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New Territory For Me.

Okay, People



First, the e-book of my memoir ‘Attempting Normal’ is on sale for a limited time, for $1.99, everywhere e-books are sold. So, there’s that.



I am having an amazing time shooting the new season of ‘Maron’ and I’m not an amazing time kind of guy. I think the reason is that I have a few seasons under my belt and that I chose to go a completely different direction with the show. I really didn’t want to continue doing the show but I decided to challenge the character at the end of last season and now he is new territory. New territory for the viewer and new territory for me. The character of me is established enough and I feel confident enough with the depth of how we write him that we can now go a new direction that is not directly based on my life. So, with every episode me and the character of me are in new territory and it’s exciting. Lynn Shelton is directing the first two. I met her on my podcast. I love her work and she’s an amazing director and that makes it fun as well. Bobcat Goldthwait is in again for three episodes starting this week and he’s great too. So, new world, new stories, nothing is the same, great directors = Marc having fun so far.



On a more intense note, I have been a bit dragged into the nasty cluster fuck of accusations and attacks on Amy Schumer. It’s a horrendous display of humanity but can you even call it that when so much of it is from a nameless, faceless horde of hateful man-children? A segment of one of our shows, Episode 649 with Aaron Draplin, was played by Opie and Jim on their Sirius show to illustrate that I didn’t think Amy was a joke thief, which I don’t. But they used a YouTube version of the clip that was was re-edited and manipulated to make it sound like I *do* think Amy is a joke thief. My actual words were edited and moved around in order to serve the agenda of attacking Amy. If you listen to the actual version, the monologue is about me panicking that we had a similar joke on our specials. We do. Neither one of us stole it from the other. It happens. This isn’t the point. The point someone used me and manipulated what I said to attack her. Heinous.



The malignant momentum against Schumer has nothing to do with joke stealing or justice and everything to do with hate and attempted annihilation being carried out by frightened, angry, faceless cowards. They are using her vulnerability and her personality as a portal in an attempted verbal and online gang rape of her career. She is being attacked by an army of unfuckable hate nerds who want to destroy her pride, humanity, career and sense of self. It is so clear if you look where this is coming from who these men are. They are ever-present in the history of this country and this is how they hurt people now. They are afraid of change and feel that their way of life is slipping away from them. Look, I’m a guy. I have my sexist moments, but misogyny requires commitment and these guys are committed to it. And that is what this is about. No doubt. I’ll talk about this a bit on today's show.



Also today, Michael Moore actually gets pretty candid with me. We talk about his new film ‘Where to Invade Next’ which is really a new direction for him. It is provocative and disturbing without being heavy-handed. On Thursday I talk to music writer Peter Guralnick about rock and roll and his new book, ‘Sam Phillips: The Man who Invented Rock and Roll.’ Good talks.





Enjoy!



Boomer lives!



Love,



Maron

The Dust.

All cleaned up, people.



I start shooting season 4 of Maron for IFC today. I have a 6:00 A.M. call time. I’ve been trying to clear my head and get grounded for the two and a half month haul that is shooting thirteen episodes of this show. That is a break neck pace FYI. It will be intense. It will be all I’m doing, that and two podcasts a week. Yup, as those of you who have been with us for a while know, we keep delivering the goods.



So, needless to say, I’ve been stressed. Not as much as I used to be before starting the show. The beautiful thing about this season is it’s a completely different show. For those of you who watched season 3 know that I am not in great shape. I’ve let some shit go. That means I don’t have to worry about a lot of mundane shit this year like my hair, my clothes, beard… freedom from vanity and preening. It’s also going to be exciting to be untethered from what the old show was and moving into an entirely fictional (kinda) world of possibilities. It will be new to all of us. I’m excited about shooting. I’m pretty amped up. I’ve had to try to ground myself and relax. I don’t really know how to do that. What do I use— deep breaths? No. Nicotine lozenges, coffee, food, a little working out, masturbation…. yes, all those. But this time I locked into some compulsive cleaning. It is true people. I deep cleaned the garage.



Between us, the garage was getting kind of gross. I vacuum occasionally, a bit. I pile stuff. I move stuff but the dust… oh my God, the dust. It had started layering and getting grimey. What used to be a cool space with all kinds of cool stuff was starting to look like a neglected roadside museum of some kind. Look a bit closer and everything is covered with grime. If dust is human skin my garage was covered with several layers of the skin cells of about 675 famous to kind of famous people, including a president. If lightning were to strike it into some primordial inceptive start of new life form it would be a monster with multiple neurotic personalities, an amazing imagination, great sense of humor and the ability to lead worlds. Probably shouldn’t have vacuumed and dusted. Had to though. It was nasty. Took me 3 days of many hours at a stretch. I got everything out, went through it, garbaged some stuff, cleaned some other stuff, put it all back in. Now, it is as pristine as a lot of old stuff can be. Oh, and the spider webs were everywhere. I don’t know how I don’t notice them. I rarely see spiders but they definitely vacation in my garage. I was starting to think word had gotten out that my garage was actually creepy. Well, IT ISNT NOW. It’s nice.



My guest today appreciates creepy. Today I have a nice long talk with Crispin Glover and I think we got some stuff nailed down. On Thursday the brilliant Cintra Wilson hangs out and we talk about her and her new-ish book. Love her. Also on Thursday a little chat with Zach Galifianakis.



Enjoy!



Boomer lives!



Love,



Maron

Someone Make That Happen

Aw, shit, People-



Golden Globes! Yep. I’m watching them right now. I love them. I know it’s shallow. I know it doesn’t mean anything in the big picture… but it does. I love show business. No matter how cynical I may seem or how bitter I come off or how jealous I feel. I love show business. I know I go through this every time an award show is on. I have to cop to it. I love what I do, what I have done. I’ve achieved almost everything I set out to do in my life but for some dumb reason I want to wear a tux and be validated by show business. I can accept that it probably won’t happen and, again, I am really okay with that. Seriously. It’s just that there is a little longing, a little heartache to it for some reason. I know it’s an ego thing or a validation thing or just a… no, those are the two.



I know I have talked to many people I see sitting at the tables I see on TV right now. I know I am on a first name basis with some of them. I know that my podcast is respected and listened to by many of them and that is what I am known for. But I‘m a comic, a creator. I have a TV show. I want to be at the thing and be nominated for a thing but maybe my things just don’t cut it. Who knows? I know I do one thing real well. So, I’ll settle for a Peabody. Someone make that happen.



I’m thankful I can appreciate and feel good enough about myself and what I do to not be angry at show business anymore. It’s okay to live with a little heartache. It’s easier when you’ve found your thing and it works and no one can tell you how or what to do. So, I’m good.



Genius is an elusive thing. It is a word we all toss around but there are few real geniuses. Charlie Kaufman is one of them. A true creative genius with a fluidity of imagination that is really unrivaled. He is on the show today along with Duke Johnson, the co-director of Charlie's new film, Anomalisa. It is a rare, dark movie. I’ve never seen anything like. I was thrilled that he decided to come on the show. I’m glad Duke was there too. It was a great talk.



On Thursday I talk to Garrett Morris. He’s the first original Not Ready For Prime Time Player I’ve had in the garage (I had Lorraine Newman on a live one). It is a doozy of a talk. Loved it.



Enjoy!



Boomer lives!



Love,

Maron

Honor It.

We’re in it, People!



2016.



It feels like just another day in some ways, obviously, but I do feel a shift in my thinking. I guess that has something to do with the transition into a new year. It may have something to do with resolutions. I don’t really make resolutions but I think my brain naturally reflects on the marking of another year and makes a half-assed attempt at convincing me that we should do some things differently.



The main things I am up against when this inner discussion happens are habits. Mental habits, physical habits, the patterns and loops we live our lives in mentally.

Changing behavior is aggravating because most of the time it isn’t satisfying. I think I do things because I want to feel a certain way and sometimes I act impulsively. Stifling that impulse is doable but holding the stifling is torturous sometimes. The impulse festers and takes on a life of it’s own. The only way you can get through this, I believe, is just let the impulse scream and yell and cry. It’s doing that because it’s dying. If you don’t feed it, it will die. Unfortunately, they regenerate rather quickly, so you may have to deal with the death screams of impulses a lot. You get used to them and you can try negotiating with them like you would a child. Sometimes that placates them. I find that as I get older these impulses get older, too. They are onto themselves and most of the time a bit halfhearted and embarrassed. That’s a gift.



Sorry if this vague or abstract. Some of you know what I am talking about. It’s a broad-based idea for those who struggle with self-awareness.



Yes, there are some things that are pretty hardwired and not really open to change, or changeable at all. Again, though, age dulls some of that and also humbles it because it is humiliating and exhausting and embarrassing to honor it.



I guess what I am saying is this year I’m going to try to live a little more comfortably with myself in terms of being okay with who I am. Fuck. I wish that wasn’t such a struggle. It is what it is. 2016.



I have a nice talk with David Spade today. We didn’t really know each other and I wasn’t optimistic about us getting along but it was great. On Thursday I talk to the genius that is Todd Haynes. I’m a big fan of his films so this was an exciting talk for me. I hope it is for you as well.



Enjoy!



Boomer lives!



Love,

Maron

The Years Fly By

Here it comes, People-



Another year. If you make it through, you get to start another. So, congrats to us all for getting here. It’s not always easy.



I spent some time in New Mexico over the holidays. I was fantasizing about perhaps moving off the grid into the hills somewhere outside of Santa Fe. The difference between fantasizing and actually doing can be immense. I was in Santa Fe for four days and as beautiful as it is, I would really need to make some personal changes to live there, even part time. Like, I would need a new brain entirely. I’m already lost in my head a good part of the time. If I went somewhere with few-to-zero distractions I would fall down into myself and maybe never get out. Or I would wander around the town just stopping in places with the desperate need to talk—to anyone. I’d like to think that I would write a book or come up with some new creative direction and do something amazing but I should know by now that inspiration seizes me in crisis, never in peace. Maybe that will change but I don’t think I can force it by running away.



I took a tour of some of the places that defined my childhood but I've rarely returned to them. I went by the first house my family lived in when we moved to NM in ’72. I lived in the basement with my brother. It had its own bathroom and shag carpeting. I went by my elementary schools, the synagogue I was bar mitzvahed in, the place I worked in high school, my high school, the house I actually grew up in and The Frontier Restaurant on Central Ave, where I learned to think.



I had some odd realization based on some of the memories that would flash by me when I was around these places. I think there is a lot to be learned from what memories surface and what memories you hang on to. How many memories are hard and painful verses the ones that are fun and feel-good. I like the feel-good kind but I tend towards the painful ones. Though a lot of who I am came out of mistakes and missteps and feeling embarrassed and awkward. Some of the trauma leads to me being who I am and I am honestly not sure I could identify a good time during my adolescence. There were some parties and near death calls in cars and some small victories. Great times don’t have the bittersweet resonance of heartache until they get so far away that even remembering them is a little painful. This is what happens when the years fly by. It gets a bit more challenging to feel alive like you did when you were young and stupid. Thankfully, new experiences can be deeper because of those years, that slow emergence out of who you were as kid. The crawl through the sludge of experience to maturity where you walk with a little more difficulty but each step carries the weight of everything that you are. Happy New Year!



Today I have a deep talk about love and relationships from someone who earned his wisdom the hard way, Neil Strauss. Heavy stuff. On Thursday, New Years Eve, I have a lighter, shorter chat with the hilarious Bill Buur and then we are going to run highlights of some big happenings from 2015. We can do that. We have them.



Enjoy!



Boomer lives!



Love,

Maron

I Understand the Joy of Giving.

Merry Happy, Folks-



Go with what you go with but try to not ruin everything.



I feel like an asshole. I don’t get cards or gifts, really, for anyone. I feel like a bad adult. I get cards from people. Some people I don’t even know. Or at least I don’t think I know them. Maybe their kids have grown up to the point where I don’t recognize them anymore. Or there’s been a spousal shift or change or it arrived in the wrong box and I opened it by accident.



I do know that I am much too anxious to deal with getting presents and I guess that’s just the way I am. I don’t come from a big gift giving family but that’s really no excuse. I just don’t think to do it. I’ll do the important ones—like the woman in my life but it just drops off after that. I guess that’s why I don’t get many. Makes sense. I understand the joy of giving but sometimes I give the wrong thing and obsess about that. That’s stinks. I hate having to live through someone pretending that the gift I got was a good one. See, I make it about me. None of it matters unless you get an amazing gift. Like Sarah gave me a Filson leather duffle bag. It’s amazing. It will last me the rest of my life. Thoughtful gift. I bought her a wool hat and fingerless gloves (and a trip). They seem inferior but I really liked them. We’ll see what happens in terms of her wearing them. Doesn’t matter (kinda does).



Amazing things happened in Chicago, people! Despite what anyone may think, I am a pretty insecure guy in some ways. Surprise. The project I was working on is an episode of a new Joe Swanberg series and it is entirely improvised. I was nervous. Because when you do long-form scene improv that is not gunning for funny, you are improvising and experiencing emotions relative to the scenes and they are driven by real feelings happening in the moment with no script. It was like living in the scenes and spontaneously creating a personal history for myself that is informed by my real life but filtered through the background that is put in place for the character. No script at all, just direction. Swanberg is a master of this form because it is what he does and he is amazing at it. It was a real exciting thing to be involved with and I learned things about myself and did something I had never done before. What more can you ask for from creativity? AND i got to work with Jane Adams. Genius. Love her.



Today me and Horatio Sanz have an amazing and, at times, slightly out of synch talk about A LOT of stuff. Love that guy. It was great finally getting to talk to him. On Thursday I have a pretty mindblowing talk with Bob Forrest about his time on Celebrity Rehab, his time as frontman of Thelonius Monster, sobriety and drugs and his amazing new record ‘Survival Songs.’ He sings too. Great stuff. Happy holidays.



Enjoy!



Boomer lives!



Love,

Maron

Almost an Entire Day.

Hola, People!



I’ll give you a little update on a few things. We’re getting close to having all the scripts done for ‘Maron’ season 4. They are looking good. We left the character of Marc in dire straights at the end of last season and we will try to pull him out and get him back on his feet in this one. It’s been a fun season to create. I’m growing my beard out for the first couple of episodes. I don’t love beards. I miss my defined facial hair configuration.



I’m going to be doing some acting in a new Joe Swanberg Netflix project. I’m pretty excited about it. I like playing people who aren’t me. It’s better if they are a lot like me. I’m not that great an actor. No accents or weight gain, just somewhere in the range of neurotic and a little angry and I’m good.



I’ve been working on some new bits and doing a lot of standup. There are a lot of great guests coming up on the podcast. Things are going good. I actually felt good about myself for almost an entire day last week. Takes practice.



Thanks for all the good reaction to my special ‘More Later’ on EPIX. You can find out how to watch it if you haven’t at epixhd.com. If you can't watch it at any of the available options it will be on HULU in a couple of months. I will give you the heads up.



Today you can listen to a truly amazing conversation I had with producer Brian Grazer. It is really the most thorough talk about show business I’ve ever had and it is with one of the biggest producers in the business. He’s a great guy, great talk. On Thursday I check in with my old friend Eric Bogosian who, among other things, has written a studious and in depth book about a little known story. It's about the assassinations of the some of the architects and active executors of the Armenian Genocide. He’s a talker. It was great.



Enjoy!



Boomer lives!



Love,

Maron

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I Love This Neighborhood

Happy Hanukkah, People (or not)!



I have not lit the candles yet. I hope to. Sometimes its just weird to do alone or with someone who’s not Jewish but I’ve done it before and I find it moving so I will try to get at least one lighting in.



I did something I have never done before. I rode in a parade. I know a lot of you are probably thinking ‘that makes perfect sense.’ Maron is made for parades. I’m surprised he’s not riding in parades every few weeks. I have to say I was nervous for a few reasons.



I was asked to be the Grand Marshall of the NELA Christmas Parade a couple of years ago. This is a small parade that runs down a few miles of Figueroa Ave. right through downtown Highland Park. At that time I had done a season of Maron and I definitely was a Highland Park person but I still didn’t think I deserved to be in the parade. You see, the weird thing about living in a neighborhood that has a shifting cultural profile is you don’t want to feel like you are part of the group that is changing for what some people who were there before think are bad ways. I guess what I am saying is that when I moved here there were no hipsters or hipster shops. I bought my house on a fluke. I was driving around some dude who was looking to rent and I fell in love with my house. I didn’t even know where I was really but I loved the area. It was long before the hipster invasion. I respect the people of Highland Park but I definitely felt like a visitor or a guest. And the last thing I wanted was to be paraded down the street like a guy claiming to be part of the community.



So, I guess what made it different this time is I thought about it and I realized I’ve been here for 11 years. I love this neighborhood. I work here. I shoot my show here. I talk about it all the time. I’m not a native but I am definitely a resident and part of the community. So, I got in a Bugatti kit car and was driven down Figueroa, behind the cops on bikes and in front of a high school marching band, waving. I was one of the Grand Marshalls! There was a sign on the side of the car that said ‘Marc Maron Podcast Artist.’ Every few blocks there were announcers speaking through a PA announcing me as the comic who brought President Obama to the neighborhood and interviewed him in his garage on a podcast. Right after it was announced, it was announced again in Spanish. I waved.



I love it here.



Today I talk to the live-wired writer Adam Resnick about his book, ‘Will Not Attend: Lively Stories of Detachment and Isolation.' I love that guy. On Thursday I have an amazing talk with film director, Danny Boyle.



Enjoy!



Boomer lives!



Love,

Maron

Speaking of Anger.

Hope you held up, Folks!



My Thanksgiving went much better than I expected it to. I think one of the main factors was getting out in time. I made it just under the wire. Turns out that four nights and three days is the exact right amount of time to spend in Florida with my mother and her annoying boyfriend. Even another half day may have tipped the scales for all involved into ‘bad scene’ mode. I can only keep the anger in for so long. Look, I have processed a lot of it but I seem to have a replenishing well of annoyance-based anger towards him and I always find a new facet of my mother’s emotional dynamic that reveals the source of an entire history of emotional pain and bad behavior for me and that shit is hard to stifle. Those moments of horrendous catharsis land and demand response but I didn’t act out. Well, once I snapped but it was managed and appropriate.



Speaking of anger, I want to make sure you know that the world television premiere of my EPIX Original Comedy Event "Marc Maron: More Later" is this Friday, December 4th, only on EPIX. Go to EPIX.com to find out how to watch.



Back to Thanksgiving. The food was great. I actually paced out the cooking so I could have time to hang out with family and friends. My girl got her first experience of my family and it went well on both sides. I think my mother might like her more than she likes me because she’s a painter and my mother paints. And there was a better vibe this year all around. Some people that usually come didn’t come and it turns out the fewer Republicans there are at a family gathering the more pleasant it is. There just weren’t enough to gain any momentum so the political talk didn’t pick up any traction at the table, which makes it a nicer experience for all involved. I’m sure there is a Republican version of this as well but that is not my experience.



Today I talk to my friend Kliph Nesteroff for a bit about his new book ‘The Comedians’ and then I have a longer chat with Gloria Steinem about her new book ‘My Life on the Road’. These were both good talks. On Thursday I talk to comedian and Conan writer Brian Kiley. I started out with Brian way back in Boston. He’s a great comic and a great guy so we had an amazing talk. One of my favorites.



Enjoy!



Boomer lives!



Love,

Maron