{"id":39179,"date":"1998-07-21T00:00:00","date_gmt":"1998-07-21T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/rant-in-e-minor\/"},"modified":"1998-07-21T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"1998-07-21T00:00:00","slug":"rant-in-e-minor","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/rant-in-e-minor\/","title":{"rendered":"Rant In E Minor"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Bill Hicks was born and raised in Houston, graduating from the<br \/>\nsame high school as me recently enough that we may have had some of<br \/>\nthe same teachers, and I never knew this fact until last week. I<br \/>\nknew who Bill Hicks was, in passing, (no pun intended), through<br \/>\nobituraried when he died, and through various stand-up clips when,<br \/>\nduring lonely late-night channel surfing of yore, I would come upon<br \/>\nthe last refuge of lowbrow entertainment: Comedy Central. Some of<br \/>\nyou may not know this, but long before the town of South Park,<br \/>\nComedy Central, (once known as the Comedy Channel, once known as<br \/>\nHa!), basically showed two minute stand-up routines with little<br \/>\ninformation sidebars, in following with music videos. Bill Hicks<br \/>\nwas a staple of the network. That&#8217;s probably the only way you&#8217;d<br \/>\nknow who Bill Hicks, perhaps the only truely controversial comedian<br \/>\nof the 90s, and perhaps the greatest.<\/p>\n<p>My high school never made mention of his attendance, instead<br \/>\ndwelling on a certain young redneck B-list country star. But he was<br \/>\namazing. Last Wednesday, in one of those late night conversations<br \/>\nwith a girl that always seems to involve 5 packs of cigarettes and<br \/>\na wet patio, his name came up. I had no idea anyone else knew who<br \/>\nhe was, and I sure as hell never knew he went to my old school. I<br \/>\nwas pissed at this fact, and scurried off the next day to pick up<br \/>\n<i>Rant In E-Minor<\/i>, his final CD.<\/p>\n<p>A 74-minute, 36 track CD chronicling three shows during his last<br \/>\nweek of performing in late 1993,<br \/>\n<i>Rant<\/i> is not a belt-busting, rolling in you seat,<br \/>\nlaugh-a-minite riot, nor is it meant to be. Hicks walks onto the<br \/>\nstage before a feverent rant on &#8216;fevered egos&#8217;, announcing, &#8220;Well,<br \/>\nfolks, this is kind of a sentimental evening for me, because this,&#8221;<br \/>\nhe chokes up, &#8220;is my final live performance I&#8217;ll ever do, ever.&#8221;<br \/>\nThis is a man that knows he is dying, and I can only guess now what<br \/>\nthe audience thought he meant by that weighty remark.<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t take that as an indication that<br \/>\n<i>Rant In E Minor<\/i> is a somber affair. Hicks is as funny,<br \/>\nvolatile, and insightful as ever, with a verbal pallete, and a<br \/>\ndeeply human philosophy that makes Dennis Miller look like Carrot<br \/>\nTop. He tackles controversial issues without remorse, from<br \/>\nabortion, (&#8220;if they&#8217;re so pro-life, why don&#8217;t they picket<br \/>\ncemeteries&#8221;), to David Koresh, (&#8220;let&#8217;s see: a frustrated rock<br \/>\nmusician, with a messianic complex, armed to the teeth, and ready<br \/>\nto f&#8212; anything that moves. I hate to tell you this, but that<br \/>\nsounds like every one of my friends in Austin.&#8221;).<\/p>\n<p>One thing about this CD which may annoy those more accustomed to<br \/>\nconventional comedy records is that, in many respects, it is edited<br \/>\nlike an Oliver Stone movie, drifting from monologue to rant to<br \/>\nflat-out &#8220;dick jokes&#8221; through segues of music, performed either by<br \/>\nHicks himself, or local Austin band, Marblehead Johnson. I enjoyed<br \/>\nthis, and recomend listening to the CD in a dark room, preferably<br \/>\nwith a lit cigarette, even if you don&#8217;t smoke it, just for the<br \/>\nambience.<\/p>\n<p>If this CD had been made into a movie, it would defintely be<br \/>\n&#8220;NC-17&#8221;. Bill Hicks isn&#8217;t as directly profane as, say, Martin<br \/>\nLawrence, or Andrew &#8220;Dice&#8221; Clay, but he does something a lot more<br \/>\ndangerous. He can&#8217;t be written off as just profane, just appealing<br \/>\nto lowest common denominator, or just anything. He&#8217;s just not that<br \/>\neasily definable. He gets under the skin by berrading the senses,<br \/>\nand making you question everything you believe in. He&#8217;s more than a<br \/>\ncomedian. Bill Hicks is an artist.<\/p>\n<p>Three months after the recording of this album, Bill Hicks died<br \/>\nof cancer at the age of 32. Although he really only gained<br \/>\npopularity in the last four years of his life, there&#8217;s a little<br \/>\nBill Hicks in every comedian starting out today. Yet he was much<br \/>\nmore than that.<\/p>\n<p>This is years ahead on any comedy album I&#8217;ve ever heard. Perhaps<br \/>\nthe greatest danger here is that it will show just how dated such<br \/>\nperformers as Adam Sandler, and, God help me, Dennis Leary really<br \/>\nare. A simultaneous venture into both human comedy and inhuman<br \/>\ntragedy, with a one-liner surface that really hits much, much<br \/>\ndeeper. You may not find yourself laughing at<br \/>\n<i>Rant In E-Minor<\/i>, but after all is said and done, you&#8217;ll feel<br \/>\nsomething deep inside you loving every minute of this album, under<br \/>\nthe constant suspicion that your stereo is going to be struck by<br \/>\nlightning. No, you may not laugh, but you&#8217;re almost guaranteed to<br \/>\nbe smiling throughout<br \/>\n<i>Rant<\/i>. It&#8217;s more than just another live comedy album, it&#8217;s a<br \/>\nman looking back on the world from a perspective that none of us<br \/>\nknows. This makes it a work of art.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":14,"featured_media":27796,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"tags":[],"artist":[7053],"rating":[5646],"class_list":["post-39179","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-bill-hicks","rating-rating-a"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/39179","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/14"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39179"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/39179\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/27796"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39179"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39179"},{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=39179"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=39179"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}