One of my favorite posessions is my box set of Richard Pryor's Warner Brothers comedy albums
. I once listened to the whole collection, in chronological order, and I emphatically suggest that you add it on your Christmas list and do the same. It was this experience that made me fall in love with the man, for I realized only then the breadth and humanity of his humor.
These past few years have been rough for me. Many of my heroes have died (Stanley Kubrick, Hunter S. Thompson, Johnny Cash, Mitch Hedberg...Ol' Dirty Bastard), and now Pryor. When I logged on and was struck with the headline announcing his death, I literally placed my hand over my heart and let out a small wail . On the heels of Mr. Miyagi's passing
, this is all just a little too much to bear.
I think I'm going to draw a hot bath tonight and observe a moment of silence for our loss. There will be many tributes in the coming days, no doubt resurrecting some great footage of Richard in his prime, so I'm sure I'll have ample opportunity to celebrate his life with the rest of the world. Right now, though, I just don't feel like laughing.