Bobcat Goldthwait, filmmaker and shouty-mouthed comic, is headed to town tomorrow night to restore the Bossanova Ballroom to its Bridgetown glory (or as CLOSE TO IT as possible, ugh, next year is SO FAR AWAY), and I’d like to take this opportunity to correct a commonly held assumption about ol’ Bobcat. See, if you know who he is, you probably associate him with this, all fringe and volume and brief nudity:
Right?
WRONG. Though that video is arguably Goldthwait’s most iconic, he doesn’t really look or sound like that anymore. Here’s a more recent video of him, giving a commencement address at East Coast Reed Hampshire College in Amherst, Massachusetts:
Still funny, but at a totally different volume. Heartwarming fact for those of you who didn’t make it through that whole video, I have no use for you, BUT ALSO—Goldthwait’s daughter, Tasha Goldthwait, was in Hampshire’s graduating class that year. Less heartwarming fact: That same weekend, at a nearby finishing school for ladies, MY commencement speaker was not nearly as funny.
But you know what? I don’t think ANY commencement speaker is as funny as Bobcat Goldthwait. If Saturday’s show is half as funny as his graduation-day tirade, it’ll be almost enough to help us all get over Bridgetown being over. Almost.
