I love Marc Maron. I've loved him since the mid '90s and over the years some of his standup routines (and the punchlines therein) have taken on lives of their own for me. I think about them when I'm having a tough day. The kind of day that makes me seriously contemplate cramming Malcolm into his Sherpa carrier, filling a duffel bag with underwear and hopping a plane to someplace...oh, I don't know...smarter?
Since I usually have about $200 in my checking account (oh, the wise career choices I've made), that can't happen. This is why I relish Marc and especially his new show on IFC. Hearing that Marc Maron got his own cable show was kind of like seeing "Deepak Chopra Elected POTUS" on the CNN ticker.
(By the way, what a-hole started "POTUS?" It sounds like a Dukes of Hazzard character. Are we really so lazy that we can't say entire words anymore? And don't get me started on people who say sh*t like "he's going on vacay," or, "that kitten is totally presh!" In a very Maron-esque way, I want to drag those people to the nearest Whole Foods, wedge their heads into the opening of the automatic door, jump up and down on the sensor mat, and make them read Keats from a paperback in my left hand while my right hand eats a Hot Pocket).
It's a great show. But it's not for everyone. He's angry and neurotic and insecure and, some might say, whiny (I just say "articulate"). If you're under the age of thirty, chances are you won't get it. Because you haven't yet had to confront things like asymmetrically migrating body parts or disappearing vision or a general passionate rage for everyone on Mtv, the WB and E!.
Here's one of my favorite Maron show clips (I hope YouTube doesn't take it down):
And here's the HBO special that first made me a fan (or, at least part of it:
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