i do it to the fans...i mean FOR!, for, for the fans
ALL YUCKED UP WHEN THE BUZZ LETS GO
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TWO JACKASSES WALK INTO A CAREER: The Always Sketchy
Ben Moore on Being half the Laugh and The Egg he Faces.
A Rolling Stone Interview by Darvis McMannish
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The thing about Ben Moore is that you're never quite sure if the
joke's over or if it just never started. he was obviously drunk
on the phone when we agreed to meet this opressively hot summer
day in terre haute, indiana at the local denny's, perched high above
a bustling intersection of two highways at the edge of town.
and from that distinctly hoosier and maple syrup perfumed
belvedere anyone could see where the man gets it.
and by "it" i mean his drinking problem.
i was there for twenty minutes in my smoking booth, they actually
still have those in terre haute, when the waiter approached me
wearing a ridiculous little paper hat. it was him. it was Ben Moore.
as our eyes met he dove around a corner and into a poor waitress
causing her to flip her overloaded serving tray and send a cacophony of
metalic crashes and the sounds of glass breaking throughout the smoking
section.
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when he finally sits down you can see it all in his eyes: a romantic directness, a tragic pervasive whimsy, an old-soul, that and he's
drunk again.
RS: I THINK YOUR MANAGER IS TELLING YOU TO GET BACK TO WORK
Well, first off the bat, there are some things that I want to clear up. One: I do not go to LA hotspots every night with Harmony Korine and magician
David Blaine.
RS: OKAY.
And we do not refer to ourselves as the "Pussy Posse".
RS: WHY WOULD YOU?
Because i really think that that would be really disrespectful to women.
And also to posses. because i think that 'posses' and also 'rabbles'
did alot of good in the old west.
RS: WHY DO YOU DO WHAT YOU DO?
Because i have a dream for myself where in this dream i only use the words "rutti" and "tutti" because I WANT TO
*note* at this point Ben slaps himself so hard in the chest that he
knocks the wind out of himself and has to use a medicated asthma
inhaler that it turns out he keeps under his little paper hat
RS: YOU WHERE SAYING
i forget what i was saying.
RS: WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK ABOUT HOW YOUR LIFE HAS CHANGED SINCE
YOU AND YOUR BROTHER STARTED DOING A LIVE COMEDY SHOW EVERY WEDNDESDAY
AT ELEVEN PM AT THE CINEMAT, NOW SERVING BEER AND POPCORN?
Look, buddy, its 3 dollars to see it,
6 to watch me jerk off.
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