Bill Hicks: A dark poet

Stand-up comedy means different things to different people. For some its a shelter from everyday chores for an hour of laughs, for some its a run away from thinking, 
for some its a whacky hour...... Bill didnt satisfy any of them.
He wasnt a seinfeld talking about people in supermarket, or a russell peters talkin about indians in US, or dave chapelle about black people in US and babes in discos, 
nor was he banal, cheap and absurd like dane cook, nor pointless like robin williams.
And likewise neither was he popular.

'Why do people wear crosses around their necks??? Do you think if Jesus ever come backs, he would ever wanna see a f***ing cross!!!'

You wouldnt pay to hear lots of foul words, mockin of religions and fundamentalists and an idea of spending an hour or two hearing a person promoting smoking, drugs and talkin abt pornoraphy wont be the best that came in your mind. Maybe thats why he became angrier as he went on performing, before his premature death due to cancer.


"Mister my father died for that flag.
 Well...... I bought mine for 3 bucks.
 Mister my father died in korean war for that flag.
 What a coincidence... my flag says "made in korea"
Thats freedom for you my friends: people dying in wars to buy freedom for people to burn their flags"

Maybe I have never laughed as hard on hicks, as I did when seinfeld talked about cows and milk, but I always felt connecting to bill more than anyone. It was never slapstick or cheap....

will continue.....