Dispatches from the Head

I love the Fall.

It’s grey, people-

Not my hair. Not all of it. Yet. Outside. I am sitting at the Rochester airport and it seems that fall fell on the world up here just last night. It’s crisp and clear and overcast. This is just the kind of weather that gets me into that melancholic/sad-ish zone that I find poetic and powerful. I love the Fall. It’s one of the things I miss most about living on the West Coast.

It was an amazing experience performing at the George Eastman Theater in Rochester last night. It was definitely the most regal venue I had ever been in. The space was perfect acoustically. The stage was overwhelming in how much of it there was. It’s very challenging to make a venue like that intimate. I think I pulled it off. I filled it with me and than pulled it down to my level. I’m a professional. If you were there thanks for coming out. It was a good one.

I was sitting in my garage on Friday. It wasn’t a good day. Things have been stressful at home and I was just trying to pull my thoughts together and get some peace of mind. I know that everything should be great and many things are, but relationships are hard. There is no way around that. So, I was drained and feeling a bit hopeless. Then, outside, I heard the sound of some animal eating out of the cat dish. In my neighborhood it could be one of many animals. I peaked around the corner and sure enough it was Deaf Black Cat. I hadn’t seen him since I released him back into the wild on Monday and I wasn’t sure he was going to make it out there with new stitches and his lack of balls but there he was. Eating. Tenously, quickly, gulping. Looking at me like he always does with intense defiance and fear simultaneously. I watched him eat. He looked good. He looked like he was healing. It was good to see him. That guy gives me strength. We can make it.

This week on the show from Arliss, The Hollywood Knights, Good Morning Vietnam, Batman and his show Assume the Position, the boisterous Robert Wuhl joins me in the garage to talk about comedy, sports and his relationship with Rodney Dangerfield. Great stuff. On Thursday, on the request of his grandson who emailed me, I went to the home of Monte Hall and talked to him for a while about his career as a broadcaster in Canada leading up to his creation of Lets Make a Deal. Pretty great story.


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Tom Loid September 24, 2013 at 9:58 am

Hey Marc,

Great show in Rochester. I sat pretty close to the stage and could feel the tight bond between you and the audience. Long-time podcast listener here…keep up the good fight and comeback to the area soon.

Here’s two probably stupid pieces of advice:

1) If “love” opens a door, walk through it, man! Don’t be nervous. Give up a little of yourself and listen to the woman. They have a wisdom men don’t possess about relatiolnships.

2) On the vinyl side of things—get vinyl copies of Leonard Cohen’s “New Skin for an Old Ceremony” and Muddy Waters’ “Folk Singer” in case the advice above is wrong.

Good luck in Toronto tonight!

Peace and good food,

JD Shipman September 26, 2013 at 9:55 am

Hey buddy,

I can tell you’re having a hard time, and I feel for you. I just wanna remind you how much you’ve gotten through, and how far you’ve come. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other and try to keep breathing. I know you’ll be okay, no matter what happens.

aarondavidgleason September 26, 2013 at 11:58 am

Thanks for interviewing gramps.  My wife and I said to ourselves, “Now we have something out kids could listen to one day.”  We were really moved by your sensitive and thoughtful interview.

Rob Bigs October 31, 2013 at 2:41 pm

Hey Mark,

Awesome show, can tell you are broken up, have some advice;

Never listen to women. The world has enough Ray Ramanos. Do the opposite of what the say in relationships or everything is just your fault. If they keep arguing just scream WILDCARD BITCHES and jump out of the back of the van.

2. Do drugs again. Remember the old days when you could just let drugs wash everything away, and then wake up in a couple of weeks and be skinnier?? The old days were good, but I got two words for you…bath salts. Bath salts let you relax and do a show with adroit timing and a real time clarity…...they are a relaxing, refreshing lemon spritzer to the mundane my friend.