There are still people playing the lute and all kinds of other historic instruments. There must be a group of devoted flatulists out there? I'm not just saying any old farters, I'm talking true flatulists.
I am a true flatulist. I would love to play you the sound of my people. You know one could say that I kinda admire you, so I wrote a song just for you. It would be an honor to perform.
it was genuinely so fucking boring that people were more than happy to give any visiting traveller free food and housing so long as they told some stories and news, you could straight up live your life as a travelling storyteller because everyone was so dreadfully desperate for some entertainment.
I am impressed at the control you'd have to have to not only fart on command, but to fart so consistently that it is considered a specific performance with a name. "Oh, I love this one!" It's amazing.
Last week, I was watching a live taping of a comedy podcast, where a couple of journalists tell crazy stories from history.
They were doing the story of serial scammer, Frank Abergnale, aka the guy Leonardo DiCaprio plays in Catch Me If You Can. The problem with this story is that Frank Abergnale might be full of shit in his own right, as the only source for much of his story is based on his self-biography, which is very likely not true.
The hosts take turns researching and telling the stories, while the other one listens. This week, the storyteller was the lactose intolerant guy. So, because he knew his story was gonna be a lot of bullshit, he had brought a packet of 18 cheap cheeses. So if the listening host got a whiff of this being a lie, he would be able to call bullshit, and the storytelling host would have to eat one of the cheeses as punishment on behalf of Mr. Abergnale.
All this to say that this comment made me realize, we still have jesters and flatulists today. We just call them comedians and podcast hosts.
Imagine 20 years on, he’s an established country gentleman, married with grown children, and he still has to ride to court every Christmas to fart for the king.
One jump, one whistle, and one fart was the highest level of entertainment at the time I guess. I’m glad human entertainment has evolved beyond the humor level of my six year old son.
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