No one epitomizes New York more than Jerry Seinfeld (with apologies to Howard Stern and Otto Luck, of course). His debut CD, Im Telling You for the Last Time, out September 22, was recorded live August 6-9, 1998 at the Broadhurst Theatre, the final date of which was Jerry's HBO comedy special and the culmination of his international stand-up tour that began after the Seinfeld finale last Spring.
The CD features Jerry-isms, some of which you've heard, many which you haven't. Recognizing skits from old Seinfeld episodes wasn't bothersome. Just like his sitcom, or a good shot of Scotch, I don't mind sitting through an encore. They're all treasures, given his unique brand of comedy, which focuses on the things we do a thousand times daily, but never stop to consider. Why bother, when Jerry's there to do it for us.
It will be interesting to see what Seinfeld comes up with in the years to come. No movies, says he... "Most of the movies you see aren't very good these days and they're very complicated, you know. I mean, you go see some piece of junk and it's a hundred million dollars and two years in the making. You go to a bad movie, it's two hours; you're in a bad movie, it's two years. I'd be afraid I'd be in the movie looking out at the audience saying, 'This sucks, doesn't it. I can't get out of this thing. They got me under contract.'"
What, then, are in the cards for Seinfeld? More stand-up, of course, but also... "I want to get into surfing. That's what I want to do. I think surfing is fun. I'm serious. I'm gonna do that. I think surfing is cool. I think it's funny all the trouble that people go through to get into the ocean and that really the ocean is just constantly throwing us out of it. That's what surfing is, the ocean throwing us out."
As everyone well knows, Jerry is a native New Yorker, a fact he mentions on the new CD: "Yes, I am from Massapequa [Long Island, New York]. Massapequa is an Indian name. It means 'by the mall.'"
If you're wondering why the picture of Jerry on the CD cover (the same one plastered all over New York this summer) is so stunning, the reason is simple: The one and only Annie Liebowitz photographed it.