Does anybody think this Maddox character may actually
be Andy? I think it's very possible; the guy's quite
clever. Does anybody remember when he was asked if
he was Andy Kaufman? He came back with that ambiguous
reply something like "No sir. Absolutely not. He's
Jesus. And nobody else can be Jesus, but Jesus.
& Who's this shady looking fella at the bottom of
the page holding that sign? Is this supposed to be
Maddox?
To me, it almost seems like if Andy did fake his
death, maybe he'd never reveal it ever and just
entertain himself with it for as long as he lives.
After all, he didn't want anybody to know the Truth
about the whole Jerry Lawler Saga, but he feels the
same about his fake death; after all he was only
entertaining himself.
You know, I was at the Andy Kaufman tribute that occurred over a year from now. I had a $100 dollar
ticket. For some ****ed up reason they made me stand
with the people who only paid $50 bucks. While I was
near the end of the House of Blues I noticed a boisterous fella near the far end; he was laughing
at almost everything Bob Zmuda was saying at the
opening of the show; even the things Bob didn't
even intend to me funny. He looked like the guy
in that picture. I'm not making this up. It's
absolutely true.
Now in retrospect, I really think that could have been
the Man. That would've been brilliant if it was him.
I mean here's the guy that the entire audience paid
a crap-load of cash to see, and he's a member of the
audience! It's genius. And it sounds like something
the Man would do.
Where did Hitler keep his armies? --In his sleevies.
That was a joke my Grandad told me when I was a kid. I feel bad for saying Hitler.
I read this today, from "Nietzsche, Geneology, History" written by Michel Foucault.
"A geneology of values, morality, asceticism, and knowledge will never confuse itself with a quest of their "origins," will never neglect as inaccessible the vicissitudes of history. On the contrary, it will cultivate the details and accidents that accompany every beginning; it will be scrupulously attentive to their petty malice; it will await their emergence, once unmasked, as the face of the other. Wherever it is made to go, it will not be reticent-- in "excavating the depths," in allowing time for these elements to escape from a labyrinth where no truth had ever detained them."
"What is found at the historical beginning of things is not the inviolable identity of their origin; it is the dissension of other things. It is disparity."
