I’m Christopher Titus and this is the Armageddon update. And by far this is the saddest one I have had to write, This last week Robin Williams died. He was 63. Whenever we lose a comedian I am extra sad because of what we do. Comics create laughter and insight, they make people react authentically, you can’t fake a real laugh. You can dance to shitty music but you can’t laugh at a joke that isn’t funny. We have lost a few comedians as of late, Greg Giraldo, Patrice Oneill, Robert Schimmel, a while back Mitch Hedberg. But I don’t believe we would know about these comics without Robin Williams. In the 70’s there were no comedy clubs. There were folk music clubs and poetry places or at worst, strip clubs that let comics go on between tassel wearing future dental assistants. There was no chain of clubs. Then HBO aired Robins first special. Which was released on vinyl as “Reality what a Concept” It was like when someone first heard Elvis and rock and roll clubs sprung up. All of a sudden there were “Big Laugh Offs” on cable, comedy specials all the time and biker bars flipped to full time comedy clubs. Robin Williams and his amazing comedy birthed an industry that has kept me alive, feed and clothed. Thank you Robin for giving me my life’s work. Reality What a concept was the first album I ever bought. I used my allowance to walk seven blocks to the store, then walked out with an incredible, unreal display of voices, impressions, literary references, scathing pop culture insights and dick jokes. We ALL know that the penis is named Mr. Happy because of Robin. We used to sit around and have competitions doing the bits from that album. “ Why be a honky, when you can be funky? Come down to the “Leroy Funkified Bad-Ass School of Soul, Learn to talk jive, “Bad, sucker what’s happenin’ baby?”” Dee’s and many, many mo!” Learn all the basic steps, become instantly well hung! That’s right, instantly well hung.” Don’t ax why, send yo money to 555-8111, NOW! The whole album is like this. So many jokes that comics did versions of for YEARS after are on that album, Three mile island jokes, impressions, Every comic and comedy club owner owes Robin Williams for the roofs over there heads and the money they buy their cocaine with. I am sad on a cellular level this week. There is no replacing Robin Williams, No one did it like he did, no comic brought everyone to the party like he did. Hell, End of the World Tour is my version of his “At the Met” special. My biggest influence, Robin. There are the icons of their worlds, Ali, Elvis, Eastwood, Earnhart, Jordan, People that took it to another level, who set a bar impossible to surpass for decades. Robin Williams was my John Lennon. A comedian who showed us another playroom full of toys we didn’t know we could use. He opened the door to a new way. He pulled apart the comedy atom and reconfigured it. And he did it like a super collider with unimaginable energy. His death has left a comedic black hole. At the end of Reality he says “ You always have to stay a little full goose bozo, a little touch of madness will keep you alive, because no one knows how to tax that.” I’m Christopher Titus and this is the Armageddon update.