It’s About Goddamn Time Part Two
During his stay in Austrailia, Bill spent most of his time in his hotel room, suffering from the terrible pain in his side. After returning to New York City, he went to see his physician, and he did not receive good news for him. It was Pancreatic Cancer, and, though it was treatable, it would be tough to beat. After the meeting with his doctor, Bill famously broke his nine-month boycott of cigarettes, asking for one as soon as he was in the car.
With his mortality in sight, Bill kicked into high gear, recording more albums than he ever had, writing two books, and even began developing a TV series for British television in which he and the co-creator would expose those who were dragging down “our collective unconscious, and making us pay a higher psychic price for it.” The BBC was planning on giving it the go-ahead
With months left to go in his life (and only a handful of people in the know), Bill was booked on the first month of the new Letterman show on CBS. Bill came on for the 12th time, performing the usual dumbed-down, self-edited material that was necessary to be on network TV, but this time Bill felt his set was the closest it could be to his actual comedy club performances. This made it all the more confusing to him when the Letterman people called him that night to tell him his set would not be making to air.
Instead of out rightly bitching about it, he let the controversy come to him, doing interviews with people like Howard Stern and Len Belzer. The ultimately tragic thing about this is that while riding this train, his cancer (which had been getting better) started to get worse. Everyone wanted a piece of Bill, and he had barely anything left to give. So he spent the last weeks of his professional career touring, and, in an effort to prove that Standards and Practices had grossly over-estimated the taste of mainstream America, he would open with his Letterman set to see how the real America reacted to it.
He recorded his last show (1 of 7 seen here) and went to spend his last days in his family home in Little Rock. He often spoke of the pitiable way that terminally ill patients spent their last days in a hospital, surrounded by strangers, and obviously wanted to avoid that, considering how he spent his last day weeks with family (playing for them the music that had profoundly affected his life) and people he loved.
Bill Hicks died on February 26, 1994 and was buried in Leakesville, Mississippi. Less than a week later, the most tragic thing possible (besides his death) happened. He lost the American Comedy Award to “Carrot Top”.
I’d like to say to you, the audience, if you’ve never heard of Bill Hicks, but think Carrot Top and/or Gallager are hilarious, than you need to grow up a bit before you move onto Carlin or Hicks. If you think Dennis Leary is funny, and you think his “No Cure For Cancer” Showtime show was great, than guess what, you are a Bill Hicks fan. Why? Because Dennis Leary stole a lot of Bill Hicks’ material for that show. Do you want to hear a great joke (that I didn’t come up with Dennis, you lucky bastard)? “Why is Leary popular and Hicks dead? Because there’s ‘No Cure For Cancer.”
God love you Bill Hicks












