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Salim Nourallah: Record Release Mini Tour - Night One

Standing in front of the Lonesome Rose honky tonk in San Antonio, I am keenly reminded of what it was *not* when I last stood here. When last here it was January. It was not 95 degrees.

I’m starting to sweat. I gravitate to available outdoor seating: a row of what appears to be old movie theater chairs… stuffing coming out through loose cushion stitches appears to be *squint* hair…?

Jason Garner is there. I’ve never actually spoken to him, but with his bare, tattooed arms and cheerful blue mohawk, he’s recognizable to say the least. He’s crouched over taking pictures of a cactus by the stairs. The cactus is smiling.

“We’ve never actually met. We’re LizNDoug (run it together. All one word. Can’t have one without the other… like peanut butter and jelly)… Salim’s friends.”

Sure! He’s seen us at shows. The same way we’ve seen him. He disappears inside to see if a Salim could be located. No, he’s gone off to eat.

I continue wilting. It’s 15 minutes to the announced door time, but there is no one around. Absolutely no one. The key to walking in where you may or may not belong is confidence. Just walk in. So we did.

The difference between the bright sunshine and the low light dazzles my eyes. A benevolent shadow form coalesces and hugs me. My eyes adjust. Olivia Willson-Piper. There she is being happy to see me again - still getting use to that: kind people being happy to see me for no other reason than my basic existence. She’s there with Marty having a bite to eat.

Marty is a vegetarian. He informs us while delicately unwrapping his… wrap (?) that he also doesn’t like peppers. He tweezes them out while we chat.

Olivia and I end up under a light source comparing tattoos. I start naming off the menagerie of animals that dot my arms. And let slip that my favorite chicken - an artistically rendered Lavender Orpington on my left forearm- is called Olivia. She seems delighted.

John Dufhilo appears. I haven’t really ever spoken to him before, but just like Jason Garner, he is immediately recognizable. We are Salim facilitated Facebook friends and not too long ago, I added my voice to those on said social media platform rejoicing as he recovered from a massive heart attack. He surprises and delights me with a hug. It is wonderful seeing him well and hearty.

Joe Reyes is there. We know him a little better than some of these satellites we have met in Salim’s orbit. He has the best smile. Seems genuinely delighted to just be in a room with air. The addition of friends and the opportunity to play music? Even better.

At some point Salim appears. It’s hard to talk amidst the bustle of a bar waking up for its nightly duties. Something upsetting happened to him the day before. I hug him. I got nightmare family news (related to the nightmare of my family… namely it’s toppled, usurped, disgraced patriarch. Daddy issues? I’ll have a lifetime subscription) this very day and have spent a good portion of my afternoon crying.

He’s going to play, “Let Go” from his new album, he tells me. I like it… this is an excellent idea. The *only* thing that would give me peace right now is that very [impossible] action.

Time passes. Positions shift. Marty dons glasses and moves to a different table. He looks like a stern bookkeeper going over accounts. In reality, he’s making a setlist.

More time passes. I don’t mind the wait. To get my fix in the vicinity of musicians, I used to queue up first thing in the morning and spend all day without food or water to be first in, front row for The Flaming Lips. My only reward for that might be a faraway wave from Steven or a chat with Kliph.

Sitting inside the dark and cool, talking to these fascinating people - my friends - this is heaven.

Early on, Doug is recruited to run merch. I’m not surprised. The merch table has become our station. Doug is in his element. Me? I’ll helpfully point at the records. Tell people after the set where the songs they thought were catchy originated. Tell them ‘A Nuclear Winter’ yes, that’s the newest one. But I stand here next to him proudly. Whatever you need. Whatever helps.

Salim and the Treefort Five are first to play tonight (he tells me later their new name is ‘Salim and the Philistines.’)

I am deeply deeply biased at this point… but they sound incredible to me. Seeing Salim backed by a full band… he comes alive in a completely new way as a performer. I’ve been lucky enough to behold this two other times - Sons of Hermann Hall in Dallas in 2019. Then this year (2023) opening for the Old 97s. I love my friend as an energetic front man.

This time is different and monumental. This time Marty. Marty Willson-Piper formerly of Australian band The Church (this man is the whole reason we were brought in to warm regard of Salim Nourallah - he and Doug share a mutual love of The Church.)

Marty and Olivia came over in 2018 to be enfolded in to the Nourallah musical family. Recording, producing has happened even with a global pandemic to work around.

This is work coming to fruition. Nuclear Winter finally birthed. Marty is finally on stage by Salim’s side. I know this is monumental for him and I love it. I love witnessing this. I love being here. Love that he wants me here. Love that these amazing people jam packed in to this tiny room are our friends now too.

The amassed gents rip through a mix of Salim standards and a heavy dose of things from the new album.

The set end nears. I’ve snapped my pictures. Taken my videos. All in the name of seeing; witnessing; presence.

Olivia is on stage. I know ‘Friends for Life’ is coming. That’s one she started playing on during the shows 6 mos ago. This one makes me sad. I have a dear dear friend who allowed me to turn him on to Salim (there is no greater compliment than to let me show you the music I love… then love it to). This is his favorite. My friend is in Greenland. I haven’t seen him in months.

Friends for life… if I had to sum up my time with Salim it would be with those three words. If you are lucky enough to ever be on the receiving end of Salim’s regard, you have a friend for life. Just shut up and enjoy the ride.

But then it’s time. Time to ‘Let Go’ - another song made more achingly beautiful with the deft application of Olivia’s bow.

I cry. Bitterly. Let go, he tells me, surrender to the things I can’t control. Best advice possible… I’m so far away from that right now, all I can do is feel sorry for myself.

The set is over. Back to husband in the merch nook (we’ve seen many incarnations. This one is nice. Padded booths made into their own cozy corner.)

I feel wrung out. Physically. Emotionally. An older gentleman asks me if I’m ok. Brings me water. Oh good. I look as bad as I feel.

The Deathray Davies are next. I know John Dufilho fronts this configuration, but I’ve never seen them. I also don’t know how many people are in the band. Musicians appear - to tired eyes - to swarm the stage like clowns from a tiny car.

They tear in to their first song and I like them immediately. Their energy is palpable and consuming. Nick Earl appears to be old school Seattle grunge: rakes his hands across an artfully battered Jazzmaster, long hair hanging in his face.

That energy is catching. I spy my first dancer of the evening. This woman gives no fucks and it is a scene to behold. Her shuck and jive is part Ministry of Silly Walks part scraping-gum-off-her-shoe. She gyrates with an oily self aware sensuality. At one point, her untethered breasts seem in danger of escaping. Not so fast. She doesn’t miss a beat: stuffs the offending mammary back down through the armhole of her sundress. Not today, titty.

She. Is. Magnificent.

Salim is with us at this point. I start relaying what I have seen to Doug. Salim wants in to the conversation. I smile thinking about how I will pay tribute to her, “Just getting inspired.”

It’s at this point, the night takes it’s massive, sudden toll. I’ve got a stabbing pain in the back of my head. Great. When I fantasize about death, it’s quick. I don’t want to stroke out. Here I come, it’s The Big One.

… or I’m hungry and tired and dehydrated.

Salim says it’s ok, you don’t have to stay. Marty and Olivia are already gone. The place has cleared out in a hurry. Even those disciplines of rock have to get home at a reasonable hour on a weekday. There’s work in the morning.

I hate to miss Buttercup, but I don’t think Joe will blame me for feeling poorly.

So we sneak off to the healing powers of Whataburger.

I will live to rock another day.

#singer #songwriter #salim nourallah #joe reyes #marty willson-piper #the church #john dufilho #deathray davies #buttercup #lonesome rose #honky tonk #san antonio #treefort five #jason garner #salim and the philistines #nuclear winter #album release

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Flaming lips vein of stars

#FLAMING LIPS VEIN OF STARS FULL#

Alternate Album Cover: The band's album covers under Warner (Bros.) Records made prominent use of the label's shield logo as a design element.Action Girl: Yoshimi in "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots".King's Mouth note featuring narration from Mick Jones of The Clash (2019).1** / Pompeii am Gotterdammerung / The W.A.N.D. Intro: Wayne in the ball / Race for the Prize / Silver Trembling Hands* / The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song (With All Your Power) / Fight Test** / Enthusiasm for Life Defeats Existential Fear*** > Convinced of the Hex* / Mountain Side / Vein of Stars / Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Pt. Set list: The Flaming Lips at the Greek Theatre, Aug. Photos by Miguel Vasconcellos, The Orange County Register. It’s almost as if all those balloons and all that confetti was icing, rather than the whole cake. The group has also fully renovated its tired set list, retiring (at least for the night) stupendous-but-expected staples like “She Don’t Use Jelly” and “Waitin’ for a Superman” and replacing them with out-of-thin-air obscurities, like the trancy but explosive “Enthusiasm for Life Defeats Existential Fear” (from a U.K.-only best-of) and the rowdy “Mountain Side,” dusted off from their 1990 album In a Priest Driven Ambulance.Īdd in a few of the band’s slower, more psychedelic numbers ( “Vein of Stars,” “Pompeii am Gotterdammerung”) and you’ve got a show with a bit of awkward pacing, but no matter: by the time the set closed with the life-celebrating “Do You Realize?,” the crowd had been treated to call-and-response ooh-ooh-oohs, audience-led karate chops and Coyne singing an entire song from the shoulders of a scary-faced ape. Other favorites, however, like “Fight Test” and Yoshimi‘s title track, were pared down, stripped of drums to let their melodies shine even more. His voice now reaches notes he once croaked through, and the band (multi-instrumentalist Steven Drozd, guitarist Michael Ivins and drummer Kliph Scurlock) has become a tight machine rather than a loosely-hinged engine, thanks in large part to an auxillary player who helped new arrangements (like an extra-percussive “Yeah Yeah Yeah Song”) snap, crackle and pop. But the bold steps forward the Lips took at the Greek are the right ones to make right now, even if they are totally obscured behind celebratory walls of floating paper and clouds of dry ice smoke.Įmerging in the ball once again (pictured, above) and inviting members of the audience on stage (this time in costumes ranging from full-bodied sasquatch to sexy snow-angel to cartoon butterfly), Coyne and his gang have finally put more time and energy into the actual music, and it shows. 13 release of a new double album ( Embryonic) approaches, it was hard not to walk into the Greek Theatre Monday night wanting to experience something bigger and better, even with the addition of dance-rock duo Ghostland Observatory‘s pseudo-Laserium show and the very Lips-ish new band Stardeath and White Dwarfs, led by Uncle Wayne’s nephew Dennis Coyne.ĭespite the overall joy the Flaming Lips have exuded through tours that have elevated them to amphitheater-sized alt-rock stars - behind the rightly exalted albums Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots(2002) and its follow-up At War with the Mystics (2006) - their creative drive must demand that they bring their audience a new gimmick. And fans have been dancing on stage in costume with them for years, adding an anything-can-happen energy to an already chaotic live mess/masterpiece. Frontman Wayne Coyne (above) has developed better self-pointed cameras and more props, including his now-iconic blowup space-ball, which he uses to walk over the audience’s raised hands at the beginning of shows. Those baggies became balloons, then cannons.

#FLAMING LIPS VEIN OF STARS FULL#

For nearly two decades at the end of the last century, Oklahoma City’s Flaming Lips were an obscure psych-rock band known to a hardcore few as one of the best live bands on the planet, their weirdo songs enhanced by low-budget tricks like giving audiences Zip-Loc-ed bags full of confetti, to all be thrown at once.Īs the Lips have gotten bigger this decade, so have their shows.

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chaunceyandchumleysdad · 7 years

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Riot Fest Day 1 (Friday September 15, 2017) I made sure I got here for the first crash of guitar cords this day as their were a few early bands that I wanted to see.

Skating Polly (Roots Stage) I attended their 11:30 show two years ago and did the same today (noon this time), the only two times I made it to Riot Fest that early in the day. If you are not familiar with this band, they are step-sisters who started the band at ages 14 and 9. When I saw them last time, they were a two piece band with Peyton on bass and Kelli on drums. They have now added Kelli’s brother Kurtis as a drummer and Kelli plays guitar, although Kelli and Kurtis also swapped places during the show. The played a great, rockin’ set. While Kurtis was drumming, I noticed he was wearing a Frank Zappa Hot Rats album cover t-shirt. Later when he played guitar, he showed some Zappa influence for Noise Rock by playing his guitar with a drumstick. They played on one of the big stages this year and despite the early set time, they drew a good crowd. The band is currently touring with X. Exene Cervenka of X produced their second album and Kliph Scurlock of The Flaming Lips mixed the LP, so these young musicians have quickly earned the admiration of some Rock veterans. (First set of band photos.)

Tobacco (Riot Stage) I enjoyed listening to this avant garde electronic instrumental band, even though their music seemed a bit out of place in the midday sun. Tobacco is apparently a pseudonym for Thomas Fec, who is the front man for Black Moth Super Rainbow. On stage, they were a 4 piece band including two synthesizers and drums and bass guitar. They produced some nice sounds and as a four-piece band, they were more interesting to watch than some of the one-guy-with-a-computer artists I have seen at other festivals.

INVSN (Roots Stage) Swedish Post Punk that I thought sounded a bit like Industrial Rock at times. Lead singer Dennis Lyxzén is also the lead singer for Refused. He’s active on stage with some moves that reminded me a bit of Roger Daltry and Mick Jagger. At one point, he came out into the audience while singing. (The lead singer for The Hives did that last year. Is this a Swedish thing? Just wondering). Anyway, I thought they played a good set and I enjoyed their music. (Second set of band photos.)

Sleep On It (Radicals Stage) A local Chicago Pop Punk band from nearby Logan Square. I did not originally have them on my schedule. However, on this hot sunny day, I needed some shade for a bit and I was able to retreat to a shady area across the field from the Radicals Stage. I was glad I got to hear this band. They played an energetic set and they came across as a nice bunch of guys who were really happy to be playing at Riot Fest in their home town.

X (Roots Stage) This is the band I came to see today and I was not disappointed. They were so good and a lot of fun. Billy Zoom, conceding a bit to age and recent health issues, plays from a perched position on a stool, but he still plays a wicked guitar. His Rockabilly style riffs are the backbone of the band’s unique Punk sound. D.J. Bonebroke set the pace with his energetic drumming. John Doe was terrific on base and vocals, and Exene Cervenka sang great and was just really cool on stage. This is their 40th anniversary tour and they still love their LA roots with a cool X logo on stage that included their names and the name of their city. Exene also wore an LA shirt with the initials stylized ala LA Dodgers. It was also fun to see the members of Skating Polly, who are touring with X, enjoying the show from back stage. The hot sun didn’t stop me from dancing up a dust storm for this show!

Buzzcocks (Riot Stage) I was really glad this band returned to Riot Fest. They were there in 2014 but I did not see them, so I was happy to have the opportunity again. They were one of the early English bands to hit the Punk scene and their music still sounds great today. I was thrilled that they played my favorite song, Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've). Although the band members are into their early 60’s, they still play hard driving Punk with attitude, and you could still hear the teenage angst coming through with songs like Orgasm Addict and Fast Cars. Just a really cool band!

Chon (The Heather Owen Stage) I was interested in seeing this band and it didn’t quite work out. However, I did catch maybe the last 5 minutes of their set. A really fine Math Rock sound adding some good diversity to the Riot Fest line up.

The Cribbs (The Heather Owen Stage) This was a rockin’ set! A power trio of three brothers, they were on the small stage at dusk and the crowd in this somewhat secluded part of the grounds was really into it, giving it a bit of a club feel. I look forward to an opportunity to see this band again sometime. (Photo below Buzzcocks.)

New Order (Roots Stage) Riot Fest sometimes gets some criticism for booking too many “old bands” but of course, I’m old, so I generally have no problem with that. Today was a great day for old bands and I thought this New Wave Synth Pop band was an excellent addition. They have been around since 1981, but are still making some new music, having released an album as recently as 2015. Bernard Sumner’s voice was in excellent form and I particularly enjoyed hearing him sing my favorite, Bizarre Love Triangle. The sound and light shows were awesome and although the pulsating synthesized rhythm wore a little thin with me toward the end of their 75 minute set, overall I enjoyed the show and was happy to have the opportunity to see them.

Nine Inch Nails (Riot Stage) I thought this was going to be my favorite of the three headliners over the three days, but their show turned out to be my least favorite of the three. And it had nothing to with the band. They sounded fantastic! Their albums have such a fine sound and I thought they did a top notch job of replicating there sound on stage, not to mention Trent Reznor’s amazing and passionate vocals. However, some of their music has some very soft and slow passages. Following a long day that included intense heat and sun, lots of walking and standing, riding “L” trains and perhaps just wee bit to drink, the slow stuff just wasn’t doing it for me. I like NIN but I’m not a hard core fan, so about 35 minutes into their set, I decided to bail and head home to get some much needed rest.

#riot fest #douglas park #chicago #skating polly #tobacco #invsn #x #buzzcocks #sleep on it #chon #the cribbs #new order #nine inch nails

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Best Dick Jokes Through History – Why Sexual Comedy About Men Is Important – Esquire.com

Blake Griffin landed a dick joke about Caitlyn Jenner at the Comedy Central Roast of Alex Baldwin, which aired last weekend. “Caitlyn completed her gender reassignment in 2017, finally confirming that no one in that family wants a white dick,” he said to roars of laughter. Was the joke offensive? Racist? Hilarious? All of the above? For her part, Jenner took the dick joke in stride. “Caitlyn was down for it,” one of the writers of the roast said. “She was like, ‘Well, you know, I’m gonna hit hard. I want them to hit me hard.’ And so we did.”

Dick jokes have existed throughout history in nearly every culture known to man, from the greatest literature of all time—Shakespeare and James Joyce—to ancient graffiti. “Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!” some anonymous guy scrawled on the wall of a bar in the Roman city of Pompeii around 2,000 years ago. They have been staples of comedy for millennia for a reason: They’re nearly universally appealing.

“Whether you’re rich or poor or black or white, everyone laughs at a dick joke,” says comedian Aaron Berg, who hosts a recurring show at The Stand in New York City. (Berg also hosted a somewhat controversial, entirely satirical show called White Guys Matter that addressed some aspects of white male inadequacy.)

One comedian has elevated dick jokes to poetry, launching them into the realm of high art: Jacqueline Novak, whose one-woman off-Broadway show about blow jobs, Get on Your Knees, manages to make the dick joke both hilarious and high brow. She’s not the first woman to tell a dick joke, nor will she be the last, but she is perhaps the only one to devote a show almost entirely to the penis (with a few minutes sidetracking to ghosts) and be feted by The New York Times for doing so.

Novak, who has been called a “deeply philosophical urologist,” may represent a tipping point in dick jokes, because her show is finally allowing people to see the wisdom (yes, wisdom) in penis humor.

“I don’t even think of myself as like, interested in telling penis jokes. I certainly wouldn’t sit down and go, I’d love to do a show about penises,” Novak says. “I think it’s more like an investigation of my heterosexuality. Does [being heterosexual] mean I love the penis? I’m interested in the language that I’ve been expected to use or accept as legitimate about the penis. Here’s all the reasons that that’s ridiculous.”

Novak’s show is replete with riffs on our “ridiculous” penis language, from the fact that we say the penis is “rock hard”—”No geologist would ever say, this quartz is penis hard“—to the idea that the penis penetrates a woman—”You penetrate me? Fine, but I ate you, motherfucker! I chewed you up! Spit you out, and you loved every goddamn second of it.” In some ways, Novak is the perfect teller of the 21st century dick joke, not only because she is chronicling our hangups about the penis, but also because without a penis of her own, perhaps she is able to see the dick more clearly for what it is, in all its ridiculousness and beauty.

“You penetrate me? Fine, but I ate you, motherfucker! I chewed you up!”

But for the most part, phallic culture remains incoherent. Men are pilloried for exposing their dicks, while Euphoria is celebrated for its 30-penis episode; dick pics are critiqued like Picassos or seen as a public menace; judging a man by the size of his penis is perfectly acceptable or grossly objectifying; porn covers every inch of the internet, yet Facebook won’t accept ads for dildos. Dick jokes are still looked down on as cheap—to be fair, some of them are blatantly bad—but some comics say that isn’t always fair.

“Dick jokes, if you craft something amazing out of them, could be the funniest thing someone’s ever heard. And funny in a way that like, opens your mind up even,” says comedian Sean Patton. “That’s the most important kind of comedy, where you laugh at something to the point where you’re now a little more accepting of it. And that can range from anything to other people’s sexual orientation to accepting your own mental illness.” Patton’s own extended dick joke, “Cumin” on Comedy Central’s This Is Not Happening, has been viewed over 2 million times on YouTube.

Jacqueline Novak performs at the 2019 Clusterfest in June.

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Novak uses the blow job to critique cultural expectations of masculinity and the pressure women feel to become skilled at sexually pleasing men. “The teeth shaming starts early, of course,” she says in her show. “If you have your full set of teeth…don’t go into a room where a penis is. It’s not safe for him. Why would you put him at risk?”

Patton likens the dick joke to a “Trojan horse” of comedy. “You make them laugh hard at dick jokes, now they’re listening,” he says. “Then you can throw in something a little more meaningful, and they’re on board.”

Not that all dick jokes need to be intellectual to be taken seriously. The song “D*** in a Box” by The Lonely Island, featuring Justin Timberlake, won an Emmy. It turns out the concept wasn’t exactly new. “Decades before The Lonely Island, B.S. Pully was doing that in the ’40s and ’50s,” comedy historian Kliph Nesteroff says. “Pully would be holding a cigar box at his groin, walking down the aisle. [He would] start a show saying, ‘Cigar, would you like a cigar?’ Then he would lift up the lid, and there was a hole cut in there, and his dick was hanging out. The audience would go crazy.”

Dick jokes continue to thrive off audience reactions, according to several comedians I talked to. Bonnie McFarlane, who is best known for her appearance on Last Comic Standing and her Netflix documentary Women Aren’t Funny, began telling dick jokes when she started out in 1995. “You tell dick jokes because it’s a very male audience, so that’s what they want to hear about,” she says. “It’s been a thing since comedy started. People can really kill if they’re just doing dick jokes.” But there is a double standard, she says, when female comics are made fun of “for talking about their vaginas too much.”

That Novak, a female comic, is revolutionizing the dick joke makes sense, considering that historically, “the vanguard for so-called dick jokes and sexual material comes first and foremost from women rather than men,” Nesteroff says. He points to female comics Rusty Warren, Belle Barth, Pearl Williams, and LaWanda Page as “probably the four quote-unquote ‘dirtiest’ comedians of the ’50s and ’60s, more so than Lenny Bruce, more so than Redd Foxx.”

LaWanda Page performs for The Dean Martin Celebrity Roast in 1978.

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He also says African Americans pushed dick jokes further than any other ethnicity. African-American comedian Page’s albums from the 1970s were rich with dick jokes, referencing “the size of the man, the endurance of the man,” Nesteroff says. As Page recites in her 1973 comedy album Pipe Layin’ Dan: “Husband, dear husband, now don’t be a fool/you’ve worked on the night shift ’til you’ve ruined your tool/you’d better go hungry the rest of your life/than to bring home a pecker so soft to your wife.”

“LaWanda [told] dick jokes for the same reasons a lot of black comics do, because they had to come up in the chitlin circuit, which is basically comedy clubs or bars or places where only black audiences mainly go,” says comedian Harris Stanton, who has toured with Tracy Morgan. “When I started comedy [in 1999] I started in the chitlin circuit,” he continues. “Urban comedy became this big explosion in the United States. A lot of the young black comics couldn’t get into a lot of mainstream clubs, so they would have to perform wherever they could, and dick jokes were welcome to those places.”

African Americans were pioneers of the dick joke, but they definitely weren’t the only ethnic group telling them. Three of the other female sex-joke pioneers Nesteroff mentioned were Jewish. Pearl Williams was known for roasting overweight men when they entered the comedy club by asking, “How long has it been since you’ve seen your dick?” Lenny Bruce, one of the most famous Jewish comedians, was arrested for saying schmuck on stage in 1962. Seven years later, another famous American Jew, Philip Roth, published Portnoy’s Complaint, which is essentially a 274-page dick joke, or so some claim.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen your dick?”

“I probably owe a debt to Philip Roth that I’m not even fully aware of,” says Novak, who is Jewish. She references him directly in her show, joking, “I went off to college feeling good. It’s a Catholic-ish college. Lots of virgin boys scurrying around, scrambling for sexual experience at parties. Not me. I’m a Jew and I did the coursework in high school, so I felt like a Philip Roth figure. A Jewish pervert ready to teach.”

Jewish male comics may be drawn to dick jokes, according to Berg, who is Jewish, because, “the fact that our penises were intruded upon at a very young age probably gives us a fixation on it and makes us want to talk about it more.”

Dr. Jeremy Dauber, the Atran professor of Yiddish language, literature, and culture at Columbia University and author of Jewish Comedy, traces Jewish dick jokes all the way back to the Bible. The earliest case of laughter in Jewish tradition is Sarah’s laughter when she’s told that her 100-year-old husband Abraham will give her a child. It is “a laughter about male impotence,” Dauber says.

But comedians aren’t just laughing at penises anymore. Novak is going in the opposite direction. “I’m trying to restore [the penis] to true dignity.” Will her intellectual blow job jokes allow the dick joke to be taken more seriously? Will future comedians have to deal with the flack that Patton still gets in his reviews?

“Even like positive reviews, sometimes they’ll still point out there’s also a lot of cock, cock cock,” he says. “Why do you have to make sure everyone knows that you thought some of the subject matter was lowbrow?” He thinks reviewers roll their eyes at his dick talk because “everyone constantly is terrified that those around them don’t think that they’re that smart.”

Comedy is one of the only art forms that allows us to talk about male genitalia so openly and democratically. Whatever form the dick joke takes, from idiotic to intellectual, from poetry to prop comedy, as long as it gets a laugh, it should be celebrated. And there’s no better way to diffuse the angst surrounding the modern-day penis than a well-crafted dick joke. The more we laugh about penises (and not just at them), the happier the world might be.

Hallie Lieberman Hallie Lieberman is a sex historian and journalist, and the author of “Buzz: A Stimulating History of the Sex Toy.”

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