Stevie Wonder Wasn’t the Weirdest Part

I attended the ‘Untitled’ Chappelle documentary screening at the Hollywood Bowl. It’s unclear why this wasn’t the Netflix special.

About a month ago, a photographer I follow on Instagram posted a special code to buy tickets to an “Untitled Chappelle Event” at the Hollywood Bowl on October 7. With the pandemic not quite over and stir-craziness at an all-time high, the open-air venue and chance to do something exclusive seemed like a gift from the beforetimes.

But last week, there was a sort of sudden Netflix drop of the sixth Dave Chappelle special, “The Closer.” And so I literally commented on the guy’s IG: “THEN WHAT IS THE EVENT?”

As the days went on, and the special was released, and I sat through Dave’s storytelling and ranting on a fixation of now three different specials (trans women, and his feelings about them and their existence), I grew more and more annoyed. I’ve been a fan of Dave Chappelle since I saw Killin’ Them Softly, specifically the joke about Oscar the Grouch and how shitty everyone on Sesame Street treats him. I haven’t revisited that special in years, and I can still recite that entire act out in time with the cadence. I know it. It’s a profound and deeply hilarious moment that proved his genius in the pre-9/11…