On Sunset Boulevard, there is a building where the greatest names in the history of comedy are written on its walls.
By John Clark
It is a vortex. A dark, menacing place that can suck you in if you let it. There is so much history you can feel it as soon as you walk in the door. It’s claimed to be haunted by the ghost of criminals, artists and the broken dreams of those who never made it. It was once called Ciro’s and was owned/operated by the mafia and frequented by Sinatra, Dean Martin, Humphrey Bogart, Sam Davis, Jr., Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Nat King Cole and so many others it will blow your mind. Hell, even JFK ate dinner there. This space has been a mecca for aspiring comics ever since a lady named Mitzi changed its name and in doing so, the history of comedy. We now know it as The Comedy Store.
Sure, it’s seen better times and some people believe the place will get turned into a parking lot once Mitzi gets the light, but it will always be an amazing piece of entertainment history. For the past 40 years it’s been Comedy College. Almost every comedian you have ever heard of has performed there and the walls are painted with the names of legends and doormen alike. By the way, some of those doormen have since become legends. How can you get your name on that wall? How can you become a part of that history? Well, no one really fucking knows anymore. It used to be Mitzi would like you and that was that. Now it’s become a strange mind fuck of a thing with hoops to jump through, asses to be nuzzled and time to be spent hanging out.
Sure, it’s seen better times and some people believe the place will get turned into a parking lot once Mitzi gets the light, but it will always be an amazing piece of entertainment history. For the past 40 years it’s been Comedy College. Almost every comedian you have ever heard of has performed there and the walls are painted with the names of legends and doormen alike. By the way, some of those doormen have since become legends. How can you get your name on that wall? How can you become a part of that history? Well, no one really fucking knows anymore. It used to be Mitzi would like you and that was that. Now it’s become a strange mind fuck of a thing with hoops to jump through, asses to be nuzzled and time to be spent hanging out.
"You see at The Store, no one cares what you look like, who you’re wearing or what kind of car you drive. If you have ever been to LA you can understand what a relief that is."