R.I.P Phelps 'Catfish' Collins

R.I.P Phelps 'Catfish' Collins, 1944-2010
(Photo: Flickriver)

I learned today from my friend Tony Wilson that Phelps Collins, the legendary James Brown and P-Funk guitarist, passed away earlier this month.

Phelps, best known as Catfish, passed away on August 6th after a battle with cancer. His death came while I was on vacation in Cyprus with scant internet access and so passed me by. It was with great sadness that I learned today, several weeks later, of his death.

Catfish Collins is a legend in the world of funk music. His stint playing guitar for James Brown was short but prolific. Alongside his brother, bassist Bootsy Collins, Catfish worked with Brown for only 11 months between 1970-1971. However, during that time he played many of the most famous funk guitar riffs of all time, working on tracks such as Sex Machine, Super Bad, Soul Power and Talkin' Loud and Sayin' Nothin'.

L to R: Bootsy Collins, James Brown and Catfish Collins live in 1971.
(Photos: Getty)

In 1972 Catfish joined George Clinton's group Funkadelic where he recorded even more funk classics, including numerous credits on the album America Eats Its Young and, perhaps most famously, playing the infectious guitar riff on timeless party anthem Flashlight.

Stints in brother Bootsy's 'Rubber Band' aside, Catfish largely avoided the spotlight in later years.

I met Catfish briefly at London's Cumberland Hotel in 2008 while he was on a rare tour with his brother, paying tribute to the late, great Godfather of Soul. While waiting for an interview with Bootsy that never materialised - a long story for another time - I chatted to Catfish about life on the road. He complained that he'd never really enjoyed touring and was sick of living out of a suitcase. This would be his last tour, he said.

My friend Ron Roelofsen, a James Brown archivist, met Catfish at another stop on the same tour and had much the same conversation. "I had the honour to meet [Catfish] in person in 2008 during the JB tribute tour in Holland and Belgium," Ron wrote on his website after hearing the sad news. "A very nice and also funny guy. I never forgot his answer to my question, 'What have you been doing for the last 30 years?' Catfish: 'Fishing'. 'And is there a chance that you will be making some new music again after this tour?' 'No, I go back fishing.'"

In losing Catfish we have lost one of the architects of funk music. Despite the brevity of his time with James Brown and Funkadelic, he leaves behind a tremendous legacy. James Brown is famously the most sampled artist of all time, but little credit is given to the musicians playing in those samples. Catfish is one of the most (if not the most) sampled guitarists in the history of recorded music. Long may his music live on.

Bootsy Collins is hosting a tribute concert for his brother on September 4th at the Madison Theater in Covington, Kentucky. For details and tickets, click here.

The Lockdown

As of yesterday my twitter account is locked and I will only accept followers who I know in person. Anybody I don't know personally has been removed from my facebook friends list and my profile is no longer accessible to anybody who isn't already following me.

The reason for this drastic course of action is that Bonnie Cox's supporters, either with or without her instruction (she says without), yesterday bombarded me with obscene hatemail and one fan in particular began recruiting cronies to spy on my personal accounts.

As anticipated, Bonnie Cox has posted a third blog about me. In it she claims that I sent her 'obscenity laden threats'. The only thing I sent Ms Cox which even vaguely resembled a threat was a notice that if she continued to publish libelous information about me, I would seek legal action.

As it happens, I will not be taking any action against Ms Cox. Whereas I was at first outraged by the misinformation being perpetuated about me, after a few days' reflection I've come to realise that anybody who subscribes to conspiracy theories about Sony assassins and body doubles is simply confused and vulnerable.

Ms Cox claims in her latest entry that I 'sent her way' a series of angry fans. This allegation is entirely bogus. I didn't ask anybody to email Bonnie Cox and even posted a message on my facebook wall today asking my remaining followers not to harrass her, because I feel she is emotionally vulnerable.

Cox and her supporters' favourite bogus allegation appears to be that I said Michael Jackson was a drug addict at the time of his death. I did not say this. A few weeks ago I became involved in a heated debate with several twitter users after I made a comment about Michael Jackson's issues with drugs over the years. A number of hardcore Jackson fanatics began sending me furious tweets, claiming that Jackson had never been addicted to drugs in his life.

Jackson's own family members have repeatedly stated in interviews since his death that he was addicted to painkillers at various stages in his life and they attempted to stage several interventions. Quite what it is that makes Cox and her supporters think they know more about Jackson's drug problems than his own brothers and sisters, I'm not sure.

Cox's supporters have left equally baseless comments beneath her blog and all over twitter/facebook. Many of them claim I am 'cashing in' on the wave of support for Jackson since his death. How many times do I have to tell them that my pro-Jackson articles have been written pro bono before they actually digest the information? Moreover, I've been penning articles in Jackson's favour since 2008. It's Cox, not me, who only began covering Jackson after he died.

Others claim that Bonnie Cox never accused me of being in cahoots with Sony, but I have emails forwarded to me by fans in which Cox states clearly her belief that the only reason I'm angry about her blog is because she made the connection between me and Sony.

Just to put an end to any speculation that I am, or ever was, on Sony's payroll; the only exchange I've ever had with Sony was when they banned me from their catalogue release department after I wrote a negative review of Thriller 25.

Clearing Up More Nonsense

After discovering yesterday that one individual was impersonating me on TMZ, I discovered that another was writing inaccurate articles about me for consumption by thousands of vulnerable and impressionable fans.

Bonnie Cox, author of the 'Michael's Guardian' blog, has recently published two inaccurate and defamatory articles about me and has alluded on her twitter page to the fact that she's planning a third.

Cox, a supporter of the Tea Party movement who last year wrote on her facebook page that she hoped President Obama would get on a plane with one of his 'muslim buddies' and crash, insists on her blog that Michael Jackson was murdered by Sony, 'This Is It' is full of body doubles and Jackson's friends are being murdered to disguise the truth about his death.

Among the brainless witterings on her blog, she baselessly accuses me of authoring 'false' blogs about Michael Jackson, suggests that I am only covering him positively for my own financial gain and implies that my friendship with J Randy Taraborrelli is part of a Sony conspiracy to destroy Michael Jackson.

Cox claimed J Randy Taraborrelli's biography 'Michael Jackson: The Magic and the Madness' was sponsored by Sony as part of a campaign to smear Michael Jackson. Not only this, but Cox went on to insinuate that because I am friends with Randy Taraborrelli, I could be in on it.

She later sent me a message via twitter implying that there was something shady about my friendship with Taraborrelli, saying, "I have a photo of you and Taraborrelli together. How am I supposed to deal with that?"

The notion that a photograph of myself and J Randy Taraborrelli is evidence of a conspiracy is laughable. I have made no secret of my friendship with Randy Taraborrelli and nor has he. We had dinner together in LA several weeks ago and both posted the pictures on our facebook pages. I'm not ashamed of our friendship and nor should I be. Taraborrelli is a kind, warm, funny and generous man, and any implication that he's part of a conspiracy to destroy Michael Jackson is beyond absurd. The idea that a photograph of us together would evidence any shady conspiracy or subterfuge, or would be of any interest to Cox's readers, is insane.

Randy Taraborrelli and I in Los Angeles.

Cox has since threatened me indirectly via twitter, writing a message that I'm 'not going to like tomorrow's blog', so apparently her next entry will be filled with even more deluded nonsense.
Cox, by her own admission, only began writing about Jackson after his death. I, meanwhile, have a documented history of Jackson-related journalism stretching back at least as far as 2008. Ironic, then, that Cox should accuse me of being the bandwagon jumper.

Her inexperience shows, too. Among her 'evidence' of Randy Taraborrelli's anti-Jackson agenda she cites Bob Jones's tell-all book about Michael Jackson. That would be Bob Jones who admitted on the stand during Jackson's trial that his book contained fabricated information, such as false claims that he witnessed Jackson licking the head of a young boy.

Cox also neglects to mention that in a series of tape-recorded telephone conversations between Jackson and a female friend, known as the 'Glenda Tapes', Jackson name-checks Taraborrelli's book and confirms its accuracy.

A final word: The idea that I have only started writing in Jackson's defence since he died and it became profitable is easily disproven by this 2008 interview I conducted with Aphrodite Jones about her book 'Michael Jackson Conspiracy'.

As for the idea that I am benefitting financially from my articles about Jackson's media treatment, my work on the Michael Jackson case has been conducted largely at my own expense. My most recent Huffington Post article, 'One of the Most Shameful Episodes in Journalistic History', took a month to research and is over 5000 words long. I was not paid for any of my research or writing on that piece. I wrote it because I am passionate about the cause and believe the injustice needs to be highlighted.
Quite how my willingness to spend one month doing unpaid research and writing on a pro-Michael Jackson article ties in with the theory that I'm part of a Sony-controlled anti-Michael Jackson conspiracy, I'm not sure. You'll have to direct that question to Bonnie Cox.

The Idiots Have Landed

It has come to my attention that one or more idiotic individuals have been posting obscene comments at TMZ under my name.

Just to confirm, I do not post at TMZ under any name and the comments are nothing to do with me.

My Interview with Lorette Luzajic

It was four months ago today that Lorette Luzajic first asked to interview me for her website. After many technical setbacks, our conversation has finally gone online.

To read it, click here.

With a decade's experience in the publishing industry, Lorette has three books under her belt. Her latest, 'Goodbye Billie Jean: The Meaning of Michael Jackson', is an exploration of the man dubbed the King of Pop and what he meant to the world.

The book comprises 51 chapters by 51 authors, each explaining what Michael Jackson meant to them and how he impacted their lives. Contributors include Pulitzer-winning journalist Chris Hedges, writer and Jackson friend Jonathan Margolis, playwright Kevin Craig and political activist Ralph Remington.

To find out more about Lorette Luzajic, visit http://www.thegirlcanwrite.net/


See below for an edited extract from 'Goodbye Billie Jean: The Meaning of Michael Jackson'.

Extract

It was a rainy summer in Toronto. Michael Jackson was everywhere. Fans, foes, neutrals - we'll all look back at this later and remember the summer of Michael Jackson.

The men at the ginseng and spice store seemed to love 'Jam'. It was pumping out of the shop every time my streetcar transferred on that corner of Chinatown.

'Heaven Can Wait' was playing at Wazema, where Ethiopian food lovers gather for amazing grub. Car stereos pumped 'Beat It' up and down the main drag of summer in the city. The Turkish-owned convenience store aroud the corner played nothing but 'The Way You Make Me Feel'. Vigils took place in Dundas Square and at MuchMusic. A 36-week special MJ film festival kicked off at Reg Hartt's Cineforum.

That's just my city, Toronto. Michael Jackson rocked the whole damn planet. There were millions of people playing his music all at once, all summer long and likely for years to come...

Who knew Michael had a fan club in Cameroon? Who knew that thousands of hardened criminals in hardcore prisons for hard time for hard crime would start gyrating in sync to falsetto 'hoo hoos'?

Who knew that butter sculptures and sand drawings and shrines would form from Iowa to Russia?

Fan club head Gary Taylor reminded suicidal fans that Michael would have wanted you to live. Suicide hotlines were getting distress calls after the funeral. Astonishingly, some fans did commit suicide...

A Russian Jackson impersonator named Pavel Talalayev slit his wrists but he was rescued. He was very perturbed about this. "I don't know why the doctors saved me," he said. "I want to be with Michael, and I will kill myself anyway."

The internet crashed under the gargantuan volume of information exchangers searching for, finding and creating information about Michael Jackson.

A two-day ritual ceremonial funeral took place in the Ivory Coast, where Michael was their prince.

Lorette Luzajic

Preview: True Crime with Aphrodite Jones - The Michael Jackson Trial

Aphrodite Jones's Michael Jackson documentary hasn't even aired yet and already the media is gunning for it. The documentary, which aims to highlight slanted media reporting about the allegations against Jackson, has already been dismissed by New York Daily News as a 'love letter' to the star. Meanwhile, South Coast Daily News says it is unobjective because the interviewees are 'a parade of former Jackson managers and retainers'.

The latter comment in particular is both untrue and unfair. Firstly, the show's interviewees include two of the jurors from Jackson's trial, a criminal defense expert and Jones herself. None of these people knew Jackson and they certainly weren't on his payroll.

Secondly, the idea that a documentary about Michael Jackson should be dismissed as unreliable because the talking heads actually knew him is beyond ludicrous. The clear inference is that the documentary would somehow be more reliable if half of the screen time was dedicated to people who never met Jackson speculating wildly about his private life. This is patently absurd.

Having arrived home today and found an advance screening DVD of the show on my doormat, I thought I would post a preview/review ahead of tonight's airing.

Preview

The show begins with Jackson's death on June 25th last year, with Jones positing that while the star was technically killed by acute propofol intoxication, his death had been a sad inevitability. His spirit was crushed, she argues, by bogus allegations about his relationships with children and the way in which the media had misrepresented them. "Jackson never came back from his trial," Jones says in publicity materials. "He died trying."

The audience is transported back to 1993 and taken through the first set of allegations levelled against Jackson. Much time is dedicated to the controversial settlement of the civil suit brought by Jordan Chandler's parents. That settlement, Jones suggests, is the primary cause of many people's reservations about Jackson.

Former Jackson manager Frank Dileo says that Jackson was tricked into the settlement by business advisors more interested in the star's earning power than his public image. Thomas Mesereau, who represented Jackson in his 2005 trial, adds that the settlement also set a precedent for anybody wishing to extort money from Michael Jackson, sending the message that he was an easy target. It created an attitude, he says: 'Why work when you can just sue Michael
Jackson?'

It was Jackson's concern over the impact of the settlement on his public image, Jones claims, that inspired him to let Martin Bashir into his inner sanctum. Seduced by Bashir's promise that his documentary would centre on Jackson's quest to achieve an International Children's Holiday, the star gave Bashir unprecedented access to his life in the hope that it would vindicate him of the 1993 child abuse allegations. But Bashir manipulated the footage in order to advance his own career, Jones says. Bashir ended up crossing the pond to work as a news anchor for ABC, while the documentary Jackson hoped would vindicate him actually wound up serving as the catalyst to a second set of allegations.

Thomas Mesereau describes former DA Tom Sneddon - who tried to prosecute Jackson in 1993 and brought charges against him in 2003 - as being "obsessed to the point of absurdity". Paul Rodriguez, jury foreman in Jackson's trial, agrees. "He came across like he was just doing anything he could to pursuade us to look at things his way, regardless of the evidence," he says. "It was almost like he had a vendetta against him."

Criminal defence lawyer and celebrity trial expert Mickey Sherman adds:

"I think [the prosecution] got too emotionally invested in the case. I think Tom Sneddon seemed gleeful. Gleeful. He took a little too much pleasure in dishing out misery to Michael Jackson... There was such an eagerness to dish out some bad stuff to Michael Jackson that the credibility was, if not lost, certainly diminished."

Jones asserts that the media ignored the not guilty verdicts in Jackson's trial and continued to portray him as a predator because it made 'great headlines on the covers of rag papers'. Mesereau adds that the media was 'humiliated' by the verdicts because reporters had been predicting a conviction and 'almost salivating about him being hauled off to jail'. Jones concludes that the trial traumatised Jackson to such an extent that he was unable to sleep, and this is why he died of a propofol overdose last summer.

Review

While early reviews have been unfair and inaccurate, this documentary is not without fault. For the uninitiated, it offers a tantalising glimpse of what was wrong with the prosecution's case against Jackson and the extent to which the media skewed its reporting on the trial. However, this documentary is not a definitive guide to the allegations against Jackson. The 2005 trial alone lasted four months and could warrant a six part TV series of its own. By condensing both rounds of allegations against Jackson - plus his death - into an hour-long show, programme makers have omitted a wealth of key information.

The 1993 case is all but skipped over. Claims made by Evan Chandler are stated as fact rather than conjecture and the ample evidence undermining the Chandler family's case is not mentioned at all.

The show also fails to mention the enormous legal reason behind the settlement of the civil suit in 1994. Tom Sneddon had so little evidence to support his case in 1993 that two separate grand juries refused to allow him to bring charges against Jackson. The upshot of this was that the civil trial wound up scheduled ahead of any potential criminal trial. This was a violation of Jackson's fifth amendment as it would severely undermine his right to a fair trial.

Holding the civil trial in advance of a criminal trial would give the prosecution unqualified access to Jackson's defense strategy. If Jackson cited an alibi in his civil trial, Sneddon could go back to the office and change the dates on the criminal charges. If Jackson called witnesses to corroborate his version of events, Sneddon could go back to his office and mould his case around their testimony. He could tailor his case exactly to the defense strategy, making it impossible for Jackson to win a criminal trial. The only way Jackson could guarantee himself a fair criminal trial was to make the civil trial go away.

The settlement agreement did not prevent the Chandler family from testifying in a criminal case. Jackson was prepared to fight the allegations in court but he was not prepared to forfeit his right to a fair criminal trial by wasting his defense on a civil suit. The Chandlers' decision not to testify in the criminal case was entirely their own and is perhaps the best indication of what they were really about.

None of this was mentioned in the show's discussion of the 1993 case.

When the second set of allegations rolled around in 2003, Sneddon repeatedly broke the law in his pursuit of Jackson. He breached the conditions of his own search warrant, illegally raided the office of a PI hired by Jackson's lawyer, breached a court-imposed gag order and stole defense documents from the home of a Jackson employee.

When Jackson's lawyer appeared on NBC and stated that the star had a 'concrete, iron-clad alibi' for the dates on the charge sheet, Sneddon shifted them by almost two weeks in time for the arraignment.

None of this is mentioned in tonight's show. Nor is there much discussion at all about the testimony presented in Jackson's trial. Each of the Arvizo family was caught in countless lies. They contradicted their own and each other's versions of events. They claimed to have been held captive at Neverland when records clearly showed that they'd entered and exited the ranch at will and had ample access to telephones while they were there. It was also revealed that the family had lied about sexual abuse in the past for monetary gain.

Elsewhere, former employees took the stand and claimed to have witnessed Jackson molesting Brett Barnes, Wade Robson and Macauley Culkin - only for all three of them to take the stand and tell the prosecution, in no uncertain terms, that they'd never been touched and they resented the implication. The prosecution was also unable to produce a single piece of evidence linking Jackson to their ill-conceived conspiracy charge. All of this - and much more - is omitted from tonight's documentary.

In brief, tonight's show suffers due to time constraints. Whilst it does include interesting commentary from experts like Thomas Mesereau and jurors Paul Rodriguez and Paulina Coccoz, and it will give non-fans an insight into Sneddon's questionable motives and tactics, it is simply impossible to condense the story behind the allegations against Jackson into a one-hour TV show. Aphrodite Jones herself wrote a 296 page book about the 2005 trial alone.

Although this documentary does not include all of the exculpatory evidence relating to the allegations against the King of Pop, it may inspire Jackson skeptics to re-evaluate their stance and perhaps intrigue them enough to seek out Jones's book, Michael Jackson Conspiracy, which contains far more information.

True Crime with Aphrodite Jones airs tonight at 10pm (ET) on Investigation Discovery.

Why Channel 4's 'Greatest Stand-Ups' was actually just the station's latest cock-up

It was with trepidation that I tuned into Channel 4's 'The 100 Greatest Stand-Ups' on Saturday night. The original 2007 line-up was dubious at best and recent publicity claiming that the poll had been repeated to account for new comedians like Russell Howard didn't fill me with hope for the 2010 edition.

Alas, my misgivings were entirely valid. Those expecting a comprehensive list of world class comedians will have been disappointed. The list served only as a testament to the general public's pitiful attention span. That, or many of the voters confused the phrase 'greatest stand-ups of all time' with 'list of comedians who were on telly last week'.

The 2010 update saw Jason Manford ranked 30 places higher than Jackie Mason, Peter Kay more than 20 places higher than George Carlin and Michael McIntyre inexplicably making the top ten. Racist icons like Bernard Manning and Roy Chubby Brown were voted dozens of places higher than the hugely respected Dick Gregory. Recent discoveries Russell Howard and Rhod Gilbert, who have yet to prove their staying power, made the top 50 while comedy legends like Joan Rivers and Andy Kaufman did not. And to top it all off, Ricky Gervais ranked higher than Bill Hicks.

There were also glaring omissions. Rowan Atkinson's stand-up gigs were masterclasses in character comedy, easily rivalling Steve Coogan, who himself took a surprisingly low 59th place. Jeremy Hardy was also noticably absent, despite being one of Britain's most astute and consistently funny comics. Sarah Silverman, whose divisive but taboo-busting material is challenging and original, didn't appear on the list. But shock jock Frankie Boyle, whose 'edgy' material consists largely of calling celebrities 'c*nts' and talking endlessly about paedophilia, ranked in the top 30.

For a show which purported to celebrate great comedy, laughs were surprisingly thin on the ground. The selection of clips was mind-boggling and can't have inspired many viewers to seek out a lot of the showcased acts. To illustrate Sean Hughes's worthiness, programme makers played an unspectacular clip of the comedian pretending to dance with his dog. Frankie Howerd's 'comedy genius', meanwhile, was demonstrated by endless clips of Howerd gurning and saying 'oo-er missus' over and over again.

By far, the funniest moment of the night had to be programme makers playing indisputable footage of Dennis Leary ripping off a Bill Hicks routine word for word - then cutting to Jimmy Carr cluelessly insisting that Leary wasn't a joke thief.

It wasn't all bad, though. Stewart Lee deservedly climbed from 41st place to 12th. Jim Bowen, Mike Reid and John Thompson, who all bafflingly appeared on the 2007 list, have since fallen off the bottom. Mercifully, Andrew Dice Clay has also disappeared after bizarrely making top 40 in the original poll.

Overall, though, the list was a disappointment. Run of the mill modern comics were consistently voted into higher positions than legends with decades of fantastic material behind them. Innovators barely scraped the list while derivative hacks permeated the top 30. But little else can be expected of such polls. I remember watching in horror a few years ago as Little Britain beat Monty Python in a Channel 4 poll to find the greatest comedy sketch of all time.


So here is my alternative list of the five greatest stand-ups of all time.

Bill Hicks

As is often the case with counter-culture icons (eg. Hunter Thompson), Hicks is arguably more popular for his lifestyle than his incisive commentary. His pro-drugs material is some of his best known and most celebrated, despite being some of his weakest. Hicks was truly at his best when delivering impassioned diatribes against hypocrisy and corruption at the heart of government.

Like Thompson, Hicks was a phenomenal political commentator who made the subject both funny and accessible. Both were spurned to some extent by their own country when their frustration led to them being branded unpatriotic. Hicks played to sold out theatres in the UK but was consigned to small comedy clubs in the USA.

Commercially available footage is sparse and never quite does him justice. Hicks's best material is showcased on his various live CDs; 'Dangerous' and 'Rant In E-Minor' are works of art. It is in these collections that we hear Hicks muse on abortion, the military, trailer park culture, religion, his mum's unerring fascination with other people's tumours and plenty of other dynamite routines which never found their way onto his live DVDs.

Stewart Lee

In my estimation, Stewart Lee is the best comedian currently working in the UK. His deadpan delivery and repetitive joke structure infuriate some punters but Lee's world-weary material and eye for the absurd are second to none.

Lee's 2008 DVD '41st Best Stand-Up Ever' is quite possibly the greatest live comedy DVD I've ever seen. In the show Lee details the year after he was voted number 41 on Channel 4's '100 Greatest Stand-Ups' poll, including his mother's insistence that Tom O'Connor is the greatest comedian of all time and Lee's thwarted attempts to record a BBC TV series. Hilarious and touching, the show is an exercise in pathos and was described by the Times as, "Cheerfully heretical, rapturously rhythmic and inspiringly intelligent... He remains the standard by which his fellow Fringe comics must measure themselves."

Lee's 'If You Prefer A Milder Comedian, Please Ask For One' show was easily the best comedy gig I attended last year. Including an assault on the audience for not buying his DVDs, a faux meltdown which saw him vacate the stage and dangle himself precariously from one of the boxes and a lengthy routine about how and why he'd like to murder Richard Hammond, it was hilarious, theatrical and heart-warming.

There are few jobbing comedians with as much to say and none who say it more eloquently than Stewart Lee.

Billy Connolly

The Big Yin topped both Channel 4 polls and rightly so. While Connolly has never been a political comedian, he was certainly subversive and is credited by many comics as the forefather of 'alternative comedy'.
Connolly never intended to be a comedian. He started out as a folk singer but realised that the chit-chat between his songs got a better reaction than the music itself, so decided to make a career out of it. As such, he was performing long annecdotes, sweary routines and observational humour long before it became a trend. It is for this reason that everybody from Ross Noble to Robin Williams credits him as the greatest comedian of all time.

A naturally gifted raconteur with a delightfully warm personality to boot, you might say Connolly has the gift of the gab. You feel comfortable at a Billy Connolly gig. As he's aged, Connolly has developed more of a 'grumpy old man' persona onstage but he remains down to earth, often collapsing into fits of giggles at his own temper.

I saw Connolly in 2007 and have never laughed so much or left a gig feeling so elated as I did that night. Performing more than two hours with no interval, Connolly held the audience in the palm of his hand and had us all doubled up, stomachs knotted, breathless throughout. Connolly was so good that for a while he ruined stand-up for me - everything seemed anti-climactic by comparison. No subsequent gig has ever come close in terms of unrelenting joy and hilarity.

Andy Kaufman

Kaufman turned the genre on its head to such an extent that, arguably, he wasn't really a stand-up comedian at all. His gigs were more like one-man variety shows featuring characters, skits, practical jokes, music, wrestling and more.

It was Kaufman's unpredictability that made him one of the most exciting live performers in the history of stand-up comedy. Walking into a Kaufman gig you never knew what you were going to get. He might come onstage and deliver an hour of dynamite material. But he might come onstage, sit at a table and silently eat ice cream. Or make carrot juice. Or read The Great Gatsby in its entirity. Later in his career, he wrestled women onstage and proclaimed himself the Inter-Gender Wrestling Champion of the World. After one Carnegie Hall gig, he took every member of his audience out for milk and cookies.

Kaufman didn't care whether his audience laughed or not as long as their reaction was strong. It didn't matter whether that reaction was horror, revulsion, confusion or anger. Some have even proclaimed him the forefather of performance art.

Regrettably, Kaufman is best known for his appearances in the sitcom Taxi as foreign mechanic Latka Gravas. But Kaufman despised the show and repeatedly attempted to sabotage it. Perhaps even funnier offstage than on, Kaufman insisted when signing his Taxi contract that the producers guaranteed several guest spots for Las Vegas lounge singer Tony Clifton. (Clifton, of course, was Kaufman underneath latex and a wig.) When it came time for Clifton to shoot his guest spots, he raised hell around the set. One day he showed up with the Hell's Angels as his security. Another day he telephoned the studio claiming to have car trouble and insisted that the execs buy him a new car. They begrudgingly agreed. He arrived shortly afterwards and promptly drove it into the studio wall.

Kaufman may seem a strange choice given that his live shows were very patchy. But his character work was so phenomenal that people were guessing for years as to whether he and Tony Clifton were the same person or not. His live shows were always exciting and unpredictable. Although he wasn't really appreciated in his own time, he has rightfully become a legend since his premature death. He has since been immortalised in the 1999 film 'Man On The Moon', where he was perfectly played by Jim Carrey.

Chris Rock

Although Rock has spent much of his career labouring under the illusion that saying the word 'pussy' over and over again equals instant comedy gold, once you get past his amateurish sexual material Rock is arguably the most important comedian working in the world today.

Rock is one of America's premier political commentators, speaking authoritatively and side-splittingly on racial inequality and social injustice. Like Dick Gregory before him, Rock uses his biting humour as a weapon, revealing widespread hypocrisy and prejudice in modern society and particularly at the heart of government.

I saw Rock in 2008 on his 'No Apologies' tour, during which he delivered a devastating monologue about modern day segregation and the obstacles that African Americans face. In his entire neighbourhood, he explained, there were only four African Americans. The first was Rock himself - a world famous comedian. The other three comprised of a world famous actor (Denzel Washington), a world famous singer (Mary J Blige) and a world famous rapper (Jay-Z). But what about the white guy living next door to Rock? A dentist.
"Black man gotta fly," he said, "to get something a white man can walk to. Do you know what a black dentist would have to do to live in my neighbourhood!? He'd have to invent teeth!"

Previous tours have seen Rock rage against the treatment of African American celebrities by the authorities and the media, including a lengthy rant about the murder of Tupac Shakur. Unafraid to speak his mind, Chris Rock is perhaps the closest we have to Bill Hicks nowadays. If he'd only ditch the endless 'pussy' gags then his important voice might get heard a little more often, too.