Dave Williamson is a comedian whose mellow, laid-back persona does not hold him back from serving up a fresh take on standard comedy touchstones that results in solid laughs. We've all heard comedy bits on fatherhood, technology (and the parents who dabble in it), and Oprah but with Williamson at the mic, there's absolutely no danger of feeling like you've heard it all before.
Yes, on his album Thicker Than Water Williamson begins by talking about having two young children at home but instead of complaining about how they've wrecked his social life, he proudly boasts that the party invitations have actually picked up. Granted, they're usually parties that don't supply alcohol, but still.
From that point, it's smooth sailing and Williamson covers a lot of ground. He's a storyteller more than he is a joke teller and there are a nice number of laughs tucked away in the details. His commentary on the world around him is skewed just enough to point out the funny and not so much that you're concerned for anyone's safety. Not everyone would be able to get away with bits on how to prove the gullibility of children with the help of a CD of ice cream truck sounds or confess how badly he wants to put his new handgun to use but Williamson successfully maneuvers his way around them and slips through unscathed.
His tales of partying in college find him struggling with a couple of three-digit phone numbers, both of which are arguably necessary in an emergency. Williamson then smoothly transitions into the subject of joggers and why two inches of water on the beach dashed any Hasselhoff-ian aspirations he may have had. My favorite segway occurs about halfway through the album when he suddenly declares out of the blue, "Oprah quit." It's an abrupt, sharp turn that comes out of nowhere but his delivery is perfect and I loved it.
My favorite moments occurred when Williamson brought his family into the mix. The story of his mother navigating the seas of social media and haphazardly posting sympathy LOLs on her friends' Facebook pages was a riot and painted a nice picture of how the two of them interact.
Williamson's four-year-old son steals the show and it's really sweet to hear how affectionately he's spoken of. The bond between the two of them is evident and at times Williamson himself is unable to keep a straight face as he relates the early-morning battles between SportsCenter and Elmo and his son's childlike insightfulness in describing the mysteries of spontaneous body functions.
I enjoyed this album and appreciate Williamson's willingness to offer up such a fresh perspective on geriatric Sex Ed teachers and how often you use cell phones (and where you keep them). And those little family stick figure decals people love to plaster on their vehicle's rear windows? Yea... let's just say they had it coming.