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To this day still holds the record for the most consecutive, welterweight backyard wrestling victories in the state of Indiana with 37. He would have kept that record going too if the league didn’t suddenly up and decide that usage of a folding chair was illegal. Right in the middle of a fight they decided that. Like some total horseshit. Kyle also traveled around central Mexico for two years with a Mariachi band, performing at quinceaneras and cartel parties, until eventually they split hairs over a botched payment opening for Los Tigres del Norte, Kinane packing up his bindle, best boots and passport and heading back north. There he found factory work in the Rust Belt for awhile but it was during a lunch-break where the rapper Xzibit was clowning a homosexual co-worker that Kyle stepped up the plate, served X to the Z in front of everyone in line, and the rest, as they say, is history.

And even though none of that is true the point is with Kyle Kinane it all feels like it could be. There’s a mythos that surrounds the guy that makes you want to believe anything anyone says about him, no matter how far fetched and fantastic. But simple truth of the matter is he’s a punk-rock, art-school kid from the Chicago suburbs who may just be the best comic of my generation. Or, at the very least, no one is going to look at you funny for making such a bold claim. Which is pretty fantastic in and of itself. And I consider myself lucky to call him a friend.

Kyle rolled through Denver recently to grace the stage of the Grawlix Three Year Anniversary Show. The next day over a couple of coffees and with the snow descending down from the mountains around us, we shot the shit a little bit at My Dining Room Table. I think you’re going to enjoy it. Almost as much as watching Kyle Kinane punch Paul Shaffer right in his Canadian beak on Kyle’s Letterman TV debut at the tender age of 16. Shit was boss.

Kyle’s a fan of this video, “Kid Candy” by Seaweed:

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