by G. P. Clemente
Mixed emotions come over me when I think of Robin Williams’ death. The two of us crossed paths way back when in 1979 when we were both immersed in the mad, mad, mad world of show business. Everybody who eventually became anybody swam upstream as far as they could to Los Angeles to fight for open mike time at either at the Comedy Store or the Improv. Folks like Robin, Jay Leno, David Letterman, Richard Lewis, Michael Keaton, Paul Rodriguez, Freddie Prinze, Louie Anderson and yeah, even me, were looking to “kill it” as a stand-up comic.
Back then, it truly was the Golden Age of club comedy. All of us from that generation had grown up in front of a television in the 50s watching and then trying to ape the likes of Sid Caesar, the Three Stooges, Steve Allen, Bob Hope, Ernie Kovacs…
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