By Andrew Wimhurst
Have you ever laughed so hard you thought you were going to bust
a gut? Or tried to stop yourself laughing and thought maybe you
were going to have a stroke? Do you ever remember being in a classroom
and some junior high wit made a comment that left you crying and
gasping into your folded arms on top of the desk? Or in a really
important college lecture and one of your pals pointed out graffiti
on the desk or made some comment about the lecturer that totally
blindsided you and you ended up having a coughing fit from trying
to suppress the giggles?
I have. All of the above happened to me when I was a kid and at
college. In fact it happened to me just now as I was reading through
a terrific new book by the talented musician, magician and raconteur,
Michael Close. That Reminds Me: Finding the Funny in a Serious World
is a 200+ page softcover book that features more than 250 of Close’s
favorite jokes. And boy, are there some great ones here. In fact,
I’ve had the pleasure of hearing many of these being delivered
by Michael in person and even rereading them sparked the same fits
and gasps.
The book arrived yesterday as I was home having a tradesman replace
some of the doors on my house. While he was busy working away, I
was in the lounge reading through the book. When I got to the joke
about the two Brits in the gentleman’s club talking about
lion hunting in Africa, I suffered a major traumatic event. First,
I laughed my ass off. I have a somewhat wicked laugh and soon I
realized the tradesman had stopped hammering and must have been
outside listening. Frankly, it was damn embarrassing. Giggling like
a schoolgirl, I tried to suppress the laughter. I started gasping
like a gerbil that had choked on a peanut: heek... heeek... heek...
heeeek! Eee-eee-eee-eee-eee-eeee-eee! The tradesman came in and
said, “You okay?” No problem, I said. All under control.
And I was all under control until I flashed back to the punch line
and lost it again. What else can I say? I laughed so hard I formed
a snot bubble.
Now there are joke books and then there are joke books. This is
not like one of those dry compilations you see in the remainder
bins. Like me, you’ll probably read it in one sitting, because
Close has authored it in a very personal, conversational style.
The book traces the arc of Close’s experience in collecting
jokes, telling them to friends, and using them professionally. You’ll
read a lot of clever insights into the art of delivering a joke
based on Close’s long experience and also on his observations
of and stories about some highly regarded comedy magicians such
as Penn Jillette, Jay Marshall and Chuck Fayne. Close includes a
lot of anecdotes about family members, band mates, clients, and
so on, that really bring this book to life. I especially enjoyed
the section on working as a musician, as many of the observations
are dead on accurate about the weirdness, exasperation, and fun
of a life in music. There are lots of true and apocryphal stories
sprinkled throughout the book, and I just lost it again now flashing
back to the Oedipus Rex anecdote. (Sheer brilliance!)
Michael Close is a guy who loves a great joke and has an uncanny
radar and impeccable taste when it comes to collecting the choicest
material to help you give your friends a big belly laugh. I certainly
hope you get a chance to see Mike do some of this stuff in person,
but for now, this book is the next best thing to being there. Even
if you’re not a joke teller yourself (and why not?) this is
a book that is a pure delight to read and I think you should take
the plunge.
By Steve Bryant Michael Close is a first-rate
pianist and sleight-of-hand magician who is frequently the life
of the party at the numerous magicians’ conventions he attends,
not only for his music or for destroying well-posted magicians with
some new magic trick he has invented, but because he happens to
be one of show business’s premier raconteurs. Michael is proud
to call himself a joke teller, and he cites joke telling as his
avocation. Although he might draw a crowd with a new card trick,
he is happier drawing a crowd with laughter. As someone once wrote
of Johnny Carson, Michael proves that talking can be talent.
Michael’s new book, That Reminds Me, is a 207-page collection
of jokes that Michael has told over the years. Jokes and the telling
of them constitute happy memories for him, not only for the jokes
themselves but for the associations they evoke. Accordingly, Michael
has organized the jokes by those associations. Indiana reminds him
of rural jokes, Las Vegas of gambling jokes. Michael’s dad,
who was Polish, reminds him of Polish jokes. Michael Bryant, a fellow
music student, reminds him of musician jokes. Eric Mead, a magical
bartender, reminds him of bar jokes, and Aldo Colombini, a lovable
Italian magician, reminds him of Italian jokes. Physician-trained
Billy McComb reminds him of doctor jokes, Jewish magician Chuck
Fayne of Jewish jokes (and those of other religions), and the hilarious
Jay Marshall and Bob Read of, well, Jay Marshall and Bob Read jokes.
A censored (by his parents) copy of Ian Fleming’s Goldfinger
reminds him of salty jokes. Within all these broad genres are subgenres
– drummer jokes, Heifetz jokes, blonde jokes, yuppie jokes,
Chihuahua jokes, Jimmy the stock boy jokes, and many others.
“You’re not trying to escape, are you?” “I
had a gig.” “He's not our regular drummer.” “Karen
Carpenter.” “Were you at the first or the second show?”
“You're not just here for the hunting, are you?” These
words, I argue, are among the funniest in the English language when
heard in the context of Mike Close’s new 207-page collection
of his favorite jokes, That Reminds Me. Here is your quandary: do
you buy this book for yourself and hoard the jokes – the best
you will ever find – to dole out at appropriate moments, or
do you buy copies of the book and give them to friends for Christmas,
birthdays, whatever? At $20 the book is a steal, available at lulu.com
(then search on the title or Mike’s name).
The jokes themselves are pure comedy gold, jokes you will immediately
want to tell your friends. (Telling jokes is not an easy skill,
and Michael sprinkles tips throughout the book on how to do it well.)
On occasion the setups are so funny you just don’t care where
the joke is headed. I was laughing so hard at a three-legged chicken
racing alongside a car or at a deranged bear hunter that I was already
transported out of the humdrum of life. (I would say that the punch
lines didn’t even matter, but that bear joke punch line just
may be the funniest line in the book.) Some of the laughs in the
book are not jokes per se but are real lines or situations that
Michael relates. I exploded with laughter upon hearing a high school
classmate’s whispered definition of Oedipus Rex, upon hearing
Eric Mead’s line regarding a troublesome spectator, upon hearing
Penn Jillette’s practical joke on a heartsick friend.
This book is brimming with humanity. You will meet wonderful people,
and you will learn a lot about Michael Close. I love the whole conceit
of the book, of jokes as autobiography. For myself, many of the
jokes took me back to when and where I was when I heard Mike Close
himself tell them to me. So purchase and revel in this book. You
will not find a funnier or warmer collection of jokes anywhere.
By Steve Walker You hear a great joke and
you can’t wait to tell it to your friends, it gets a big laugh
and you continue to tell it until you hear another great joke and
the cycle starts again. You’d think that after a while you
would have a string of great jokes but unfortunately it doesn’t
work that way. Roger Miller [King of the Road singer/songwriter]once
said your memory starts to work the second you are born and it stops
when a spotlight hits you.
Michael Close’s method of remembering jokes is to recall
people… and that reminds him of places…. and times….
and jokes, and now he’s done all of us a favour by writing
them down together with some wonderful stories of the people, the
places and the times he spent there with them. I’m lucky to
have met and in some cases [except for James and Michael B. and
Mike’s Dad] to know well, many of the people he writes about
so the fear of a spotlight hitting me has been somewhat reduced.
Now I can get on-stage inspiration from the likes of Jay Marshall,
Billy McComb, Eric Mead, Chuck Fayne and Aldo Collumbini names that
are legend in the world of magicians.
Not only does Mike tell you the jokes, he tells you how, and more
important when not to tell them and believe me they are all “tellable”
has Mike has often proved, given the right occasion.
One chapter which stands out for me, and I’m sure many others,
contains no Joke “jokes”, to use Mikes own words’
but more laughs than I care to remember ,
I simply refuse to believe that there won’t be another story,
another string of laughs or another beer with our mutual friend
the late Bob Read.
When people ask how they can be funny I always quote Bob who said
“When you know why 4x16 is funnier than 8x8”.
This book is full of “4x16” lines and stories……BUY
IT NOW…I read it and laughed until the “tears ran down
my leg” then I got to the chapter on Bob and I read it and
wept..
By Dustin Stinett
I’m not sure if I have ever come across a book so aptly titled.
This “joke book” is more than that. It’s an endearing
work that transports your mind—and soul if you so believe—to
a better place; if only for the time you spend reading it. And these
days, every minute helps.
That Reminds Me reminds me of a time when being offended was something
one just dealt with versus hiring an attorney over and/or numbing
ourselves with the latest pharmaceutical breakthrough. Heritage,
race, religion, physical appearance, whatever could be joked about
was, and we all laughed because everyone of us fell into at least
one of these categories; no one was left out.
That period was the 1970s and every store had a rack filled with
“Official” joke books. There was the Official Polish
Joke Book, I’m sure the big seller of the series, and there
were also Jewish, Irish, and my favorite (because of my heritage)
Italian versions. I really believe that these books helped America
get past Watergate and Viet Nam. We laughed again at something other
than Bob Hope Christmas Specials. Well, it’s time America
laughs again and That Reminds Me is a prescription you don’t
need a pharmacist to fill.
Mr. Close is a multi-talented professional entertainer. He is a
world class magician, jazz pianist, and is one of the funniest people
I’ve seen on stage (although I don’t believe he would
ever call himself a comedian). For decades, he has been compiling
jokes, including old chestnuts he’s returned to relevance,
jokes written by his many friends, as well as original material
he has used himself or has passed on to friends to use because he
knew it would work well for them. This book contains many of those
jokes that he has collected over the years. But again, it’s
not just a collection of jokes. As he says in the book, they are
jokes that he “has a personal relationship with.” But
even if that is all this book was—a collection of jokes—it
would be prescribed reading.
Most chapters center on Mr. Close’s friends. He weaves stories
about these people, all the while being reminded of even more jokes
that fit the current theme—his method for recalling jokes.
The names, such as Jay Marshall, Eric Mead, Billy McComb, Chuck
Fayne, and Michael Bryant will not be familiar to the average person.
Magicians will be familiar with many of the names, but not all have
met these men. Michael Close introduces you to them and his stories
captivate you so that personal acquaintance, while certainly helpful,
is not at all necessary to bring tears—usually of laughter—to
the eyes. Regardless of who these men are and what they do (or did),
Mr. Close brings you into the world that he shared with them. These
are brief visits to be sure, but he makes you want to meet those
you still can and wish that you could have met those you no longer
can.
Jokes are funny because people are funny; what they are, what they
do, what they look like. Some of us are fat—just the other
day I got on one of those fortune telling scales and the little
card said “one at a time please”—some of us are
Italian, or Polish (like Mr. Close), or golfers, musicians, magicians,
blond, black, or brown, smart or stupid. Every person on this planet
falls somewhere into a category that can be joked about: It’s
not cruel or offensive to tell a joke about these characteristics.
It’s not cruel or offensive to tell a joke about someone’s
religion. Watch the evening news and you’ll see real offensiveness
and cruelty in action. But better yet, forget about the day’s
news, pick up a copy of That Reminds Me and remind yourself that
it’s time to have a good laugh.
By Cathe Jones
Sometimes you read a book and you think, "Yeah, this is never
going to be done...", and sometimes you think, "Man I wish
this was never going to end." That Reminds Me: Finding the Funny
in a Serious World is the book that definitely falls into the latter
category, and it broke my heart when I got to the last empty page.
It was as if I was seeing a friend for the very last time. So the
solution was to go right back to the first page, and start again.
That's the magic of this book.
Mike Close is able to lure you into each chapter by making you
best friends with every person he introduces you to- you're intimate,
you're bonded, you're teased, and you're heartbroken, just as he
is. The jokes that make the story complete are wonderful. But as
wonderful as they are, they are not half as endearing as the friendships
the man has maintained throughout the years with those people for
whom each chapter is dedicated. The warmth transcends the humor,
and the love between this man and these mentors, compadres, and
miscreants, brings you to the key places in his life that changed
him as a person.
You feel his world change around him, and you feel yourself change,
too. You know you are now part of some experience of the sage magician
and comedic master who has entertained thousands of people throughout
his career. You feel the moments he is falling for his bride, and
you shiver with him in the cold British Isles. You become part of
Mike Close.
This is the magic of That Reminds Me: Finding the Funny in a Serious
World. Yes, you will laugh. Yes, you will shed a tear. You may have
a shiver or two. You will recognize yourself in his words if you're
lucky. But, what is most impressive is that you will definitely
feel as if you've found a dear friend in the man, even if you've
known him for years, or heard all of these jokes before. This is
one heck of a book, from one hell of a guy. Which reminds me.. let
me know if you've heard this one...
By Eric Mead - December 2007 Issue Genii Magazine
Did you hear the one about a well-known magician who wrote a joke
book?
In addition to being a terrific magician and writer, Michael Close
is a superb joke teller. His mental Rolodex of jokes is seemingly
endless, and he is an expert at stringing the gags together and
wringing maximum laughter out of them. He knows jokes that are quick
one-liners and he knows the longest of shaggy dog stories. He knows
verbal jokes and puns and jokes that can only be performed by standing
up and moving wildly about the room. He knows squeaky-clean jokes
and he knows the dirtiest jokes around. Michael Close knows jokes.
That Reminds Me is a joke book. Books like this are not usually
thought of as sources of material for professional performers, as
they contain a specific variety of joke known to comedians as “take
home jokes” or somewhat pejoratively, “joke jokes.”
These are the jokes you hear guys telling in the bar on Friday after
work, the jokes you tell your friends whenever you’ve heard
a good one, and the jokes that seem so lame when they are passed
around by forwarding e-mail. They are not topical, they aren’t
usually personalized in any way, and in most cases it’s not
known who wrote the original version.
Strange in light of the volumes of original work that he’s
published previously, that this book about generic jokes turns out
to be the most personal book in Mr. Close’s catalog. He tells
us of his relationship with his father, growing up in Indiana, his
life in music and in magic, and reveals many things that might surprise
readers of his previous works. These personal stories and observations
are used to frame and give context to the jokes, and end up giving
real insight into the author. Magicians will be interested in the
terrific profiles and remembrances of funny men like Jay Marshall,
Billy McComb, and Bob Read. The chapter about Bob Read is particularly
touching, with stories that will make the reader laugh out loud,
and great memories of one of the best comic performers of our time.
The writing exposes as much about the author as it does about Read,
and in recounting something obviously emotional and difficult for
him, Close releases some of his deepest feelings about humanity,
about humor, and about life and death. Heavy stuff for a joke book,
but it is here that Close is briefly in sight of the book’s
subtitle, “Finding the Funny in a Serious World.” Since
this book was obviously written for a wider audience than the magic
community, I would like to have seen photographs of the funny people
he profiles, but that is a minor quibble.
What about the actual jokes? Close has delivered over 250 jokes
here and there are jokes of every stripe and variety. If you are
offended by adult language or themes, you’re out of luck,
as the system Mr. Close has chosen to organize the material does
not separate jokes with blue themes or vulgar language completely
from the clean jokes. As the title implies, much of the book is
written in a stream of consciousness fashion, with one joke reminding
him of another, which reminds him of another—just like sitting
with Mike when he’s really on a roll.
What was most surprising was the quantity of jokes that were fresh.
I tell jokes as much as anyone and have read dozens of joke books
of varying quality, yet I’d estimate that every eight or nine
pages I would come across a joke I had never heard. The discovery
of new jokes is one thing, but how much more delightful to find
a joke I had known for years with a subtle new turn of phrase, or
trimmed down slightly in a way that would make the joke play better
than the way I’ve always told it. If reading the jokes is
the main event here, it consistently delivers big laughs and a constant
mantra of “I need to remember that one.”
By Martin Gardner Michael Close, magician,
pianist, and joke-teller, is well known in magic circles for his
appearances at conventions and writing books on conjuring. He has
put together a collection of more than 250 of what he considers
the funniest of the jokes he has collected from his friends and
told himself over the years.
It’s a superb collection. If you are squeamish about four-letter
words, especially the f-word, and jokes on the deep blue side, then
this book is not for you. But if you enjoy dirty jokes you’ll
find yourself roaring with laughter as you turn the pages. Some
of the jokes are squeaky clean, but many are not, especially those
in the next-to-last chapter where Close gathered the “really
dirty jokes.”
The jokes fall roughly into the following categories: Polish jokes
(Close is half Polish), dumb blonde jokes, Las Vegas jokes, golf
jokes, doctor jokes, Alzheimer jokes, show biz jokes, bar jokes,
carnival jokes, sick jokes, animal jokes, military jokes, music
jokes, religious jokes, and, of course, raunchy sex jokes. Among
the book’s great animal jokes, here’s a quickie that
broke me up: A grasshopper walks into a bar. The bartender says,
“Wow, funny you should come in her. We have a drink named
after you.” The grasshopper says, “You have a drink
called Stanley?”
In between the jokes are fragments of autobiography. Magicians
weave in and out: Penn Jillette, Billy McComb, Johnny Thompson,
Eric Mead, Chuck Fayne, Bob Read. A chapter titled “Jay”
is a fine tribute to the late Jay Marshall, whom Close often accompanied
on piano during his famous Lefty routine. Movie star Tony Randall
provides some of the book’s loudest laughs.
Visual jokes, requiring some sort of body movements as part of
a punch line, are marked in the margins with a small eye. Close
is particularly fond of jokes with punch lines impossible to anticipate,
especially jokes that are unintelligible until the last word of
a punch line.
In a final chapter titled “The Last Laugh,” Close turns
serious. He tells about a painful illness that hit him when he and
his wife Lisa were in Guatemala to pick up their adopted daughter
Ava Rosabelle. He closes with this sober advice: “Life is
tough. Life wants tears. Fight back; look hard and try to find the
funny. I think this is one of the most important things I can teach
my daughter. Fortunately, she has a head start. As I mentioned in
the Dedication, she has a great laugh.”
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