I heard Tony Bennett being interviewed on the radio and asked if he ever gets tired from singing his 1962 hit “I Left My Heart in San Francisco”.
He coyly responded with his own question, “Do you ever get tired of making love?”
As a comedian, I feel the same way about some of my jokes.
We (comedians) call these gems: our evergreen, “A” material. It doesn’t matter how old the joke is there is a high probablity that it will envoke laughter from an unsuspecting audience.
However, I don’t necessarily agree with Bennett’s analogy with love-making. Whenever I find myself spitting out a “classic” bit and get a great response, it feels more like I just mastubated to dirty jpegs instead of making love to an actual woman.
The fleeting, orgasmic feeling of laughter is immediately followed by the post-auto-coitus-clean-up-guilt because I reverted to an old joke rather than work on new material.
It gets the job done but I’d rather create new stuff.
