Sometimes it’s easy to watch a comedian up on stage and think, “Oh, I could do that.” And then you hear an album like Brent Weinbach’s Mostly Live, and realize, no, holy shit, I could never do this, and this really is an art form, a blend of wit and acting and preparation and careful control, and I’m just going to shut up and let the man do his thing.
September 6th, 2012 · No Comments
November 13th, 2011 · 1 Comment
Mike Burns, who was a little “meh” last time I saw him, was in top form this night, spurred on by a cooing couple at the bar three feet away from the stage who would NOT TURN AROUND AND ACKNOWLEDGE HIS PRESENCE, no matter how many times he LOUDLY insulted the man’s hipster manhood or the woman’s purity, and despite the fact that Mike was recovering from being stabbed just the week before. Stabbed!
March 17th, 2010 · No Comments
Jo Cool and Double DD narrowly escape the Cummando’s pursuit, only to be subjected to gynecological experimentation anyway.
July 21st, 2009 · 2 Comments
It’s too bad that comedians and musicians don’t cross-pollinate more, because in Moshe Kasher, I hear a bravado and indignant boy-man-ism reminiscent of the most insular shows at the Vermont House. He gets it. If you’re in a band, you should actually bring Kasher’s CD in the tour van with you this fall. It’s one hell of a road-trip album: the chronicle of an exasperated yet bemused Jew wandering from San Francisco to Los Angeles and burning his bridges along the way with short stops in Germany, the piss-soaked streets of Spain, and the homophobic auditoriums (“Naw, dawg!”) of Modesto.
April 27th, 2008 · 5 Comments