Once upon a time a local theme park was having a music day where they brought in a bunch of bands to play in the park's various amphitheaters throughout the day. I was asked to emcee one of the stages and in a flash of improvised Only Ed Thinks This Is Funny brilliance, I introduced one of the bands like this,
"All right you guys, I know you all know this next band...they are truly a band who needs no introduction."
And then, heeding my own words, I turned and walked off the stage. As I headed into the wings, I was met with looks of confusion by the band and backstage crew, the crowd's bewildered silence filling the house. For some reason they didn't find it as hilarious as I did.
Judging by the similar way Amy Schumer's new CD Cutting ends, I believe I may have found my kindred spirit. Except, I'm pleased to say, Schumer knows how to do the gag and make it funny. That's why she's the professional here and I'm not.
Cutting is a wonderfully solid project by a comedian who knows how to use the power of misdirection and a well-placed tag. She's confident, brazen, and unapologetic and why should she be anything but? Schumer has a solid 45 minutes that seems to fly by. Nothing lags here. The cover of her CD perfectly reflects the comedy to be found inside: Bright, cheerful, and playfully innocent upon first glance but a closer examination reveals there may be something darker lurking behind it all. From the very first joke about her finally hooking up with her high school sweetheart - and revealing that it is a literal high schooler she's talking about - we know Schumer is going to keep us on our toes and nothing will appear as it first seems.
This is a comedian who likes to have fun. Maybe sometimes too much fun as she explains why nothing good ever comes from blacking out ("I've never woken up and been like, "What is this Pilates mat doing out?!"). But don't let that give you a bad impression of her. After all, she explains she's only had sex with four different guys. And then goes on to add that was a wild night.
Schumer's off-the-cuff interactions with the crowd are just as brilliant as the material she came prepared with. Whether she's lamenting the random "We love you!" screamed by a female in the audience or entertaining the crowd with a hilarious back-and-forth with the ill-named Don Diego, she proves she's able to stand her ground and nothing is going to throw her for a loop. Not Swedes who are "sort of" circumcised. Not the woman in the parking lot who tried to convert her away from Judaism. And definitely not her dirty, dirty college roommate Denise who signed an affidavit allowing Schumer to explain to the world she probably has AIDS.
All of this, of course, is done with a wink and a smile and Schumer keeps the crowd stitched up the entire time. My only beef with the project is not with Schumer, but with the weird gay ghost who magically appears in the audience about halfway through the project. There's a guy in the crowd with a very distinct laugh - and that's putting it lightly - who really starts to let go about halfway through the album and it started to get on my nerves. He sounds like a young Paul Lynde trying to scare a house full of unsuspecting teenagers.
But hey, that's a testament to Schumer's humor. Not only did she keep the crowd rolling, providing non-stop laughs from everyone, she also managed to be so funny that she summoned up The Gayest Ghost in the Netherworld.
And when your humor makes people on both sides of the grave laugh, you know you're doing your job.