Remembering John Belushi
 John Adam Belushi January 24, 1949 – March 5, 1982 |
back when I thought Saturday Night Live was really funny and not this leftist libtard derivative nothingness that has taken the place of real writing on television since the writer's strike of the 1980s.
He could take a smattering of quips and pans and turn it into a riot before your very eyes back in his heyday.
That improvisational comedic virtuoso which he was gave rise to performance pieces in musical and physical comedy and variety entertainment and he flourished ... at least outwardly at first.
Like all gems of the entertainment industry John Belushi fell victim to that fame and fortune which became his and he died from an overdose combination of drugs at the Chateau Marmont in LA back in 1982 from an injected drug cocktail called "speedball" in his hotel room.
I was some 30 miles South in El Toro on that day and it was somewhat numbing if not halfway ignored by me in those throes of being thrust into an untenable situation of my own during that timeframe.
Mr Belushi was typically billed as an American actor and comedian who delved into singing.
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He and Dan Akroyd were fairly inseparable coming from common commedic roots.
He received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 2004 which was awarded 22 years posthumously.
How long we forget. The most recurring thoughts I have of him since his passing involve how he might have faired in the absence of Cathy Smith on March 5th of that last tumultuous year.