do on Thanksgiving. I don’t do it on principle. That is compromise the food for health reasons. Like, if the food requires butter, milk, cream, bread, whatever… use it. It’s one day. It’s not the day to try out ‘healthy’ alternatives for a one-day-a-year meal. I don’t do that. This year though, I made some things differently because there were some vegan people there and I thought it would be nice to change things up. I made the mashed potatoes with olive oil and garlic. I made roasted brussels sprouts and green beans with olive oil. I made squash with garam masala and coconut oil. The stuffing was loaded though—butter, cream, eggs, bread, nuts, the works. I cooked it outside of the bird. The turkey was straight up. Nothing inside but salt and pepper. No basting. It came out perfect. The potatoes were almost all gone. People liked them better than with the butter and cream. So, I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t feel that shitty about eating it all. Maybe the three pies, but that’s it.

I’ve got some sad news. I told you about my cat LaFonda having kidney problems before I left. I thought I could help and nurse her with food and subcutaneous fluids but she doesn’t seem to be bouncing back at all. When I got back she was weak and thin and slow. She’s still eating and drinking and trying to be part of it all but she’s exhausting herself. I just think it may be time, soon. So sad. I’ve had her for 15 years. Longest relationship of my life. Her brother Monkey is doing better but she’s just fading. It's hard.

Today on the show I talk to comedian Jessica Kirson. She's very funny, very Jewish, and we did that thing. On Thursday I talk to rock photographer Ethan Russell about the Beatles, Stones, The Who, and more. He was at the Altamont Free Concert and Friday is the 50th anniversary. So, there will be some of that. Great talks!

Enjoy!

Boomer lives!

Love,

Maron

I'm Back.

We made it back from Europe.

Here’s some highlights that I haven’t told you about:

Even with all my wining about my discomfort with not being able to communicate because of language problems and thinking that the movie, Sword of Trust, didn’t connect as well as it could have at The Gijon International Film Festival, somehow I won the Best Actor award and the film won Best Script. That’s not nothing even though my brain wants to think it is. There were a lot of films up for consideration. Here I was all worried that the comedy wasn’t working and they were there for the serious undertones of the whole thing. I am honored.

Speaking of acting, I did a lot of reading about and listening to Jerry Wexler, who I am playing in the upcoming Aretha Franklin biopic Respect. The best part about doing all the reading was learning so much about music. There was a lot of his life that coincided with so much about jazz, R&B, rock, the whole thing. I learned about a bunch of artists I knew very little about. I learned about the evolution of the record business. I learned about NYC in '20s and '30s. Great research on so many levels. Now, I just have to nail that old timey NYC Jewish accent and we’ll be all set.

On our way back from Gijon we stopped in Madrid for literally less than 24 hours and we got there and just bolted to The Prado. I’d always wanted to see that museum. They’ve got some serious masterpieces there. Hieronymus Bosch stuff that was so mind blowing up close and I don’t think I ever realized what a thief Dali was. It’s all Bosch, man. We saw a lot of stuff but the highlight for me was Goya’s Black Paintings. Never really knew anything about them. Had seen a couple in books but never associated them with a bunch of others or a series of themes of darkness. It was as mind-blowing as the Rothko room with the Four Seasons painting at The Tate. Heavy and beautiful.

I am happy to be home but sadly when I got here one of my other cats was very ill. Monkey is bouncing back from the hyperthyroid. I got the dosage correct for his medicine and he’s doing well. Now, LaFonda is sick. They’re old. She had a UTI when I got home. I took her to the vet to find that her kidneys are crapping out. They aren’t ‘time to put her down’ bad but they aren’t good. I’m going to try to give her subcutaneous fluids a couple times of week. Hope she has a little bit of life left in her. It’s hard when the pets get old.

Today on the show I talk to Mike Sweeney. I knew Mike as a comic back in NYC in the 80s. He was the head writer of Conan for many years and still wears many hats in the Conan empire. I thought I kind of knew him but I did not, at all. Wild life story. One of the weirdest ones in the history of the show. On Thursday I talk to an old recovery friend of mine, Keith Wager. We talk about his arc from jail to the wardrobe dept and his podcast It’s All Bad. Great talks.

Hope your Thanksgiving turns out ok.

Enjoy!

Boomer lives!

Love,

Maron

Rocks.

Hey, People!

Ireland is fecking amazing.

It’s strange when you are on a trip. I feel like so much has happened since I’ve last written. Like I’ve had an entire life here in a week. I guess the last time I wrote I had just landed in Dublin and we were there one night.

The next day we drove up through Northern Ireland into County Donegal. We rented a house up there for a few days and used that as our base. The weather was crazy. Squals and insane winds and then moments later—nothing. Stillness. Chill.

Our first day out we went to Giant's Causeway. I feel like I’ve been seeing pictures of those rocks all of my life and I always wanted to go there. It was not disappointing. Strange and beautiful octagonal natural rock formations that step down into the water and a wall of octagonal pillars of rock. We got pelted by insane winds and rain just as we made it back to the car. Good timing.

Also, it turns out I’ve literally been seeing those rocks almost all of my life because they are the rocks on the cover of Led Zeppelin’s ‘Houses of the Holy.’

The next day we drove to Slieve Liag. CRAGGY CLIIFFS. Fucking unbelievable. We were told by many people that they were more stunning than the Cliffs of Moher. I don’t know, we didn’t go there, but they were very awe-inspiring which is more impressive than just awesome. And sheep.

We drove a 100 mile loop called the Inishowen 100 through Malin Head, the Mamore Gap, and we cut out to see Grianan of Aileach, which is a circular ruin that sits atop a small mountain with an insane panoramic view of the world and sheep.

I bought a tweed vest in Donegal. Sheep.

We drove through many towns, ate black bread, fish, potatoes, cabbage, lamb, scones, blood pudding, eggs, and cooked for ourselves too. We made our way to our second rented house in Westport and from there went to Galway for the day, walked around the Connemara National Park, saw the Killary Fjord and sheep.

I made bog-mined peat fuel fires in a solid fuel stove that burned for hours.

I feel deeply for this land for some reason. It feels so connected, so raw and authentic to me. Like the entire island is a damp, living organism, a mound of rocks and entangled roots, that carries the eons of living history and darkness in every brick of bog-mined peat fuel that I turned into heat and smoke drifting up. The people here are hard and beautiful.

You can see some of my Ireland pics on IG @marcmaron.

Today we go to Spain for the Gijon Film Festival. Spain. That should be nice.

Today on the show I have a talk with Nathan Lane that was a long time coming. It was great. He needs to know it was great. On Thursday I talk to comedian Louis Katz. He’s been around for a while. He opened for me years ago and I always meant to talk to him but it just got away from me until now. Great talks.

Enjoy!

Boomer lives!

Love,

Maron

Go For the Ice Cream.

Hey, People!

Back in Ireland.

I seem to like it here. I feel like I’ve been here a lot lately. Usually for work/vacation. This is the first time I’ve come here just for time off. I’ve never really travelled around much. This trip we’re going up to the northeastern part of the country. We’re going to see the craggy cliffs and rocks in the rain and grayness. Maybe there will be sun but we aren’t anticipating that. We knew what we were getting into.

I like it gray and rainy and green. I always have. But now more than ever after living in LA for so long where most times you feel like you’re living in a landscape of kindling. Just dry and arid.

Lush is nice.

I seem to be over the tropical vacation for now.

I’ve been here a couple of days and I really thought I would ease into the Irish eating, but no. I’m already sconed and heavily soda breaded. Not to mention egged and baconed up. It started on the plane.

We took an overnight flight here and I generally don’t sleep on planes. So, once it was lights out I was just sitting there obsessing on the fact that I got new lenses in my glasses the day before I l left and they didn’t feel quite right. Like shit was a little blurry. So, I decided to fester on the fact that my entire trip may be ruined by my inability to see properly and there would be nothing I could do about it. There are no lens places that can knock out a pair of progressives overnight. So, I was mad and sitting in the dark on the plane and there were two dessert options. Cheese Plate and Ice Cream. I wanted to eat my anger a bit so I went with the cheese. I don’t eat much cheese. I knew I didn’t want to get the ice cream. I ate it all quickly and intensely. Wasn’t great. Then, I told the flight attendant to bring me the ice cream. Fuck it. I ate that the same way. Better.

Then I reclined and drifted into a slight sugar coma sleep only to be woken up by massive turbulence. Bad. As I laid there I thought about whether or not I wanted to die reclining or in an upright position. I also had a moment where I felt genuinely happy I had eaten the ice cream, which is rare. I thought as we were spiraling into the ocean to our deaths I could at least be thinking, ‘I’m glad I decided to go for the ice cream.’ As opposed to, ‘why the fuck didn’t I eat that shitty ice cream?’ So, that was good.

I bought a tweed cap.

In other news, my father apparently listened to an episode of the podcast for the first time. He had seen the new Edward Norton movie ‘Motherless Brooklyn’ and liked it. I told him I talked to Edward and it was good. I sent him a link with instructions how to listen and he did it! He said it was great how we talked. I told him there’s over one thousand other talks he could listen to the same way, even a president. He laughed.

Today on the show I talk to Tony Hale about his hilarious acting and non-hilarious acting and faith. On Thursday I talk to Lili Taylor about her career and birds. Great talks!

Enjoy!

Boomer lives!

Love,

Maron

Felt Good After.

I think I got It, People!

I’d like to thank everyone who came out to the REDCAT last Weds for my special tapings. We did it. It wasn’t looking great for me after that first show but we got it with the second show.

I’m not saying the first show was bad. It wasn’t. It was an enjoyable show for people to have watched. There was something about the energy that wasn’t good for me. I knew exactly what it was. Polite and low key. No matter what I did. I couldn’t get them over the hump. I think it had something to do with the venue.

The Redcat is a medium-sized, black box theater. Which means, no proscenium. Just a big space that you can build whatever you want in. We had a beautiful set design and the shots are going to look great. We had all the room we needed to move the cameras how we wanted. I definitely understood why we chose to shoot there technically but I think there is a reason why more comedy specials aren’t shot in theaters like that.

An old vaudeville house or theatrical venue from the early 1900s has its own personality. Many are beautiful but you don’t think about it much once the show gets started. They are old theaters built to have things happening on stage. Their personalities aren’t intrusive once the lights go down.

The black box variety of theaters are sparse. No personality. The expectations are different. I think the black box is where people expect to see experimental theater, modern weirdness, the raw stuff. They’re built for that. I think there is an intensity to those type of sparse spaces that creates a floating, almost insecure place for the audience. All these are fine attributes but I’m not sure that the weighty expectations of the space itself are great for a straight up comedy show. I was thinking about this days before we shot the special. I noticed it when I stood on the stage during the tech day.

So, the first show was at 7pm on a Wednesday. They were a good enough audience but I’m not sure they were focused or comfortable because I could feel them enjoying it but I needed more laughter. And yes, I will blame the time and the space. It was fine. Good even.

In between shows I knew the onus was on me. How do I adjust my approach to stay open and get everyone into a groove? Well, I could hear when Luke Schwartz was opening for me that they were just more focused and juiced. I went out there and just blew it open. It was a great show. I made room for some looseness and some riffing and it was solid. Good laughs, good pace. I felt good after.

It was scary though. Heading into a second show knowing that was the only chance I would have to get the special I wanted. The first show was good, usable. But I would know when watching it that it didn’t click the way I wanted it to.

It’s all done now and it's almost like it didn’t happen. I’ll see an edit this week. I’m considering doing the set in a few cities I didn’t hit on the tour before the special comes out. We’ll see.

Today I talk to John Goodman. Sweet guy. Heavy heart. Love him. On Thursday my GLOW costar Kate Nash talks to me about pop stardom and the rise and fall or her star. Great talks.

Enjoy!

Boomer lives!

Love,

Maron

The Bay.

Hey, People!

You good? Scary here. I guess it’s kind of scary most places these days. It's fire scary here. Windy and fiery.

I drove up to San Francisco on Friday. I just felt like driving. In my mind I thought it would be meditative, helpful. I thought I would listen to some of my old sets just to make sure I was on top of what I wanted to be doing as I get ready for my special taping on Wednesday. I thought maybe I would take the coastal route, leisurely. Well, I didn’t do any of that. I drove straight up the stinky, boring 5 and listened to the Carter Family and Jimmie Rodgers the entire way. The meditative thing happened though, for sure. I still think it was a good idea. San Francisco is one of the great cities to drive into. Very dramatic. Bridges, water, hills, big buidlings.

It was really nice to spend a couple of days up in the Bay Area. I have a history there. Not a terrible one but not a particularly great one either. I was kind of lost up there I think. I moved out there on a desperate whim. I had hit a wall in NYC in like ’92. I was using drugs and I couldn’t really get on stage enough in the city. I decided to follow an ex-girlfriend out to SF. She didn’t know I was coming. I drove straight through from NYC to SF in 3 days. The last stretch was 22 hours straight. I showed up on her doorstep, burnt out and begged her to take me back. She eventually did and I started trying to do comedy there. I crashed with her until we got our own place in the Mission. It was a difficult time. Floundering comedy career, new city, slight drug issue. I got into the SF comedy competition in ’92 and placed like 13th. It was enough to get me working around the city.


Then I got a job in NYC hosting the last version of Short Attention Span Theater. I commuted from SF to NYC every other week because my girlfriend wasn’t ready to go back to NYC and I wasn’t really either. The following year I did the competition again and I came in second. I lost the title at the venue I played Saturday night. The Masonic. I had to set that venue straight. I did. It was a great show.

I also feel like I got level with that city. It was always a mindfuck to me. I never felt like I knew what the fuck was going on there. I was out of my mind. Trying to get sober. Drinking shit tons of coffee. Smoking packs and packs of Marlboros. Wandering around writing shit down. Trying to be in a relationship. There was just a weird, crackling energy to the place. I assumed that everyone there was exactly who they set out to be and I just didn’t have what it took to be who I was. I think I was wrong. It was a desperate place filled with broken people trying to be whole. Like me! Didn’t realize it at the time.

I spent some quality time with my buddy Jack. Drove in on Friday. Headed over to the Mission. We had dinner and did the wander and talk for a couple hours and did it again the next day for lunch. Old friend stuff. Getting up to speed. Doing what we did when were in our late twenties and early thirties. Working shit out on the move with nothing else to do.

Today on the show I talk to Edward Norton about his new movie and his life and career and whatever else was on his mind. On Thursday I talk to singer songwriter Joan Shelley and she sings. So nice. Good talks.

Enjoy!

Boomer lives!

Love,

Maron