Michele and I went to Tulsa Saturday night to see Conan O’Brien’s Legally Prohibited from Being Funny on television Tour. I got the tickets on Ebay because I wanted us to do something bigger and different from just dinner and a movie for our Anniversary date (we celebrate 15 years on Thurs).
Neither of us had ever been to any comedy shows other than a few acts that came to Harding when we were students there and a show or two in Branson over the years. Our expectation was that we would see something like the Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien (which he hosted for too short a time). Much of the show was like the Tonight Show only funnier and with more energy. Here are my thoughts…
The Good and the Funny
Conan was hysterically funny! Michele and I both like his self-deprecating, quirky humor – it’s not for everyone but it makes us laugh. O’Brien is at his best playing off of the crowd and his sidekick Andy Richter. My favorite parts of the show: Conan trying to boost Tulsa’s self-esteem (he was very funny comparing his stop in Tulsa to other tour cities such as Dallas and Chicago); Conan’s singing – Conan played a number of songs such as a closing rendition of I Will Survive complete with really funny personalized lyrics; my absolute favorite part of the show was Conan showing random out-0f-context clips of Walker Texas Ranger (that probably doesn’t sound funny – but if you’ve seen him do it on the Tonight Show you know what I mean – I was in tears!).
All in all Conan kept things in the PG to PG-13 range. His guests were another matter…
The Bad and the Ugly
We almost didn’t make it past the opening act. The opening comic’s act got progressively worse and more vulgar. Michele kept squeezing my hand as we got more and more uncomfortable. Were we the only ones not laughing? Probably.
There was a brief intermission after the opening. Michele and I were agreed. If Conan’s show was like this we weren’t going to sit through it no matter what we paid for the tickets. I was almost expecting us to end up at Braums eating ice cream for the remainder of our date.
Fortunately, Conan came out and was Conan. No, he wasn’t a squeaky clean and yes there were still some parts of his act that I could live without, but not raunchy like his opening act.
Where is that line?
The tension of living in the world but not being of the world is always present. Most of us have walked out of movies, turned of television shows, and left the presence of certain people simply because we knew we were someplace we didn’t belong. During that opening act when Michele was squeezing my hand we both were feeling the same thing. Michele said to me “this is how we’re suppose to feel.” She was right; we shouldn’t feel comfortable in those settings.
If we had left the show it wouldn’t have been any kind of protest; there seems to be little use in cursing the darkness. We can’t expect that those who don’t know Christ will live as Christ. But for those of us who do try to live as Christ sometimes that realization of our distinctiveness can be a little painful (as it should be) and we just have to get away from it.
I think I’m going to be asking this question to some brothers this week (the guys I meet with on Tuesday mornings and to the teenagers I teach on Wed nights): “How much of the bad and ugly can we/ should we tolerate to get to the good and funny?” How do we respond? How should we respond?