I enjoyed a glorious, peaceful Christmas Day with my family. After years of resisting its more onerous trappings, I've finally made peace with the big day - all the more of an achievement considering that I'm a paranoid self-hating Jew of the glass-half-empty variety - apocalypse-obsessed and paranoid to the bottom of my black little heart.
And so it was Christmas evening, with all the kids playing the Wii, the non-ironic Christmas music still playing in the living room and the spirit of Jesus in my heart that I sought an antidote, and found my forgotten cache of Bill Hicks MP3s on my laptop. I stumbled across an infamous show of his which I previously had heard and seen parts of, but had never actually heard beginning to end - his infamous "Bill Loses It" show from 1989.
Besides being an incredible performance that veers well off the edge, yet somehow careens to a reasonable conclusion, the "Bill Loses It" show also serves as a reminder of how much has changed since 1989. If Hicks had given this performance in a post 9/11 America, he would've faced far worse than Michael Richards did when he lost it onstage. Hicks might've been deported or jailed.
First, here are the MP3s of the "Bill Loses It" show - these appear to be edits from a more complete bootleg of the show called "I'm Sorry, Folks."
Hicks' Michael Richards moment starts off innocently enough on You Suck, when he gets heckled by a woman in the audience:
You suck - you fucking cunt, get the fuck outa here right now. Get Out. Fuck you. Fuck you, you idiot. You're everything that America should be flushed down the toilet, you fucking turd. Fuck you. Get Out. Get out, you fucking drunk bitch. Take her out! Take her fucking out. Take her to somewhere that's good. Go see fucking Madonna, you fucking idiot piece of shit. (imitating her) You suck, Bill, you suck. I can yell at the comedian cause I'm a drunk cunt. That gives me carte blanche, I got a cunt, and I'm drunk, I can do anything I want. I dont have a cock, I can yell at performers, cause I'm a fucking idiot, cause I got a cunt!
You can see this segment on google video here.
This segment alone could've ended his career today, but another male heckler later on brings out Hick's darker urges, on the track Mediocrity:
Go back to Gallagher you fucking yuppy piece of shit, fuck you, fuck you all America, fuck you, Go Saddam, nuke everybody and fuck off.
But as usual, Hicks pulls it back from the brink on iota:
Ha ha, I'm teasin'.
Later on, a heckler brings it on, shouting Freebird, sending Hicks into an apocalyptic, humanity hating tirade which today have landed Hicks on youtube and then in limbo or Guantanamo:
Now what? Now where are we? Where here, at you, interrupting me again, you fucking idiot! We're here, at the same point again, where you, the fucking peon masses, can once again ruin anyone who tries to do anything, because you don't know how to do it on your own! That's where we're fucking at! Once again, the useless waste of fucking flesh that has ruined everything good in this goddamned world. That's where we're at!
Hitler had the right idea, he was just an underachiever. Kill 'em all Adolf, all of 'em - Jew, Mexican, American, White - Kill 'Em All! Start Over, the experiment didn't work! Rain - forty days please, fuckin rain and wash these turds off my fuckin life - wash these human waste of flesh and bones off this planet. I pray to you God to kill these fuckin people.
Bear in mind that at the time of this performance, Hicks was already a big celebrity, having appeared on the Letterman show eleven times. Six years earlier, his act angered some veterans so much that they met him backstage and broke one of his legs and cracked his ribs. Yet he continued speaking his mind with no repercussions until the year before his death, in 1993 when an appearance on the Letterman show as canceled over his bit about pro-life organizations, where Hicks encouraged them to "lock arms and block cemeteries" instead of medical clinics.
But he was still free to sardonically hanker for the extermination of the human race, and in his lighter psilocybin-based spiritual moments, to remind his audience that they were perfect beings created by God.
Praise Jesus. And Bill Hicks.
Thanks to The Professor for the MP3s.