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Barry Smith

Touring solo comedy shows Jesus In Montana and American Squatter, summer '07

About Me

I'm a writer, performer and humorist living in Aspen, Colorado. What, exactly, you may ask, is a "humorist?" Well...I sincerely wish I had a funny response to that...

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My Interests

Art, performance, humor, fringe festivals, blues music, writing, video/audio production, stuff...

I'd like to meet:

Them. The ones who are always saying things. Generally known as "they." You know...

Music:

Scratchy Old Pre-War Blues (by pre-war I mean World War 2, not, for example, the current war), Tom Waits, Sublime, Modest Mouse, Cypress Hill, some Jazz (just getting into it), Beastie Boys, Beck, Zappa, most all 80s punk - Butthole Surfers, Black Flag, Descendents, Minutemen, Clash, Pop-O-Pies, Suicidal, Vandals - and even into the 90s when it became "alternative" - Pixies, novelty songs in general, Ween, Django Reinhardt, Mose Allison, Captain Beefheart, Ed's Redeeming Qualities, Devil in a Woodpile, and lots of others, which I would hope would be obvious...

Movies:

National Lampoon's "Vacation," (the original), The Matrix, Serenity, Dr. Strangelove, all the Monty Python films, The Squid and the Whale, The Whole Wide World, Buster Keaton films, Napolean Dynamite, Pulp Fiction...

Television:

Arrested Development, Firefly, Simpsons, South Park, Daily Show

Books:

Vonnegut, Mark Leyner, Hunter Thompson, David Sedaris, TC Boyle, Douglas Adams, Chuck Palahniuk, R. Crumb, Woody Allen, Brautigan, Fran Lebowitz, Steve Martin, Shel Silverstein, ...

Heroes:

Well, I don't know about "hero," but I remember back in about 1986, during a skate contest at Del Mar Skate Ranch, when Jeff Phillips rolled around the bowl for his final run and, just before dropping in, took his helmet off and threw it rather theatrically into the crowd, then rolled in front-side and did a flawless run. I'm not really a "cheer at sporting events" kind of guy, but I was moved to a full-on, inhibition-free, raised-fisted howl of delight as I witnessed this moment. It was seriously punk rock. I think if I could bring just a little bit of that level of passion and intensity into my life each day, that would be a good thing. I'm considering wearing a helmet around the house, just so can rip it off before, I don't know, chopping onions or something. Chopping onions with passion and intensity...