Just ’cause. I’m a bit of a homer when it comes to my comedy and art.
I remember the first time I saw Mitch: he opened for Dennis Miller at the State Theatre in Minneapolis, for some sort of benefit for flooding. Mitch came onstage, packed house, most people had no idea who he was. For about 5 or 6 jokes, no one got him. Then, all at once, EVERYONE got him. I’ve never seen anyone kill like that.
Miller came out for his set, and he knew that he had been owned. He was doing old material, and not just old material, stuff that’d been on his HBO specials. He walked out, stepped up to the mic, and said, “I love it when I have to follow the local Wunderkind.”
You are missed, Mitch.