This post isn’t about public relations per se, but it is about communications; it’s about someone who was one of the great communicators of the last fifty years, a master of wordplay and a true American court jester for our uncertain times.
Nothing was ever sacred, out of bounds or off limits with George Carlin, who died unexpectedly of heart failure at 71 on Sunday; he always walked up to the line of cultural propriety drawn by our self-proclaimed protectors of decency and boldly stepped over it, didn’t matter if you were a Republican, a Democrat (although not so frequently), fat or thin, smart or stupid, rich or poor, corporate or blue collar, gifted athlete or celebrity superstar, or even, perish the thought, God…if you had grand pretensions, delusions of grandeur, mendacity in your heart or greed in your gut, were trying to sell us something totally worthless or, better yet bad for our health, or had trouble telling the truth to him and the American people he directed his humor toward, it was open season and you didn’t stand a chance against one of the sharpest minds ever to unleash a verbal volley.
When I heard early this morning that he had died, I spent about an hour listening again to those classic Carlin standup albums from the early 70s – “Class Clown” and “Toledo Windowbox” in particular. They’ve never failed, and they didn’t this time either; Once again I was laughing so hard -- deep, deep laughter that always feels so, so satisfying – after the first brief opening bits of Class Clown; whether Carlin was riffing on religion (couldn’t tolerate it and spent 40 years of his career lampooning the fatuous, blind obedience of organized religion and its followers), modern society (we inherited America – well, actually stole it from the Indians and Mexicans but who wants to remember that? But anyway, look what we’ve done – we’ve created a nation of shopping malls in between mini malls next to minimarts beside muffler shops…), the pharmaceutical industry (“Womb Broom! Preg-Not! And one that doesn’t work all the time – Baby Maybe!” in exposing the relentless pursuit of any prescription medicine the industry could market to guileless Americans to extract ever greater profits at the expense of health and reason), and of course, the “Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television!” (still can’t, by the way).
I was thirteen years old and my emergent adolescent view of the world around me was reflected in large measure through the lens which George Carlin used to view America…I spent many, many nights crouched over my brother’s turntable, he and I and a couple of like-minded acolytes straining to listen and to not laugh too loud because even though my parents were relatively enlightened, they couldn’t “get” the long-haired hippie with the unbelievably dirty (but incredibly razor sharp) mind, and once they overheard the extended bit on the couple having sex while the guy’s dog Tippy struggles with bad gas at the foot of the bed, George lost his housing privileges at the Regan home.
I will truly miss George Carlin; not afraid to say that I was deeply saddened this morning when I heard the news (if this were a piece of notepaper rather than a collection of X’s and O’s, there would be a tear stain right about here.) I always felt like there was balance in our culture when he was working – he called comedy an art and he was meticulous about his craft, but he really worked to deliver an unvarnished product that just happened to be about the funniest stuff you could ever get for $19.99 a month with your HBO subscription (George did many, many HBO specials), $13.99 for Class Clown on CD or, now, for free in the YouTube generation because classic Carlin clips are all over the internet. There was never any bullshit, certainly no facades, superficiality, or affected status and it was these characteristics of his art that I felt helped keep me honest and grounded as I matured and felt the constant struggle and tug of artifice and pursuit of false hopes in modern America.
When I entered the public relations profession – a fraught pursuit of truth if ever there was one – I only ever needed to put on a Carlin album or watch George on HBO to stay tethered to the real truths and laugh that deep, deep truly satisfying laugh at all the lunacy and folly around us that George so easily skewered. George, wherever you are (and I know, if it were up to you as an avowed atheist, you wouldn’t be anywhere around to receive this note in any shape or form), here’s one more heartfelt thank you…and, dare I say it, “God bless” to a great communicator of great truths.
-- Brian Regan