I live in New York. I am a comedian, writer and actor. My day job is blogging for VH1.com. I write about the silly things celebrities and pop stars do, so you know...God's work.
You may have seen my writing on many other reputable websites (McSweeney's, The Huffington Post, Hello Giggles, xojane.com, The Hairpin, Splitsider, The FW, etc.). I also write crazy blogs about Game of Thrones, Magneto and Jeff Goldblum.
Life's weird, right?
Robert Carlock, NYMag.com
I said this back when they announced Joey, and I’ll say it again: you can do a spin-off of Friends, but you can’t have the show follow any of the original friends. Their magic is their chemistry. Initially, I thought the spin-off should be Gunther. Meaning, we keep Central Perk as the series’ main set, but you switch the dressing and perspective so it’s not about the pretty people who hang out there, but the art freaks and hipsters who work there. So it’s set in a familiar universe, but skewed. (Also, that means the original friends can have awesome cameos at sweeps.) Now, I would reboot the show and have six new friends who are more hapless, less beautiful and in much more dire straights. Again, shift the perspective and the set dressing, but keep them in Central Perk. You could do so much with subtle jokes that compare and contrast 1990’s NYC and present day NYC. And, there would be the chance to address all the critics who said the original Friends was too glossy and whitewashed. Do it over. Keep what’s eternal—the story of six twenty somethings clinging to each other to get by—but update the context and tone of the humor.
*sigh* But no one ever listens to me. Probably because I’ve never run a show or something…
(A paraphrased facebook message conversation)
My high school friend: Hey! I’m going to be in New York this Wednesday and Thursday for work. If you’re not too busy, maybe we can meet up!
Me: I have improv class on Thursday, but on Wednesday I just have to do a mic at this really fun gay piano bar in the Village. You should come! It’s super fun! An open mic at a gay piano bar! The Village! Fun!
My friend: ….
My friend: How about you just text me after your open mic and maybe we can get drinks/coffee somewhere.
I don’t know why my high school friends would be surprised that I think hanging out at gay piano bars is like…the best thing ever. I listened to a lot of Rent back then. Then again, maybe it’s not the gay piano bar thing, but the open mic thing. However, this is the girl who agreed to be my Paul Schaffer if I ever got a Dave Letterman-type gig. We were 18. She knew I wanted to work in comedy. Meh.