When you talk to people who are excellent at something, they sometimes say that quality isn’t measured by how good you are on a good day when the lawn has been cut accurately and the Steinway freshly tuned, but by what you listen to is still able to afford in the really bad days. When you’ve got shit on your shoe, or when you performed in Amsterdam the day before and spent the night tripping on magic mushrooms while an over-enthusiastic Chris Rock insisted on being in a tremendously good mood. When you can hardly stop the red eyes, when you can just put down the cigarette to light the next one, when you feel like an old dog who has been beaten up a bit too often anyway – also because he’s on the one or the other bunch in the living room maybe should have done without or shouldn’t have peed on one or the other trans person’s leg.
Dave Chappelle and Chris Rock in Cologne: You’re safe here – culture
