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Lange provided what Stern had yet to find all in the same place: a wit quick enough to keep pace with his own, a pathetic self-image to dwarf his own, a personal history both heartbreaking and hilarious, and an ingrained sense of self-sabotage that continually keeps things interesting. A natural storyteller with a bottomless pit of material, Lange grew up in a close-knit, working-class Italian family in Union, New Jersey, a maniacal Yankees fan who pursued the two things his father said he was cut out for—sports and comedy.
Tragically, Artie Lange Sr. But as with every trial in his life, from his drug addiction to his obesity to his fights with his mother, Artie mines the humor, pathos, and humanity in these events and turns them into comedy classics. There are stories from his days driving a Jersey cab, working as a longshoreman in Port Newark, and navigating the dark circuit of stand-up comedy. There are outrageous episodes from the frenzied heights of his coked-up days at MADtv , surprisingly moving stories from his childhood, and an account of his recent U.
And like a true pro, the man never disappoints. Read more Read less. Beyond your wildest dreams. Listen free with trial. Kindle Cloud Reader Read instantly in your browser. Customers who viewed this item also viewed.
Page 1 of 1 Start over Page 1 of 1. Andy Greene. Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea. Chelsea Handler. Howard Stern Comes Again. Howard Stern. Rodney Dangerfield. Based on a True Story: Not a Memoir. Norm Macdonald. Doug Stanhope. Register a free business account. This debut memoir from the comedian best known as Howard Stern's radio show sidekick is scrappy, funny, tumultuous and profane, just like its author.
Lange, a self-proclaimed fat guy with a heroin problem, is difficult to love, but easy to like, his shaggy-dog life story full of derogatory self-awareness and cheerful vulgarity often in the form of casual profanity and sexism.
Many episodes from this life story will be familiar to Stern listeners, including the infamous "Pig Story," wherein Lange snorts cocaine while in full pig costume on the set of television's MADtv.
Less familiar to fans will be a sobering account of Lange's suicide attempt and fond childhood memories of his beloved father. Lange's outrageous and horrific behavior involves prostitution, jail time and several trips to rehab; perhaps the saddest recurring theme is the frequency with which Lange thanks someone who's helped him, only to reveal that that person is no longer a part of his life. Glossing over Lange's penchant for alienating people is just one oversight that keeps this warts-and-all memoir from feeling fully honest.
Still, for those with a taste for his aggressive, self-loathing brand of humor will find this volume full of compulsively readable stories. All rights reserved. He lives in New Jersey. He was amazing—a legitimately crazy Newark street kid with brazen self-confidence and a wild sense of humor that our family and almost everyone we knew found incredibly endearing.
There are all types of funny, and his type got you laughing and made you shake your head at just how fucking nuts he was, but you never lost sight of the fact that he meant his jokes, gags, and teasing in an affectionate way. Frankie Valli himself grew up in north Newark, in a housing project called the Stephen Crane Village, which was close to where both of my parents were from.
My mother grew up just a couple of blocks away on North 7th Street, while my father lived a few miles away in south Newark. And to them, Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons were the coolest group in the world.
My father loved the same stuff, though for a brief period of time he grew his hair kind of long and listened to The Doors. The Frankie Valli mind-set was different; it embodied the values of the hardworking families from Newark and Union, who did everything they could to try to get a better life for their kids. It was the background music of their lives and it spoke about their lives, so it meant a lot to them. And because of that, especially among my Italian friends, it means a lot to us. It was like an unspoken thing, probably in the same way old Italian singers like Louis Prima had meaning for our parents because of their parents.
When I was driving around with my friends, we could easily throw in a Frankie Valli tape and listen to it and really enjoy it. My buddy Mike Ciccone and I see eye to eye over this because in both of our houses growing up, Frankie and the Four Seasons was always on and our parents were always singing along. The others could have gotten out and walked for all we cared. Really, it is the only Broadway musical I could ever see myself sitting through, because, much like The Sopranos, it has what you need to keep me interested: a good story, Jersey references like crazy, and an amazing sound track.
Anyway, in the late sixties, my father started his own business. Once he was married and had a child me , he took stock and decided he needed to make some changes.
He was living with his wife and child in a small apartment on Reynolds Terrace in Orange, New Jersey, and like a guy in a Four Seasons song, my father wanted a better life. He decided to buy his own van and hustle as hard as he could to make it on his own. Status symbols were important to my father—like having the most expensive new car that he could reasonably afford and taking the family on a big vacation every summer.
We went to Wildwood each summer until I was about twelve, and I have so many good memories of those summers with my family that mean the world to me. Off we went, down the Shore and headed for the Olympic Motel. The Olympic was fine, but it was definitely a motel, not a hotel—nothing too luxurious, just a place to stay right there on the ocean. In later years we switched to the Crusader Motel. They wanted to play ball, get a nice bite to eat on the Wildwood boardwalk, which was home to some amazing cheesesteak restaurants, or nearby Seaside Heights, which also had great places for cheesesteak.
Where you got your cheesesteaks was always a source of debate. In Seaside, there was Steaks Unlimited and Midway, which was a walk-up joint that used synthetic, welfarestyle cheese. Like so many groups of that era, they were forced to play much smaller venues.
The week we happened to be in Wildwood, they were playing a five-night engagement at the Starlight Ballroom, which was a decent-sized venue, but nothing worth writing home about. Or at least my mother did; my old man was not the type to be discouraged by anything.
There are certain people in this world who somehow earn the trust of strangers without even trying because of the way they carry themselves. My father was one of them. There are also certain people in this world who know how to capitalize on a situation regardless of odds or etiquette.
My father was one of them too. Being a natural smooth talker, Pop was able to get the room number out of the guy. My father was charming enough that all he probably did was slip the guy a sawbuck. Neither idea made sense to my father. He had a better one. Read more. Customer reviews. How does Amazon calculate star ratings? The model takes into account factors including the age of a rating, whether the ratings are from verified purchasers, and factors that establish reviewer trustworthiness.
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Let me just say, this is a fantastically well written book. I read a lot of celebrity memoirs, and I think this one quickly made the short list of books I'd recommend everyone read. Artie is a master storyteller. The book is a chronological tale winding through his life, with all the associated ups and downs.
He comes off in equal parts as a guy you'd love to hang out with, and a guy you'd be too embarrassed to bring around your family. There are some fairly dark moments in the book, and the drug addiction is a recurring theme because it's a big part of his life. I think it's great that he wants to get past the addiction and hope it happens for him. I'm so glad I picked this up when I saw it in a promo email. Very similar in prose and content as the other book he has authored, the name of which slips my mind at the moment. Despite several stories being retold or similar to ones heard in the other bestseller, there is enough original Artie Lange storytelling here to keep true fans entertained, and should not disappoint fan's of the Stern Show either, as his years at the hit radio show are heavily discussed throughout the book, as well as Artie's earlier life.
Artie writes from a place of self-loathing and the dark, dirty and destructive humor he is known for in his Stand-up routines and radio personality are on every page in this book.
Fans of Lange should not miss this book, and this would be a good time to pick it up if you haven't read it already as Lange is about to co-star in the new HBO series about life as a comedian called "Crashing".
Looks promising, hope he can make a comeback.