Chris Cubas sits down across from me at a Jack-N-The Box, takes a sip from a grape Sprite and we talk about comedy, Austin, venues, and ever-present hecklers.
“I bought a Bill Cosby cassette tape at the store,” he begins. “I took it with me to school and ran a headphone wire up my sleeve. I would sit like this (he rests his head on his hand as if he was tired) and listen to it until the batteries in my cassette player died. I bought the video too and would watch it. I watched how he held the mike, and how he used his voice to control the crowd. He was a great storyteller. He did a fifteen minute bit called ‘To Russell My Brother, Whom I Slept With.’ Who else can talk for fifteen minutes about something like that and make it funny?” [Read more…]