Behold Richard Jeni: the worlds most famous unknown comedian. Maybe youve heard his name before but you cant place his face. Hes not flashy, lewd or loud. And hes highly unlikely to disappear and turn up in a South African rehab center.
Where youll find Jeni is on the stage. Thats where hes been night after night, town after town, decade after decade, doing what he does best: killing. Hes the perfect image of a stand-up comedian. But hes not ready to be bronzed and mounted in front of the National Comedy Hall of Fame, coated with pigeon turds for eternity just yet. The man still has some work to do.
These days, Jeni is wearing out Americas pavement in support of his third HBO comedy special, A Big Steaming Pile of Me, which debuted this past winter. The cable TV special is vintage stand-up: a stream of articulate observations and petty gripes, all dovetailing beautifully as the laughs build and build. In an antic 90 minutes, Jeni recounts hate mail from someone who refers to him as a punk faggot, imagines a shootout with a crazed Martha Stewart, describes marriage as a choice between being lonely and being irritated, and explains how only Americans can turn a beautiful French pastry into a crossainwich.
It all seems effortless because its the essence of good stand-up; one man speaking his mind. He simply does the material: he doesnt rap, perform haikus or dirty poems, smash gourds or Git er done.
I dont want to do that, in fact, Id rather be less famous and do what I want to do. Somebody like Carrot Top has to be a certain thing, Jeni says.
Whats even more amazing is the fact that Jeni has survived for more than 20 years on his own merits, when so many others require a gimmick to get big. Hes never had to rely on some sort of hook or phony persona. Thats a different job, Jeni says. Having to get into character and talk about stuff you dont care about because youre in character? Thats more like work.
This lack of a signature bit is like a get out of jail free card for the seasoned comedian. It keeps it fresh, Jeni says. This last HBO special was kind of a departure for me, and probably something I wouldnt have been able to do if I had established the hes the guy who cant get along with women or hes the redneck guy thing. A Big Steaming Pile of Me was more political and had a lot more social commentary. It was more theatrical.
And more than anything, its unusually high standards that have kept Jeni from pursuing more film roles or pushing for a massive sitcom deal like his filthy rich contemporaries Jerry Seinfeld and Ray Romano. True, he took a shot at the small screen with an early 90s UPN sitcom called Platypus Man, but the shows failure only crystallized his faith in stand-up. I dont think you can serve all these different masters and nourish all these talents and still be happy with the work, Jeni says. For a guy like Jeni, comedy not celebrity is the brass ring. I dont really need money that I wont be able to spend anyway. I just want to keep doing comedy. I dont think people give stand up enough credit as a craft.
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