Call Me Lucky is an amazing movie — about the beloved, much-respected political humorist/children’s protection activist, Barry Crimmins — that I was lucky enough to see yesterday at the Somerville Theater, near Boston USA.
I hope you are lucky enough to see this great film, which I believe is now available on iTunes.
You could call me lucky because:
- my 17-year-old son Aaron — after spending lots of time with me recently in Edinburgh, Scotland — was still happy to spend the afternoon with me watching that funny, wrenching, illuminating and, ultimately, life-affirming film,
- in the 1980s, I got to see Barry Crimmins and all the other great Boston-based comedians who appear in Call Me Lucky, many times,
- in the 1980s, when I performed my own stand-up routine at two Open Mic nights, one of those nights was the Boston-comedy-club debut of the director of Call Me Lucky, Bobcat Goldthwait,
- I have seen and heard many wonderful films and performances at the Somerville theater over the years, including several shows by my guitar hero, Pat Metheny, and
- like Barry Crimmins, I am passionate about my chosen work, to which I am returning, today, after a two-week vacation.
You might also call me lucky because yesterday I could see
with non-red eyes, all these other interesting and wondrous things around me:
Might you call any of those shots particularly lucky?
Call me lucky for so easily finding the trailer for Call Me Lucky, on lucky YouTube.
Are there any reasons why you might call yourself lucky, here and now?
Lucky and copious thanks to Barry Crimmins, to my son Aaron, to Bobcat Goldthwait, to stand-up comedians in Boston and elsewhere, to all the brave children’s protection advocates in the world, to the Somerville Theater, and to you — of course! — whom I am lucky enough to call “my reader,” today.