My first encounter with Steve Martin was in 1972 at the Troubadour club in Hollywood. He was the warmup act for a musical group that has since faded into obscurity (Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks) and that was a favorite of mine then and now. He came out in his white suit and his goofy schtick, and it was so silly that you couldn’t help but laugh. A lot. He even played the banjo, with a proficiency that was surprising given his silly act. It was fun, funny, and thoroughly enjoyable.