Official Blog of Comedian Josh Accardo

Anything is possible...

2011-05-10T21:38:00.002-04:00

When chasing trash can dreams life has a way of hiding your accomplishments and enhancing your insecurity and short comings.. The last 6 months have been spent clawing and scratching to fund my passion project "Tuck Davis".. Pulling every favor from every artist that could help enhance the product.. working every temp job and doing every spot possible to fund the expensive submission process to festivals.. It has been painful and overwhelming, most nights I find myself staring blankly into the dark ready to break down from exhaustion, and lackluster feelings regarding my art. It's been a more than usual painful time in my life. I can't shake the feeling that "I am less than.." in every phase of the saying in a professional sense. Tonight I sit here in front of my laptop and for the first time in months not only did I feel like writing.. I felt like expressing who and what I am.. I looked around at my 5 years here in NYC and I came here from nothing and I created a whole world of artists around me.. I brought together so many people with this one project.. so many talented people donated themselves to this project, all based on my vision.. I had a thought and I turned into 30 mins of Art and it took 40 people to bring it all together.. 40 people decided this was something they wanted to be a part of.. not for money.. not for fame.. for the art. I did that. There is something to that.

I am so focused on bookings.. Television.. management.. agents.. all of which I don't have much of.. but I missed the fact that was slapping me in the face like a mandingo cock on the face of a young unsuspecting white girl on xvideos.. I have a gift of bringing people together to create my visions. Making people believe.. ironically except for myself most of the time. I just can't believe that this is my life.. Using my talent to create and bust my ass to find that audience.. to find that market... I am a fucking champion. I truly am winning.. My checkbook doesn't show it and my name may not ring as many bells as it should, but this life is a win already.

Bleed truth-

Josh Accardo (I was once the crooked tooth pimp)

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TUCK DAVIS

2011-03-08T20:14:00.002-05:00

So this past week I finished TUCK DAVIS. I still have some sound to work on.. But for the most part the film is done. It's unreal that I wrote it in may 2010 and I'm just now wrapping up editing. I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure it reaches as many people as possible. I'm so proud of it.

In other news I realized that I have an amazing man part that pleases all who comes across it.

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Good Laughs and Bad Laughs

2009-10-08T10:59:00.000-04:00

I saw this guy on the train yesterday morning laughing crazily at a newspaper. At first I thought “Wow he is really into the funny pages or some sensational story” and as his laugh became more and more out of place and loud, I wanted to know what he was reading more and more. Every time he would belt out a roar of a laugh his large stomach that plopped over his belt while he sat propped up in the subway bench would shake and rumble like he was sitting on his own personal earthquake. When his laugh hit its peak he would expose a giant cat like smile exposing his missing side teeth.

It seems like nobody wanted to look directly at the man, but it became clear that the energy in the subway car was mimicking my own. We all wanted to know what the fuck was so funny. I finally was able to maneuver my eyes in a way that wasn’t too obvious and see what he was reading. It was the New York Post paper (not sure if you are familiar with the post but it is not exactly the feel good paper) and he wasn’t reading anything… He was just flipping through pages and then laughing on cue. I feel like everyone discovered it at the same time I did, because now his laugh was making everyone uncomfortable. I think he somehow felt that too and it made him laugh louder and add on a stare at each one of us around him.

I started to think to myself what if I just stared at this guy back? I am sure that could eliminate some of his empowerment. I started to stare into his eyes and I realized that this guy was more child like than loose cannon lunatic. I immediately stopped staring. Not because I was scared, but because I didn’t want him to talk to me. He had this look like not only did he need a friend, but he needed one so bad that he was willing to take one. This explains the staring... It wasn’t a power trip, it was more of a “Whichever motherfucker stares back that’s my BFF”. That was not going to be me.

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Talk and Talk

2009-08-23T17:07:00.001-04:00

Talk and talk and talk…

I can’t breathe with you and I can’t breathe without you. I just need a little space to serve my case. I just need a quick break to heal my ache.

I’m dropping the ball, screwing the pooch, blowing the big game, shit the bed, pressure is mounting, I am standing on life’s free throw line and my palms are sweaty.

In the end I’m still so lonely...

Did we break each other? Is there a refund? The sun still beats hard on my face, the rain still beats hard on the window, I here loud orgasmic screams and I hear loud violent screams.

Uninspired. Sip my piss and eat up my bullshit. I care little and avoid much.

Squeeze this life out of me please. Take this world and crush it in the compactor. Take this face and plaster it with disappointment and distance.

Lonely, loneliest, loner. Loser, losing, lost.

Beer, smoke, and money spent that I owe back. I am in debt to my emotions and my morals. The endless summer that never began.

Numb is the word. Nothing is what is deserved.

Cheese and whine. Violin and harps, Tissues and sniffles.

I feel like I do wrong and then I feel when I try to do right I miss my target. I don’t have it and don’t get it and I don’t know where I can find it.

Goodbye Yellow brick road. It’s back to the pavement for me.

Bleed truth friend.

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MJ Tribute Film (Rare Footage)

2009-08-08T23:28:00.001-04:00

Check out my tribute film for Michael Jackson. Directed by Josh Accardo

Solitary Friend

2009-07-18T11:22:00.006-04:00

Solitary is a friend of mine..

solitary is funny.. Makes finding yourself more difficult.

Please view my cell. My convent, my colony..

I call it the red roof inn. Hookers lay unsatisfied next door.

Warnings of bolt latching from the managemnt posted on a sign by the
door knob. Asking me to be safe.. But I feel more dangerous than ever.

Please step outside and view the free way.

Smoke taints my hair. My bowels leak of cheap diner food.

My rations are small.. My accomadations are lack luster.

Living the dream. Living the dream.

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MJ

2009-07-09T15:21:00.002-04:00

Don't go around breaking young girls hearts...

Im a Michael Jackson fan. I have been since i was 3 years old. It may
seem a little selfish, but his death has made me feel old. To watch a
piece of my child hood detoriate and ultimately come to his demise a
week and a half ago is not only tragic, but shocking.

Oddly enough this man that stood for never growing old and always
being a big kid. The same man that called himself peter pan. Who stood
by his ideals even though they seem to find him only trouble.. His
death took my child hood with him in a sense. I feel like more of an
adult today than I have in a long time.

I have never met Michael Jackson.. I have never stood next to him.. So
over the last week I have been trying to figure why I have been so sad
over a strangers death and I'm I insanse to feel this way?

I associate numerous memories with this person and his art. So Many
good memories.. From the time I was 11 and sung man in the mirror on
camera imitating him and my family circulated the video to Nevada back
to Cali. The time a family friend glued fake rhinestones on a white
butler glove for me, or the time we went to neverland ranch and rang
the buzzer.

Last week I went to the Apollo theater to pay tribute it was me and
500 black people singing songs, laughing, crying, and celebrating. The
energy in that circle of people was so intense.. For one person to
mean so many different things to so many people was awe inspiring. I
consider myself an entertainer and I can not fathom commanding that
kind of presence. It really made me appreciate his abilities and It
made the current state seem that much more tragic.

I have been nothing short of obsessed over this the last 9 days and I
have tried to obtain every rare interview or video or picture with
Michael Jackson in it and I have discovered a little piece of realism
in all of it. Depressing to lose talent.

Waste of talent.... (Bronx tale)

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Booty Talk Short Film Part 2

2009-07-01T21:15:00.001-04:00

Check out part 2 of my new short film

Booty Talk Short Film Part 1

2009-07-01T21:14:00.001-04:00

Check out my new short film