September 10, 20153 Comments
This Saturday night June 20th from 7-9pm Eastern please join us on OpieRadio – SiriusXM Channel 103 / 206 as we celebrate the life of Big Wayne, who was my cohost and friend for many years. Wayne passed away last November and we will gather together to pay tribute. Joining us will be some of his friends from the Queens days with more stories of setting cars on fire, running from the cops, and street corner shenanigans. If you have a request for a favorite Wayne bit please leave it in the comments. Thanks to Opie, Anthony, and Jim Norton for all their support over the years.
June 15, 201534 Comments
Despite telling someone you love very dearly that they are headed for oblivion, there is no Swedish Ikea manual for grief. When my best friend Wayne died it was no surprise. I landed at JFK Monday Nov 3rd from an international flight. I’d gotten bumped up to first class because of the absurd amount of miles flown the last few years, and as usual I took this as a nod to drink free bourbon and watch superhero films on the in-flight entertainment. I was waiting for the luggage carousel to sound the alarm when my phone rang. It was a mutual friend I rarely speak to much these days.
“Hi Lazlow, are you somewhere you can talk?”
I replied “Wayne’s dead, right?”
She was stunned.
I then panicked upon realizing he was staying at my house watching my dog and cat. I came home to some very hungry and confused abandoned animals, and his soda cans, smells, blankets where he slept. I sobbed into the night. And then emotion disappeared and got tucked away.
The next few days, as the cliché goes, were a blur. I spoke at his funeral. There were lots of laughs. His body was a few feet behind me. It still didn’t really register. I met his old school friends from Queens, the characters of legend, characters in stories he told to a worldwide audience when our show was on K-Rock New York, then XM satellite radio. I vowed to get this gang together for a proper sendoff show.
And then grief set in. I soon realized that over the last 15 years, every room in my house had some work done by Wayne. My recording studio. The spare bedroom. The entire front of the house with cedar siding. The outside shower. The fence. The wood burning stove alcove. It was all stuff we did together – he as the genius carpenter and me bringing him supplies.
Fans started emailing and sending messages on twitter about a promised memorial show. I couldn’t bear the idea of combing through episodes – hearing his voice, trying to pick bits to play. It was too much. I spent weekends helping his widow – what a weird word to call a friend who is close to your age – with everything she needed – and that he should be here taking care of. It’s weird growing angry at a dead person because you are picking up their slack. But that’s what we do. Wayne was a comedic genius, and geniuses are tortured from the inside out.
Wayne got into a bad funk the last few years. He was very depressed. Therapy was suggested. He was too stubborn to go. He found his therapy in weed and liquor and pills. And when he got off that, his comfort continued with cigarettes and cheeseburgers, despite being overweight. We told him he was headed for death. He said he knew, and you have to die sometime. And then he died at 51, still acting like a kid.
His birthday is right around now.
Two different parties have come to me asking about reviving the Lazlow Show. But Wayne was the show. It’s my hope that before this summer – 10 years after we first put him in front of a mic(and me nervously on a dump button at K-Rock) we can do a proper memorial.
I’m sorry the website and twitter have been dark. To me, Twitter and website posts have become a bastion of negative energy, mean comments, and gotcha activism at harmless jokes.. And in my mourning for my best friend I couldn’t bear it.
I’ve started an Instagram account – which seems like a nice place to follow artists and cool pics and positive people. Twitter has become the asshole of the universe.
I’m calling Wayne’s best friend tonight. I’ll let you know when we can make this show happen.
Thanks for all the love and understanding.
April 30, 201549 Comments
So tonight at the wake I met Big Wayne’s real posse. Late 70s – early 80s posse. Youze guyz Train robbers. Corner creeps. A guy that stole TVs out of limos. Guys with all the same mannerisms. They talked like him. Interruptin each other. Queens crew. The crew that was in on all those stories. Fireworks, bags of shit on fire, police chases, stealing cars, breakfast cereal train heists.
We are going to do a radio show.
The Big Wayne Memorial Show. With the original Big Wayne Queens Posse. (I found out tonight there is evidently a story about shooting bottle rockets at prostitutes).
With Lazlow and Reed
November 6, 201438 Comments
It’s weird. You forget moments exist – and then The Internet reminds you. I just found this picture. Online. Me and Wayne and Patrice. My sister in front. When Patrice passed, it really affected me. I loved our conversations during commercial breaks when I was on O&A. He was incredibly funny. Of the several times we were on O&A together – I especially remember one show where we left afterwards, chatted while walking to the corner of 57th and 7th, and his guard dropped – he had discussed some personal things on the show and was having second thoughts. He was a powerhouse of comedy and to see him come down to an intimate raw level like that – he became human. He could be brutal one minute and loving the next, all the while making you laugh your ass off. He and Big Wayne have a lot in common.
I was out of town working this weekend. Wayne stayed at my house, taking care of my cat and dog. He told me on the phone he watched a Norton special and was really loving Netflix. He’s never had it. Plus Wayne loves sleeping in front of a TV.
That’s the last conversation I had with him. Wayne was found dead in his van of a heart attack. I loved him so much. He was the funniest person I’ve known. I came home last night to his empty soda cans, his smells, he had literally left here a day before, intending to return in a few hours. And didn’t. I’m unable to process it.
I always knew Wayne would be taken from us – i just didn’t know when, and I hoped it wouldn’t be this soon.
RIP Big Wayne
November 4, 2014121 Comments
Starts at 6 minutes… The Rockstar gang hangs out with the legendary Achievement Hunter guys from Rooster Teeth…
May 17, 201411 Comments
I have been collecting comics since I was in fifth grade. During college my habit decreased, only to come back in full force. However, getting to the comic book shop has always been a drama. Back in the late 90s I became friends with some guys in the industry who told me about a mail order service called Jacey Services. I’ve used them ever since. I pick standing titles I want to get every month(Walking Dead, Fables, etc) and they show up in a package at my door, including a 15% discount off the cover price and no tax. It’s brilliant. Every month you get emailed a file. Open it in the Jacey software and you see your standing orders plus you can click any new titles you want to check out – click a button and submit your order. If you get the book Previews as part of your order you see art and listings for comic books coming out in 3 months. The guy that runs the service is named Jack and he owned a bookstore in Pennsylvania which he shut and now exclusively does a monthly(or weekly if you like) comic book service.
If you try it out, let him know I sent you. I’ve been getting comics from him for 15 years now! And leave recommends for comics in the comments section. Some currents I’m getting: Detective Comics, Fairest, Hinterland, Punisher, Constantine, Coffin Hill, Manifest Destiny, Walking Dead, Fables, Wolverine, Shadow, Dead Boy Detectives, Sandman Overture – among others..
April 2, 201412 Comments