Being able to jive with and in different accents, personas, and contexts, made-up wholly or in part, improvisationally, has always been one of my FAVORITE ways to play, alone or with others (and every so often I have been fortunate enough to find true-blue right-up-there playmates in jive).
I found out about SBC, aka Ali G, aka Bruno, aka the guy from Kazakhastan whose name I am blanking on at the moment (ADDED LATER: Borat!!!), by fluke. I was browsing NetFlix one night. I don’t have a TV nor am I that up on pop culture… I had never heard of this guy and ordered his DVD strictly based on the description, because, as I say, this kind of humor is my kind of humor and just on the chance that this might meet my rigorous standards…
Let me just say that I now gently meet my own fist in the mirror some mornings with a muttered “Respek” or “Keep it real,” or inwardly respond to someone about whom I am dubious with “No doubt” or “So you say” , or remind myself, “Check yourself before you wreck yourself.” I am not a usual quoter-of-other-people’s-lines, preferring to come up with my own, but this guy… this guy… he is brilliant and has cojones of brass and I think compassionate despite getting people on the show to be interviewed who don’t have a clue what he’s up to (and often proceed to make idiots of themselves by strutting their own pomposity).
Love this guy. Just love him. No desire to meet him… I just hope HBO puts him back, or somebody else does, so I can keep ordering DVDs, inviting friends over to watch him, and almost laughing till I pee.
Ali G: Tell me what ATF stands for.
ATF guy: Alcohol, tobacco, and firearms.
Ali G: What else does you sell?
ATF Guy: We don’t sell anything.
(Goes onto explain how they use “canines” to detect bombs and is asked by Ali G such questions as “Why don’t you use dogs?” “Why don’t you use dolphins?” ”’Ow long does it take for one the dogs to take apart the bomb?” etc etc etc.)
Too bad words like ‘brilliant’ have lost allure by overuse. But this guy’s wry snap, ability to think on his feet while appearing simple-minded, language creation… ‘bookashah’, ‘poonani’... compassion and audacity… it gives off some kind of glint and it makes me laugh, laugh, laugh.
Even when a particular bit doesn’t work or makes me uncomfortable… I am filled with admiration. And joy that such original funny non-imitative minds are still out there, giving us their gifts.