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Get Higher, BabyMaybe being a marijuana comedian (example: Rob Cantrell) is like being a prop comedian. Granted, your prop isnt visible onstage, unless you count the thumb and forefinger pressed together and drawn to an intense face, evoking someone getting stoned by puffing on a roach. (Get hip with our far-out lingo, squares.) And we love prop comedy: When Gallagher pulled a giant potato chip out of a giant couch in The Maddest, we saw greatness. Plus, being a doobage enthusiast goes a long way in the comedy world, as evidenced by the traveling show The Marijuana-logues, in which Cantrell was an important participant. The name riffs on weed and women (Vagina Monologues, people!), though the material focused primarily on the green stuff there are plenty of zany gals in blazers out there working the estrogen comedy angle anyway, right? Cantrell has a particularly funny bit, first trotted out in San Francisco, about smoking a joint with a symphony star on a corner in the Lower East Side of New York City: He gets arrested by a couple of plainclothes cops, and hilarity ensues in retrospect. He may have chosen an altered state instead of an oversized snack food to riff on, but its good shit either way. Cantrell is recording a live CD tonight and tomorrow, so laugh loud, whatever your relationship with roaches.
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