Montgomery Clift hangs out at the Hollywood Roosevelt. Lon Chaney frequents a corner bus stop. Joan Crawford’s dog won’t leave her former home.
He sneered, snarled and shrieked. Assaulting his audiences with insults – and parlaying his outrageous brand of humor into numerous television appearances and his own HBO special.
One evening soon after Sam Kinison’s tragic death in a senseless auto accident, the marquees of every nightclub on the Sunset Strip blazed with farewell messages in memory of the fun loving evangelist-turned comedian.
Sam Kinison lived for confrontation. No sweet words and kisses from this comic–more like up-the-volume shrieks and hisses to get his message out.
In the ’80s, Sam Kinison served as comedy’s raw nerve, dipping below the surface of civility to become the screaming embodiment of blind, bewildered rage.
Colleagues remember shock comic’s off-stage kindness. But the tribute they’ll tape in Anaheim won’t be syrupy