Mr. Redicc

I put up a news segment the other day. There was a lot of feedback that came to me on it. I sent it out to just about everyone I know because I was *finally* comfortable with the quality we came out with. I don’t mean to bash the first two or the hard work of others. But it’s going to be an evolving process. I’m doing this thing off the top of my head. I’m going to find my humor again. I’m going to start dropping my quotables again. it’s all going to fall into place, then Lorne Michaels is going to see it and know that he HAS to have me on SNL.
I digress because 99% of that paragraph is true [I’ll let you figure out the 1% - you’re (relatively) smart]. But it’s been a good part of getting myself back on track. I’ve been able to reach back to a part of my past that was positive and a good outlet. Now I’m doing it on a larger scale. More people can/will watch it [hopefully].
But it got me to thinking. The first two editions were tough to watch because it was like a live audition. I was trying out my jokes, like I said I’m still finding my voice. Then I made a stereotypical racially motivated joke about two young black men lost at sea. And it just cracked me the fuck up. I haven’t been outlandish in a long fucking time. Then we were at the bar last night and I was making a total ass out of myself. Making fun of people I didn’t know, we had rotating groups of people around us while we played darts, the boys getting them 412s – it was a good night.
NowI wake up this morming and I’m going to be getting ready for tomorrow’s parade party activities, but I decided to navigate the interweb real quick and I read an SG mailbag and I was scouring YouTube for some music. One search leads to another and I found my way to the new Eminem song. He introduces himself with a record 17 rapes, 400 assaults and 4 murders. And I realized that I’m not alone. Dude’s been out the game for a couple years now – not to say that he fell off but he just wasn’t there.
I used to catch shit from the boys because of my affinity to hip hop and Eminem. I never wanted to lump myself in with him. I always denied that he’s my favorite rapper. And I can’t in good faith say he’s not. I usually give an answer like BIG or Jay, but I think it might really be ‘Kast. But Marshall Bruce Mathers III had a profound effect on me. Dude’s the Frank Zappa of rap. Just crazy outlandish shit came from his music. And it inspired me. Always has. I’ve always been one to say ridiculous shit. Most people looked at me like I was out my mind. Chances are they’re right. But there has to be someone you point to as saying the shit you don’t.
For me that was Eminem. I’ve never made a record about killing a former significant other. But I told a girl last night that I drove a windowless van that I parked out back and asked if she’d like to join me. [I swear to God there was a context for it, but I’d rather leave you shaking your head.] Later I told her I’d fight any woman no matter how short or thin she may be. So yea, Mr. Redicc is making a comeback. Here’s to hoping he eliminates Mr. Drinkswaaaaaaytoomuch. But I think the two go hand in handcuffed mother fucking hand. Fuck your butt, Alex Rodriguez!