Dylan Moran, the great

Yesterday I saw the first stand-up show in my life. It was Dylan Moran and ofc I loved it (if I pay for something, I usually do), but I couldn’t grasp the essence of Dylan Moran until we crashed at a bar later on and I saw a girl ordering Irish coffee. If you didn’t know, Dylan is a Irishman...or at least lives somewhere near this kind of people and has mastered the behavior that common people get only when they drink Irish coffee late in the evening: constant buzz that removes all need for sleep or nutrition, terrible memory and focus skills, awareness of everything that is not working as it should, knowledge about how things should be and how it all went wrong, loss of interest in sex or other nice activities drunk people usually do and a dire need of expressing yourself verbally to anyone who will listen.

And you can’t get mad at people like that, even if they start talking to you while standing next to you in the toilet. Why? I don’t know. Maybe because you have been in similar situation yourself and you share some strange human connection thing with the guy next to you? Maybe you feel sorry for the poor guy? Or maybe he is just the town drunk – the only entertainment you have left in your small village.

Being a town drunk is a actually a very powerful position. You can express yourself freely and do not have to meet any standards or expectations, because there are none... There are no rules of how to be a town drunk or no social guidelines of common knowledge on that topic. You are free. And therefore you can talk about how things really are. Not how you would like to see them or how you should present them to win an election. No. You can talk about the reality.... And to be honest the reality is a bloody mess. The biggest fucking mess you will ever see.

And what happens when you start talking about how things really are? Well it all depends on the context. If you do it in a grocery store, you will most likely get some looks. If you do it in a grocery store while naked and having a carrot sticked into your ... ear (where else?)... you will get a free ride to a mental hospital. But when you do it on a stage in a honest town drunk kind of way you will get a lot of laughs and also someone might even start thinking about life (a dangerous thing to do). And maybe... just maybe... that someone will understand that the middle aged slightly overweight man on the stage is right: You will not live forever ....and before you die you will have a long motivational crisis about your life as a whole... called middle age.

Thanks for the great experience Dylan.

Cheers!