Stand Up Comedy in the Magic City (Book Release)

Virtual Event on the uncensored history of standup comedy in Miami, Florida, and how it was a microcosm of the regional live comedy scenes all over these United States, including NYC, back in the days when free speech, hard drugs, and the mafia ruled the streets. Chapters On: Lenny Bruce, George Kirby, Belle Barth, Pearl Williams, B.S. Pully, Sammy Shore, La Wanda Page, Flip Wilson, George Carlin, Richard Pryor, Don Rickles, Redd Foxx, Slappy White, Joe E. Lewis, Sophie Tucker, Wildman Steve, Pigmeat Markham, Moms Mabley, and Rodney Dangerfield. Plus bonus chapters with Miami Overtown Soul, Funk, and R&B Pioneer Sam Moore and his wife / manager Joyce Moore on the true history of the real Miami and what you might have never heard about Bill Cosby. GET THE BOOK THAT JACKIE THE JOKEMAN MARTLING SAID, "IT'S GOOD" https://www.amazon.com/Standup-Comics-Magic-Jacob-Katel/dp/B0DD2J3KBF PEARL WILLIAMS -- SAMPLE CHAPTER Pearl Williams was a pretty little legal secretary from the Lower East Side of Manhattan who wanted to be a New York State Supreme Court Judge and was 15 credits shy of an NYU law degree, who found herself twenty five years later on stage at 5a.m. at the Place Pigalle on Miami Beach with two big arches drawn on her forehead singing about getting her knish ate from the back to a couple hundred clapping, laughing, drunken fools. It all started when her friend needed a piano player for a club audition way back in nineteen thirty somethin’, and a guy named Feet Edson liked her style, got her a gig with Louie Prima, and then at a clip joint, a bust-down, a bar that used broads and music to lure in suckers and then overcharged em’ for drinks. They had muscle on hand for whoever didn’t wanna pay. They all paid. She started bringing home hundreds of bucks and her mom thought she was a wh**e in Chicago. But the only ivories she was tickling were her piano keys. She played straight up club-piano, no jokes, for eighteen years and then snapped one night when a heckler said “Show your ti** b***h!” Pearl told him, 'Fu** off you no d*** having little fa***t, you wouldn’t know what to do with a pair of t**s if you were the farmer’s wife!' (or something along those lines). The whole club broke up and that’s how she started comedy. Sometime in the midsixties she moved to Miami Beach, walked up to Harry Ridge, the owner of the Place Pigalle, and said, “Hey, it’s me, Pearl Williams. I start tomorrow.” And she did. Big funny fat lady in a cherry red zipper front dress, looking like a fire hydrant. She had more makeup than a clown, but you know what, she had a nice face but she was tough, pretty and ugly at the same time. Pretty ugly. People love that combo. The crowd saw her like family. She was quick. A real wit. Owned the stage like a union boss. Big voice. Lotta singing. Lotta Hovva Naggilla. Pearl Williams started performing in Miami in 1946 and never stopped till she pushed it to the illogical extreme when she retired from the Place Pigalle in 1984, the last of the old Miami Beach nightclubs. She worked there from 1966 with a lot of the same strippers and audiences year after year, cultivating a mystic status on 23rd and Collins Ave... ©Jacob Katel all rights reserved

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