Goodbye Steven Brody Stevens. I treasure every moment, every memory ... I knew Brody since way back in the earliest days of my showbiz life, at El Cid and the Ramada basement shows. When I was new he made me feel like a pro, like we were part of a team. He was always there: sweet, goofy and supportive offstage, a glorious, ferocious force onstage - prowling around like a lion that had somehow figured out how to make fun of itself through its own bravado. His style - attack the room - was enchanting to witness and a huge influence on me and many of our friends. “It’s ALL. About. The ENERGY.” I believe it as an ethos because of him. I remember Brody lifting kettlebells in the hall before going onstage to do a set - like, what?! I remember him introducing me onstage by lauding me for going to high school in the Valley - like it was somehow a major moral accomplishment. I remember him many times REQUIRING a timid audience to pick it up and start laughing. He was my favorite host to be on a show with because he could single-handedly whip any room into a frenzy. We did a lot together. My best memories are moments like the one pictured here, at the Bridgetown Comedy Festival in 2012. I think we kept going up back to back, interrupting eachother’s sets? So many nights like that. Brody would hop offstage without hesitation and perform from the audience. The whole room became the stage. It had been a while since I saw Brody, and these last couple of weeks in particular I was hoping to run into him at a show soon. God fuck. Everyone loves you Brody. We all miss you. #818forLIFE #818tiliDIE #YesS #PositiveEnergy #YouGOTit #Brody 📷: @artrulz https://www.instagram.com/p/BuNktc7HJ3X/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=th4tsss0d30h