December 20, 2018
Tuesday
8:00 p.m.
Minneapolis, MN
Test schedule
A live performance with Robin and Linda Williams at the Cedar Cultural Center
May 20, 2018
Sunday
3:00 p.m.
Lexington, MA
Lexington, MA
A live performance at the Saenger Theatre
April 10, 2018
Tuesday
8:00 p.m.
Tulsa, OK
Tulsa, OK
A live performance at the Brady Theater
March 17, 2018
Saturday
8:00 p.m.
Long Beach, CA
Long Beach, CA
A live performance at the Carpenter Performing Arts Center
March 15, 2018
Thursday
7:00 p.m.
Mobile, AL
Mobile, AL
A live performance at the Saenger Theatre
Exhausted Faculty, Anxious Graduates, Weepy Parents and Angry Taxpayers: It’s a great privilege to be your commencement speaker, but nevertheless I will be brief. First, my congratulations. I wish you a good career and a wonderful life. In fact, life is pretty good in America today, except for the fact that there is more self-pity than ever before, but that is the fault of my generation, a glum bunch to be sure. We are counting on you graduates to do better.
My generation felt we were sensitive idealists compared to our folks, the earnest materialists who had hauled up out of the Dirty Thirties and built the suburbs and freeways. We were going to live genuine lives and not be phonies. We were going to be poets. Instead, we became patients.
Absorbed in our own childhood, we turned maudlin as we aged and we shifted the focus of public life away from the celebration of American culture and toward confessional therapy. Somebody pulled the sickroom shades in America, and now America feels dysfunctional, abused, addicted, dependent, in pain, trying to come to terms with it. Now fat people are considered disabled, there are programs for owliness, and everyone who leaves the house in the morning carries a note from his Inner Mom saying, “Be gentle to my boy, he has Been Through a Lot.”
All in all, there is more self-pity available to wallow in now than there was during the Great Depression when your grandparents lived in grimy little houses with newspaper stuffed in the cracks and worked so hard their bodies hurt at night. Complaining was against their religion, though. They believed that if you smile, you’ll feel better. And so they were big on throwing parties. People back then liked to stand around a piano and sing; people danced at parties and they told jokes that made each other laugh.
Today, when people my age give a party, we sit slumped in a circle and talk about sexual harassment and child abuse and people weep and uncover painful memories and some guy says he doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about and other people throw up their arms and screech at him and at each other and someone makes a little joke and other people glare at him (how can you?) and finally when everyone is bummed out or livid with anger, we go home and write in our journals about how awful everyone was.
I’m sorry, but this is not civilized. It isn’t even nice.
As your commencement Speaker, I ought to be orating about America’s role in the world or about the value of hard work.
America is a great country and her role in the world is to stand up for democracy and the freedom of the human spirit while waging hard-headed diplomacy. Work is a necessity and a privilege, and if you do your job and do it well, you can look anybody straight in the eye.
But I am less worried about our vision and our industry than I am about our lack of humor. The greatness of America is that it produces exuberant geniuses like Louis Armstrong and Fred Astaire and John Updike and Leonard Bernstein. We are meant to be a jazzy people who talk big talk and jump up on the table and dance; we aren’t supposed to be dopey and glum and brood over old injuries.
Laughter is what proves our humanity, and the ability to give a terrific party is a sign of true class. When Moses came down from the mountain with the clay tablets, he said, “Folks, I was able to talk Him down to 10. Unfortunately, we had to leave Adultery in there, but you will notice that Solemnity was taken out.” And that night the Israelites killed the fatted calf and drank wine and told Bible jokes in celebration.
So I call on this class of 1994 to throw itself a party. Sit in the moonlight and drink Champagne or put beads up your nose and tell limericks, do what needs to be done, just be sure not to spend much money or drink if you’re going to drive, and don’t invite me, I’d only slow you down. Get together in a comfortable place with people you like a lot, dance, be romantic, be silly, and see if you can get each other laughing by making fun of your elders. Satire, kids, is your sacred duty as Americans. Be funny. Poke them cows and make them moo.