tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66719192352729353002017-10-14T06:12:14.234-04:00Comedy ReviewsReviews of comedy albums. Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.comBlogger283125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-89476890047300333962017-02-23T22:51:00.000-05:002017-02-27T21:19:55.232-05:00Joe DeRosa's "You Let Me Down"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/You-Let-Me-Down-Explicit/dp/B01MU9FEHI/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1487906787&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=joe+derosa+you+let+me+down&amp;linkCode=li3&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=91d795daa2899069400b17f3dd706ea2" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B01MU9FEHI&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="https://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=li3&amp;o=1&amp;a=B01MU9FEHI" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="https://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=li2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B01MU9FEHI" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">By virtue of writing this review, I'm veering perilously close to the cesspool of people whom Joe DeRosa warns us to avoid on his new project, <i><b><a href="http://amzn.to/2miSv7S" target="_blank">You Let Me Down</a></b>. </i>To be honest, I can't say he'd be wrong. The Internet really <i>is</i>&nbsp;chock-full of people who think the rest of the world needs to be informed of their every thought and opinion simply because they have access to a keyboard and free coffee-shop wifi.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">I've always been careful to stress that my opinions here at Comedy Reviews are exactly that: opinions. You may very well disagree with my point of view, my style of writing, or the font I've lazily chosen, and that's totally allowed.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">At the end of the day, I'm just a dork who enjoys listening to - and writing about - stand-up comedy with very little actual stand-up experience that would qualify me to do so.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">I say all of that to say this: I really liked <i style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://amzn.to/2miSv7S" target="_blank">You Let Me Down</a></i>. It made me laugh. A lot.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">And now, as is the duty of every self-proclaimed online reviewer, I shall expound despite the fact no one asked me to.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">I've been a fan of DeRosa's for some time now <i>(long-time readers of the site may recall my very first review was his <b><a href="http://www.comedy-reviews.com/2010/11/joe-derosa-depression-auction.html" target="_blank">The Depression Auction</a></b>&nbsp;CD)</i>, and despite the title of this newest outing he has yet to let me down. There are few people who can wring so much funny out of so much disgruntledness. As DeRosa gets more and more wound up <i>(Why can't we just go back to punching each other in the face? Why do we insist on open-casket funerals? And seriously, Arizona... what the hell is wrong with you?)</i>, the humor of his rants escalates proportionally.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Unlike many comics shining the light of WTF on people and situations around them, DeRosa isn't doing so from a position of superiority. He's transparent about his battle with anxiety and the one-on-one confrontations he and Prozac have battled out. That being said, there's a <i>lot</i>&nbsp;out there begging to be dealt with and taken down a peg or two and Joe is just the guy for the job.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">DeRosa has no patience for Olympic athletes and even less understanding of the confusion that sets in when they inevitably act up. Of <i>course</i>&nbsp;Ryan Lochte did what he did; he's an athlete and... well... athletes are assholes. Where's the mystery?</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">It's golden geese like these whose necks DeRosa so gleefully throttles on this album, and to be completely honest, it's a great thing to witness. He doesn't shy away from being what may be perceived as politically incorrect and, of course, therein lies the comedy. He refuses to play it safe and as a result we get some great bits on gender equality <i>(Are we fistfighting or not?)</i>, dating apps <i>(There's a fine line between psychopaths, sociopaths, and serial killers)</i>, and porn <i>(It's a shame that when it comes to entering the industry the door is no longer exit-only)</i>.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Despite what appears to be a dismal outlook on society, his seemingly constant state of dissatisfaction, or his general mode of being annoyed, one can't help but see through the entire facade. You just get the sense that buried deep down beneath the exasperation beats the heart of a genuinely good guy - or at least the heart of someone doing his best to be good.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">But then... another celebrity gets a free pass just because they're a celebrity and another douche golfer throws a hissy fit and another homicide cop gives an interview that makes him sound crazier than the maniac he's hunting and... well...&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Seriously, can we just start punching people in the face again?</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="380" src="https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify%3Aalbum%3A1YTKodGtmkwVYLT0qaYXtq" width="300"></iframe><br /></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-12707941884827691972017-02-15T21:45:00.002-05:002017-02-15T21:45:19.554-05:00Chad Daniels's "Footprints on the Moon"<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Footprints-Moon-Explicit-Chad-Daniels/dp/B01MUDVCT3/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1487200280&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=chad+daniels+footprints+on+the+moon&amp;linkCode=li2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=8b69859292cbfca15ab34fb9ce6ae638" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="320" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B01MUDVCT3&amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><div style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">In 2012 I named Chad Daniels’s CD <b><a href="http://amzn.to/2llypeX" target="_blank">You’re the Best</a></b> as my favorite album of the year. In 2014, with the release of <b><a href="http://amzn.to/2lSBGzF" target="_blank">Natural Selection</a></b>, he confirmed my suspicions that 2012 was not a fluke. This month he dropped </span><span style="color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><a href="http://amzn.to/2llIZCK" target="_blank">Footprints on the Moon</a></b></span><span style="color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline;">, submitting to the Courts of Comedy undeniable proof that yes indeed, he is one of the most consistently funny comedians working today. There aren’t many comics out there who get me to laugh so hard, so often, and so unexpectedly.</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-103b4537-44ba-fcb5-3ffe-b97175ba9a17" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b> </div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After being a fan of Daniels for a few years you’d think by now I’d be used to the way he uses his family as a primo source of material </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>(this time around his wife gets off scot-free thanks to the distraction that are their children)</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, but still I laughed every time he mentioned the joyously delightful day his son turns 18 so he can full-on punch him in the face.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b> </div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I love the gleeful, carefree way in which Daniels thumbs his nose at institutions and ideals society demands we treat with the utmost tender loving care. Bullying seminars only encourage that which the dorky teacher is trying to deter us from </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>(“Some people think bullying is horrible, but it made my daughter prettier”)</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> and when it comes to dealing with kids on The Spectrum, maybe we should clarify a few things first </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>(like what exactly The Spectrum is and the proper way to spell “BAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHRHRRR”)</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b> </div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A good portion of the CD is dedicated to Daniels’s 16-year-old son who, as he is described, “is currently a piece of shit.” You’ll find yourself cracking up as we get a peek inside the house as father and child desperately try - and spectacularly fail - to communicate. It’s hard when your kid has the vocabulary of a foreign exchange student, when you daren’t step foot in his room for fear of stubbing your toe on a sock, or when you find… well… I’m not going to spoil here what was found on the bathroom sink or share the multi almost-sentence response that resulted because the joy of the bit is in the discovery. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b> </div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I can’t wait for Daniels's daughter to become old enough to start doing stand-up comedy because if she’s half as funny then as she is now as a child, she’s going to make millions of people happy. Hearing how she dealt with a loud M &amp; M-eater at a viewing of </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>The LEGO Movie</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> is priceless </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>(even if she did need a small assist from dad)</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> and the way she reasons with an IHOP employee who refuses to accept a passport as a valid form of identification is nothing less than comedy brilliance. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b> </div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At the center of it all, of course, is Daniels, standing still in the eye of the storm that is life, incredulously spectating as lists of how to be a great husband - as written by a multiple divorcee - and significant others with hot-breath and restless-leg syndrome swirl around him. You can almost see the “Can you believe this shit” expression on his face. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><a href="http://amzn.to/2llIZCK" target="_blank">Footprints on the Moon</a></b></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> is an incredible project by a brilliant comic who reminds us that, as insane as our situation may be, we need to find time to laugh every day. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Every day.</span></div></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-29438987082711986612017-02-13T22:19:00.000-05:002017-02-13T22:19:48.203-05:00Lachlan Patterson's "Live from Venice Beach"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Live-Venice-Beach-Lachlan-Patterson/dp/B01N2JUKCD/ref=as_li_ss_il?s=dmusic&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1487041079&amp;sr=1-1-mp3-albums-bar-strip-0&amp;keywords=lachlan+patterson&amp;linkCode=li2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=1714ed878d87f97d7c013fcc86879040" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="200" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B01N2JUKCD&amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" width="200" /></a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="https://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=li2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B01N2JUKCD" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="https://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=li2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B01N2JUKCD" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="https://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=li1&amp;o=1&amp;a=B01N2JUKCD" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Back in 2010 I bought <b><a href="http://amzn.to/2l26UVz" target="_blank">Jokes to Make Love To</a></b>, an incredible debut CD by the very talented Lachlan Patterson. I knew nothing about him at the time but was looking for some new comedy and the album had just dropped. Before I could give it a listen Sarah and I took a trip to California. While we were there we stopped by one of my favorite stand-up venues, The Comedy &amp; Magic Club in Hermosa Beach. We were there for one of their “10 Comedians” showcases and Patterson was in the lineup.</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">There were some great comics there that night <i>(it was also my introduction to Kirk Fox and Brian Scolaro)</i> and Lachlan was one of the standouts. It wasn’t until afterward when we stopped to say hello at his makeshift merch table and I saw - and recognized - the cover of the CDs he was selling that I realized I had just purchased his album a few days prior. #comedykismet</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Since then I’ve been keeping an eye and ear out for Lachlan and more of his comedy. Unfortunately because he was based out of - and mostly working in - the West Coast and I was living in Pennsylvania, his blips on my radar were few and far between.</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">A few years later I was thrilled to see Patterson pop up on NBC’s Last Comic Standing and even more thrilled to see him make it all the way to the finals. Surely this meant we would be treated to a new album soon, correct?&nbsp;</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">My wait continued.</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I did research - and even got to chat with Patterson as part of my <b><a href="http://www.footinthedoorpod.com/2014/07/29-lachlan-patterson.html" target="_blank">Foot in the Door podcast</a></b> - and was given a ray of hope when I learned he was working on getting another project released out into the wild.&nbsp;</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I waited patiently. And sometimes not-so-patiently.</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just over a month ago I finally had the great pleasure to sit down with his sophomore CD <i>(Spoiler: No slump here)</i> and I am pleased to report it’s been worth the wait. Even more than worth the wait.&nbsp;</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">For those who caught Patterson on LCS or have been fortunate enough to catch him live, you know he takes the stage fully owning the unique delivery that wonderfully accentuates his perfectly-twisted outlook on life. He masters the art of the callback like a seasoned street hustler dealing Three-Card Monte: They <i>(yes, he cleverly juggles more than one)</i> come at you when least expected and because you don’t see them coming, they land with an extra wallop.&nbsp;</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">There are so many solid bits on the album it’s difficult to narrow down a starting point...and that’s a great problem to have. You’ll never catch me complaining about a CD that has one great moment after another and I’ve definitely got no gripes about <b><a href="http://amzn.to/2kr39Y3" target="_blank">Live from Venice Beach</a></b>.</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Let’s just start with the George Foreman grill, shall we?</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s a product that’s been around so long I feel there should already be a million jokes about it - and maybe there are - but after listening to Patterson go toe-to-toe with it and deliver a solid knockout, any other contenders have been wiped from my memory. It’s the grilling <i>(no pun intended)</i> that the iconic kitchen appliance has been begging for, yet for some inexplicable reason has always eluded - until now.</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s a comedian’s job to point out everyday encounters and situations whose commonplace existence in society often masks how ridiculous it is, and Patterson really excels at helping us remove our blinders. Weddings <i>are</i> annoying and the mere concept of a bridesmaid is kind of stupid. A lot birds <i>do </i>have names severely lacking creativity and Brita filters genuinely are the dial-up version of obtaining water in a high-speed world.</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">And football. Really. Someone really does owe an explanation for the hike because… wow. Yeah. It never struck me as odd before but Patterson is spot on. There must genuinely be a dozen better ways to hand a football to someone that aren’t so - for lack of a better word - creeeeeeeeeepy.</span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Whether you’re already a tried and true fan of Patterson <i>(like me)</i> or have no idea who he is <i>(like me seven years ago)</i>, I’m confident in saying you’ll really enjoy this CD. Considering how long I’ve been waiting for another comedy fix from him, it’s only natural that I went in with high expectations; expectations that were more than exceeded. I don’t know how long it’ll be before we get another project from Lachlan but until that time I rest easy knowing I have <b><a href="http://amzn.to/2kr39Y3" target="_blank">Live from Venice Beach</a></b> to tide me over.</span></span></div></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-11473572983255567472016-04-14T18:55:00.000-04:002016-04-14T18:55:42.278-04:00Daniel Tosh's "People Pleaser"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/People-Pleaser-Daniel-Tosh/dp/B01CJL4FVM/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1460674131&amp;sr=8-3&amp;keywords=daniel+tosh+people+pleaser&amp;linkCode=li3&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=af3fab10abd2de72f890838c55957958" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B01CJL4FVM&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="//ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=li3&amp;o=1&amp;a=B01CJL4FVM" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">In light of recent events across the world dealing with comedians being prosecuted and persecuted for the jokes they tell, I’m glad we have comedians like Daniel Tosh. We need to be shocked. We need to laugh at what shocked us. And then we need to be shocked again.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">If you’re familiar with Tosh and his comedy then you know that’s his strong suit and with his new CD, “<b><a href="http://amzn.to/264p1vR" target="_blank">People Pleaser</a></b>,” he doesn’t disappoint. I’d like to share some of his one-liners here, but to be honest, I don’t know how well it would translate. It’s not solely what he says, but also they way it’s delivered. With his trademark cocky persona and who-gives-a-crap attitude, he’s the perfect comedy caricature. Tosh the comedian belongs in the same category as Archie Bunker or Don Rickles. We don’t laugh because we agree with what they’re saying, but because what they’re saying is so incredibly outrageous and should never be said aloud.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Sometimes that approach gets Tosh into trouble, as he briefly touches upon when he mentions a recent joke that blew up social media and offended people who don’t completely understand how an on-screen persona works. Of course, he responds exactly how you’d think he would respond, by pouring grease on the fire and then throwing the fire at his loved ones.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Considering the current state of the nation, perhaps Tosh is exactly the comedian we need. We’ve been coddled and waited on long enough. It’s about time someone gave us some much-needed straight talk. He’s talking to you, “America’s Number One”-ers, half-marathon runners, hoarders, female Crossfitters, and people who have ever uttered the sentence, “There’s nothing funny about _________.”</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">We’ve become such a reactionary society, so eager to post on Facebook yet another story about how someone dared offend us, Tosh is a breath of fresh air amid the pollution of “you hurt my feels!” that I’ve been choking on as of late.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="s1"><br /></span><span class="s1">No one is safe. Not kids with terminal illnesses, not the Dyson company <i>(I wish I could see the looks on their faces when they hear their “product placement”)</i>, not cafe artists with no idea of how to price their work, and certainly not the city of Cleveland.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Tosh isn’t for everyone and he’d be the first to tell you that <i>(he warns the crowd on more than one occasion that it’s about to get worse. A lot worse)</i> and that’s totally fine. If you’re not a fan of Tosh or his comedy, then you’ll actually enjoy his bit on the time he lost a road rage battle. There are few things that are as glorious as seeing someone you can’t stand get a face full of chewed-up Doritos. But, if you’re like me and enjoy his comedy, then you’ll also enjoy the story of the time he <i>won</i> a road rage battle.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">“People Pleaser” may not please all of the people all of the time, but let’s be honest, it’s not supposed to. And it's no fun if someone <i>doesn’t</i> get angry.</span></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-41590184761754433212016-03-30T18:30:00.001-04:002016-03-30T18:30:03.599-04:00Keith Alberstadt's "Walk It Off"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01CGAE4CG/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&amp;keywords=keith%20alberstadt&amp;qid=1459374673&amp;ref_=sr_1_1&amp;sr=8-1&amp;linkCode=li3&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=661a3950c71ab4e020a9e49130595ff1" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B01CGAE4CG&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="//ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=li3&amp;o=1&amp;a=B01CGAE4CG" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><span class="s1"></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Spring has sprung and with it comes the emergence of warmer weather, driving with your windows rolled down, and longer daylight hours. Perhaps the most welcome arrival, though, is “<b><a href="http://amzn.to/1VU9eeS" target="_blank">Walk It Off</a></b>,” the outstanding new release from Keith Alberstadt that hasn’t left my playlist since the day it came out.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">With friendly sarcasm accentuated by his punchy delivery, this project has been the perfect way to quench what has been a relatively dry comedy spell for me. When I use the phrase “friendly sarcasm,” it’s exactly what I mean. It can be hard to be sarcastic without coming off as angry, condescending, or jagoff-y. Alberstadt pulls off what most comics can’t: making snarky-yet-truthful comments that are laugh-out-loud funny without resorting to mean-spirited take-no-prisoners comedy. There are no victims here…Except for the fish keeping its eye on the food container. Or people who drink green tea. Or Alberstadt’s dad <i>(but only while answering his smart phone)</i>.&nbsp;</span><br /><br />Reading the track listing is an exercise in “Ah yeah, that was a good one, too” and I’m smirking now recalling the toddler who has trouble with the letter “R,” the vegan-intruder pillow barricade, white noise birds, and the parenting style in the 80s that inspired the title of the CD. As I’m sitting here smiling to myself, I’m wondering if it’s not unlike Alberstadt’s own creepy smile he didn’t even know he had.</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">I usually allow a few minutes at the beginning of a comedian’s set to allow him <i>(or her)</i> to settle in, get a feel for the crowd, and find their groove. That’s never been the case with Alberstadt. He’s good to go from the get-go. He’s comfortable on stage and from the second he begins there’s no doubt that he’s got this. It’s pretty impressive how quickly he puts the crowd at ease and there’s not even a moment of “gimme a second” trepidation.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">What I’m trying to say - as if you couldn’t already tell - is I really enjoyed this album and the third time listening was just as enjoyable as the first. Usually when I write a review for this blog I listen, listen again, listen yet again, write, and then archive it. That won’t be the case this time around. This is comedy you’ll want to hang on to for a while.&nbsp;</span><br /><br />Or at least until something scares away the white noise birds. After that…you’re on your own.</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-20101816210131177262015-05-22T16:26:00.000-04:002015-05-22T16:26:35.391-04:00Tony Sam's "Scaredy Cat"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00NO9HR50/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00NO9HR50&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=XR2WZNDPHUGCD5RM"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00NO9HR50&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00NO9HR50" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">When it comes to comedy, there’s no right or wrong approach. Some, like Carlin, have become renowned for their ingenious wordplay. Others, like Seinfeld and Gaffigan, have perfected the art of observation. Then there are comedians like C.K. and Brody whose craft is rooted strongly in a brilliantly-crafted story.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And then you have Tony Sam, whose latest album “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00NO9HR50/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00NO9HR50&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=XR2WZNDPHUGCD5RM" target="_blank">Scaredy Cat</a></b>” wonderfully displays that he has decided to embrace the simple tactic of…just having a good time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It works.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That’s not to say that Sam <i>isn’t</i> a great storyteller <i>(he is, as is displayed by the epic retelling of the time he was arrested for drunk driving - not in a car - and how he decided to make the most of the adventure)</i> and if you doubt his observational skills, then I present as evidence his riffs on men with beardy beards and the real reason homeless people don’t want your restaurant leftovers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sam gleefully adds a touch of fun and whimsy to each of his bits, all of them accentuated by his distinct vocal tone and cadence. His voice reminded me of Will Forte cranked to 11 but Sam put it better when he described it as the love-child voice-baby of Homer Simpson and Kermit the Frog.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Needless to say, his voice hasn’t exactly helped his cause when it comes to suave seduction <i>(and Sam has a few hilarious war stories to offer as proof)</i>. When it comes to comedy, however, it’s a blessing in disguise. “La Voz” serves to heighten his often-manic tales of pregnancy scares <i>(or, as women probably refer to them, “near miracles”)</i>, giant bee attacks <i>(wait…what exactly are you saying?)</i>, and his impression of his mother.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you haven’t figured it out by now, Sam <i>(or “T-Bone,” as he likes to refer to himself)</i> has a more-than-slightly skewed outlook on life which is probably why he’s doing much better at stand-up than he did when he was working at a fancy cake shop <i>(a bakery so fancy, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a cake <b>shoppe</b>)</i>. Only when you’re dealing with the general public do you have to put up with complaints about cakes personalized for robots <i>(oops)</i> or children crying about too much fudge <i>(Really? Who complains about too much fudge?)</i>.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The title of this project is fitting, as Sam shares with us a number of things that frighten him. It’s not strange that he suffers from arachnophobia but what does set him apart is how it affects his Spider-Man viewing habits <i>(he doesn’t watch)</i> and his thoughts on a better plot for the webslinger <i>(just a guy with a bag of spiders, throwing them at people)</i>. Other things that give him the jitters include today’s modern day in-your-face gum commercials and the Gorton’s Fisherman who, apparently, also dabbles in chemistry.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00NO9HR50/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00NO9HR50&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=XR2WZNDPHUGCD5RM" target="_blank">Scaredy Cat</a></b>” is a fun CD that I enjoyed from beginning to end each time I listened. &nbsp;You’re sure to have a good time as well, unless perhaps you’re seated in the front row with your arms crossed. In that case, just….just stop it.</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00NO9HR50&amp;asins=B00NO9HR50&amp;linkId=NRAQRK4HJXU3AD4Q&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-29553971089396218172015-05-15T00:23:00.001-04:002015-05-15T02:08:35.706-04:00Cristela Alonzo's "Some of the Hits"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00ON0EBTY/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00ON0EBTY&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=6KVBRXPCFUSFNBKV"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00ON0EBTY&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00ON0EBTY" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">*sniffffffffffffff*</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"><i>(pause)</i></span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">*ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh*</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Hear that? That’s me inhaling a much-needed breath of fresh air followed by a contented sigh of relief courtesy of Cristela Alonzo’s CD “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00ON0EBTY/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00ON0EBTY&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=YVZXC6QIWGX6YF3D" target="_blank">Some of the Hits</a></b>.”</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">So many times comedians of an ethnicity other than white or black tend to use their heritage as a crutch, presenting us with an act filled with either hackneyed impressions of screaming relatives&nbsp; for 50 minutes <i>(I’m looking at you, Margaret Cho and Dat Phan)</i> or delving so deeply into their own experience that they alienate any listener who doesn’t speak the same language <i>(Hi, <b><a href="http://www.comedy-reviews.com/2012/09/george-lopezs-its-not-me-its-you.html" target="_blank">George Lopez</a></b>. And the 43% of your act that flies over the heads of anyone who isn’t fluent in Spanish)</i>.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">“Some of the Hits” lands right where it should. Yes, Alonzo is a Mexican-American who grew up in Texas but that doesn’t define who she is as a person - or as a comedian - and your name doesn’t have to end in a vowel to enjoy every moment of the experience. Rather than focus on her Latina roots, Alonzo has instead opted to focus on being a funny storyteller first and foremost.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">I know. Go figure, right?</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">It seems like such an obvious path, especially for someone working as a comedian, but for some reason so many other comics who have come before Alonzo seem to have taken their eye off the prize. With her debut project, Alonzo shows just how it should be done with anecdotes and humor relatable to anyone within earshot.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Metaphors are strong weapons in Alonzo’s comedy arsenal and the pictures she paints perfectly encapsulate the feelings she’s trying to get across. She explains why checking out of a hotel can sometimes make her feel like The Bachelor and her comparison of dating a guy who doesn’t have his life together to being a fan of a bad sports team hits the target dead-center.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Alonzo’s experiences aren’t unlike anyone else’s and her observations let everyone in on the joke. When she explains how expiration dates on milk reflect your financial situation, everyone knew exactly what she was talking about and I had to give my wife a side-eye glance when Alonzo shared how women love to brag about how much they didn’t spend on clothes.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Particularly fun are Alonzo’s ruminations on why you shouldn’t get high if your life sucks <i>(but you </i>should<i> get drunk)</i>, who really answers the phone when you call the referral numbers on her résumé, why the day after Halloween is the <i>real</i> holiday, and what would happen if the <i>Taken</i> movies happened in real-life and we had to depend on our actual fathers to come to our rescue.</span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;">From relationships to trying to stay in shape to the true meaning behind nicknames, Alonzo covers it all from her fun, unique perspective with a smile in her voice. She’s having fun and as a result, we are too.&nbsp;</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00ON0EBTY&amp;asins=B00ON0EBTY&amp;linkId=LANTUYF4S5JMAJQM&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;">&lt;br /&gt; </iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-2680022312919791102015-02-18T09:03:00.000-05:002015-02-18T09:03:13.260-05:00Matt Braunger's "Big Dumb Animal"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00SEE1ZTY/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00SEE1ZTY&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=YEXIR7ZMSWTZJOBH"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00SEE1ZTY&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00SEE1ZTY" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />When it comes to writing reviews for this website, I’ve developed a method that I believe works well and gives each project a pretty fair shot. I listen to the CD twice all the way through before writing a single word. Then I write down the track listing and as I play through for a third time I begin to make notes. This has become a self-imposed rule that I’ve stuck to on all but a handful of the nearly 300 reviews I’ve thrown up here. Sometimes I jot down quotes and sometimes just the premise for bits that grabbed my attention. I write down what stood out as really good and I write down what stood out as really bad. If a track goes by that isn’t particularly noteworthy, I simply delete that line and move on to the next. By the end of the final playback, I have a skeleton of a review from which to work.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After reviewing - and really enjoying - Matt Braunger’s “<b><a href="http://www.comedy-reviews.com/2012/07/matt-braungers-shovel-fighter.html" target="_blank">Shovel Fighter</a></b>” back in July of 2012, I was looking forward to his follow-up project, “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00SEE1ZTY/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00SEE1ZTY&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=YEXIR7ZMSWTZJOBH" target="_blank">Big Dumb Animal</a></b>.” After my first time around, though, I was a bit disappointed. Nothing jumped out at me and I was hard-pressed to recall and specific bits. I remembered that he yelled a lot but…that was about it.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wanted to like this CD and was hopeful that on my second listen things would click. There were a few occasions of “Oh yeah, this one was good” but for the most part I found myself apathetic and I couldn’t put my finger on why. Braunger was certainly putting his all into it and he sure was yelling a lot but it all felt to be much ado about nothing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I approached my third listen, I told myself that <i>this</i> would be the time everything fell into place. I made a list of the 18 track titles and ended up taking notes on less than half of them <i>(only seven, to be exact)</i> and finally had to be honest and admit to myself that I just didn’t connect with this one. I didn’t love it and I didn’t hate it and perhaps therein lies the problem: “Big Dumb Animal” didn’t make me feel anything.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Braunger’s bits on blood donor questionnaires and the guy on the bus who didn’t know when to not hit on a woman were entertaining but there seemed to be more misses than hits this time around. He takes the long, long, long, looong way around to get to a “Please drink responsibly” punchline and I found his description of a waiter spilling a tray of food so unbelievably slapstick-y, it was like it happened in an episode of “Saved By the Bell.”&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What really stands out to me, though, is the fact that 11 tracks went by and garnered no reaction at all. That’s a big percentage and a fact I can't ignore. As a lifelong fan of the Chicago Cubs, I know a bad batting average when I see one. But, as a lifelong fan of the Chicago Cubs, I don’t give up on my team just because they had a bad game. “Big Dumb Animal” wasn’t what I hoped it would be, but I’m still optimistic. We’ll get ‘em next time, guys.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00SEE1ZTY&amp;asins=B00SEE1ZTY&amp;linkId=LOLDWSLU3DEX523Y&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-7106829437263417142015-02-13T12:23:00.002-05:002015-02-13T12:23:37.123-05:00Brooks Wheelan's "This Is Cool, Right?"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00R9Z6Q4I/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00R9Z6Q4I&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=M6VWWRRSLV6SOBHF"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00R9Z6Q4I&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00R9Z6Q4I" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I went in to Brooks Wheelan’s “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00R9Z6Q4I/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00R9Z6Q4I&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=M6VWWRRSLV6SOBHF" target="_blank">This is Cool, Right?</a></b>” rooting for him. As an avid viewer of “Saturday Night Live” I always felt bad for Wheelan, who joined the cast as a featured player at the same time as 64 other featured players and as a result kind of got lost in the shuffle. He was in and out before I got the chance to connect with him and when this CD released I was excited to finally have the chance to get to know him and his sense of humor.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To be honest, things get off to a fairly rocky start. He begins with a few bits about recording his CD and how he hopes it’s going well that are OK, but didn’t do much to really grab me. He’s trying really hard and putting his all into it, but his punches just weren’t landing the way I wished they would and I began to worry that we were in trouble.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After about five minutes, however, things began to turn around. Wheelan has warmed up and pieces begin to fall into place. I eventually caught myself transitioning from smiles to chuckles to genuine laugh-out-loud moments. Once Wheelan finds his footing, it’s smooth sailing and nice laughs throughout the rest of his set.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wheelan has a bit on being high and seeing a French-speaking baby that is fresh and fun and foreshadows the whimsical sense of humor that will be coming our way. His zeal is contagious and when he gets excited about driving into town to see the internet for the first time, we do too. It’s soooo much better than Oregon Trail and the wonderful mysteries of advil.com will soon be unlocked in all of their “for more information”-al glory.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At one point Wheelan reveals why he went into comedy <i>(it had something to do with his dad’s possum-stained pants)</i> and considering all of the outlandish experiences he’s gone through in life, there’s no way he couldn’t not talk about them eventually. Revenge on his brothers by contaminating their mouthwash, a man’s wet ponytail in his mouth, and the horrible, horrible, terrible butter incident that scarred his college years all serve as great fodder for his material and the way Wheelan reacts to each incident <i>(usually with a dramatic “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”)</i> only enhances each circumstance and adds fuel to the funny.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The album ends with a piece on his abbreviated stint on SNL. Instead of going the route of tell-all gossip, Wheelan instead opts to share with us his ideas for sketches that never made it to air. Some of them are better than others but all of them are fun to hear pitched.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite a few misfires at the outset, Wheelan has put together a project I feel more than comfortable recommending. The grind of being hired - and ultimately fired - from such a highly revered comedy institution could leave someone understandably bitter and jaded but that doesn’t seem to be the case with Wheelan. He’s taken all of life’s little hiccups in stride and used them to craft some wonderfully funny moments. “This is Cool, Right?” asks the title of the CD. I am happy to report the answer to his query is, “Yes, Brooks. Totally.”</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00R9Z6Q4I&amp;asins=B00R9Z6Q4I&amp;linkId=QG7EM2QZTQJMNNRP&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-65033643454835624922015-02-05T12:15:00.002-05:002015-02-05T12:15:38.876-05:00Louis C.K.'s "Live at the Comedy Store"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://louisck.net/purchase/live-at-the-comedy-store" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01IIkdxzK4w/VNOjJ5nCtlI/AAAAAAAAiB8/0RcjuopPS8g/s1600/tcs.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">If you’ve downloaded the new special from Louis C.K., “<b><a href="https://louisck.net/purchase/live-at-the-comedy-store" target="_blank">Live at the Comedy Store</a></b>,” then perhaps as you watched the video version <i>(If you purchase the album from his website, you get to download both the audio and the video release. Not bad for five bucks)</i> you felt it too. There’s a noticeable difference between C.K. stepping onto a massive theater stage and C.K. entering from behind the curtain at The Comedy Store. There’s a spark of electricity and “this is comedy”-ness that permeates the air, even when watching it on my tiny laptop screen. Yes, I’m very happy for the success of C.K. and it always makes me feel good when a comedian is able to pack out a theater or arena…but there’s something about a comedy club setting that just feels…<i>right.</i></span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">It should come as no surprise to fans of C.K. that he has released another hour of solid, smart, new, and - most importantly - funny material. If, for whatever reason, you’re on the fence about grabbing this one and adding it to your playlist, allow me to reassure you that it’s a no-brainer. Not only did I buy this as soon as I heard it was available but immediately after listening I promptly returned to <b><a href="https://louisck.net/purchase/live-at-the-comedy-store" target="_blank">C.K.’s site</a></b> and bought it for a friend. And then I went back and bought it for another friend. It’s nearly impossible to listen to something this funny and not want to share it with others.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">The evening of comedy is bookended by two very different impressions. His set starts off with the worst impression of a Mexican you’ve ever heard <i>(whatever you have pictured in your mind, it’s probably wrong)</i> and ends with the best recreation of Ray Bolger’s performance in <i><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002QRCBW0/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B002QRCBW0&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=IYZ7BO7YHLLOMJ2V" target="_blank">The Wizard of Oz</a></b></i> that was completely over the top…even for <i>The Wizard of Oz.&nbsp;</i></span>As evidenced on these opening and closing tracks, C.K. loves to play around with voices. It’s fun hearing him display the best way to thank the bat man&nbsp;<i>(not Batman)</i>&nbsp;and when he begins to talk to his toilet disrespectfully&nbsp;<i>(yeah, you read that right),&nbsp;</i>be prepared to begin referring to your own as a “ dumbass toe-lit.”&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">During the course of his set, C.K. gleefully bounces from one topic to the next. Sometimes it only takes him a short bit to get to the punch <i>(“First &amp; Last Time Having Sex” is only a minute and a half long, but there’s a lot of comedy packed into those 90 seconds) </i>and sometimes he sticks around for a while and really digs in <i>(like he does with “Babies on a Plane” and the hilarious “Bats” that immediately reminded me of the John Candy/Dan Aykroyd classic film, </i><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0783227884/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=0783227884&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=GUEOTME3AQFJU3QF" target="_blank">The Great Outdoors</a></b><i>)</i>.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">You’ll crack up at C.K.’s take on the Bostonian accent <i>(It’s not an accent. It’s a whole city of people saying most words wrong)</i> and his claim that maybe everything Mark Twain said wasn’t brilliant. Also in his crosshairs this time around: Tap-dancers, music students on the subway, Benji, a kid he knew growing up and his stupid mom, and the dog he had that also hated his guts.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span class="s1"></span></div><span style="text-align: justify;">I don’t think it’s abusing the phrase if I refer to C.K. as a comic genius. It’s been two years since his last release but he usually drops an album at the unheard-of pace of one per year. Considering they’re all among the best of the year and he’s also churning out a brilliant television show at the same time, it’s not going out on a limb to rank this guy at the top.&nbsp;</span>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-27160973847581535152014-11-30T18:07:00.000-05:002014-11-30T18:07:39.011-05:00Maronzio Vance's "Laughmatic"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00MXBMYSU/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00MXBMYSU&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=zumbasarah-20&amp;linkId=VFOPGJPEU7RUU6DM"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00MXBMYSU&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=zumbasarah-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=zumbasarah-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00MXBMYSU" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I <i>knew</i> I liked Maronzio Vance.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe it’s because he was a cast member of one of my favorite canceled-too-soon television shows of recent history. Maybe it’s because he comes highly recommended by a friend whose opinion I highly respect. Or maybe - just maybe - it’s because he’s so freakin’ funny <i>(or, as I used to say growing up in Indiana, “so stinkin’ funny”)</i>.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I’ll go with the latter. I admit I didn’t put two and two together and didn’t even realize Vance was an "<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00HSV2ASO/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00HSV2ASO&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=Y2YW3BXMD4LQ4WOQ" target="_blank">Enlisted</a></b>" cast member until I peeked at his website. It was a great show but unfortunately not around long enough for me to become familiar with the names of the cast members&nbsp;<i>(I’m still bitter about this show slipping through the cracks knowing "Two and a Half Men" is still on the air)</i>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I like to think I’m not so influential that I automatically like everything my friend recommends based on the sole fact it was his recommendation. We have a healthy “agree to disagree” relationship when it comes to comedy we don’t see eye-to-eye on. We can disagree and discuss without it hampering our friendship. Weird, I know.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Which leaves the final option: Vance is indeed one funny guy.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You don’t have to listen to “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00MXBMYSU/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00MXBMYSU&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=K7SXQFOMWBC3IRKX" target="_blank">Laughmatic</a></b>” long before that fact makes itself apparent. Vance is laid-back and comfortable onstage and his comedy is smooth and relatable. Vance is one of us: a regular Joe who just happens to pick up on the messed-up stupid quirks of daily life. One wouldn’t think that a matter of four cents would be something about which a scene would be caused but sometimes it’s the principal of the matter and you have to stand up to the Little Caesar and fight for your rights.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Vance knows what it is to feel the bite of our current economy and when he learns that clean shoes are just as good as new shoes, it’s a game changer. He struggles with the depression that comes with residing in a studio apartment <i>(you’re only one room away from being homeless)</i> and he would gladly eat healthier if you didn’t have to take out a home loan in order to do so.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I really like the way Vance handles the touchy subject of race <i>(yes, I stole that phrase from "Avenue Q")</i>. His commentary is biting and honest but never comes across as preachy or angry. Whether he’s accidentally being racist while giving a threat level-themed compliment, having his handouts refused by a prejudiced vagrant, or explaining to a child why white people hate black people, Vance creates an environment where everyone feels free to laugh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That’s not to say Vance has never ruffled any feathers. Just ask the girl working at the cell phone cover kiosk in the mall. Or the man on the street who is particularly stingy with his dollar dances. Or anyone who thinks the bald eagle should be the American mascot forever and ever, despite the fact that bald eagles - the symbol of freedom - are almost extinct. Cockroaches, on the other hand, will be around forever. Just sayin’.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The CD is bookended with a behind-the-scenes pre and post-show interview with Rooftop Records’s Dominic Del Bene. It’s fun to listen to Vance give his thoughts on the performance, reviewing himself in a much funnier and more entertaining way than I can. "Is it great?" he muses. "I don't know."<br /><br />It is, Maronzio. It is.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=zumbasarah-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00MXBMYSU&amp;asins=B00MXBMYSU&amp;linkId=7APCA2QIKNAZHMPC&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-63557780537632376242014-11-24T10:30:00.000-05:002014-11-24T10:30:02.399-05:00Matt Fugate's "Believement"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00M7E4UTO/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00M7E4UTO&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=XXIUILDPDWGYQR24"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00M7E4UTO&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00M7E4UTO" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The Blue Fugates of Kentucky.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Heard of ‘em?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They’re a family from the Troublesome Creek region <i>(as if the name of the creek wasn’t foreshadowing enough)</i> who, as a result of inbreeding, began to produce kids with Smurfy-blue skin.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">True story, and it’s one that the very funny Matt Fugate doesn’t necessarily hesitate to share. Not that he’s particularly proud of his distant relation to that particular branch of the family tree, but he doesn’t mind a little egg on his face if it’s good for a laugh.<br /><br />On his project “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00M7E4UTO/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00M7E4UTO&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=XXIUILDPDWGYQR24" target="_blank">Believement</a></b>” there’s plenty of egg - and laughs - to go around.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fugate takes hit after hit for the team, recounting one embarrassing transgression after another and giving us complete freedom to laugh at his expense. Despite being a professional comedian, he finds himself being outdone by the class clown in his child’s elementary school lunch room and he can’t understand why the pronunciation of his last name <i>(“few-gate”)</i> seems to stump so many people <i>(not “fyoo-zhay” or “foo-gotti”)</i>. <i>[Ed's Note: It’s a little puzzling to me, too, but maybe that’s because there was actually a kid in my school for a few years with the same last name. ]</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The granddaddy of these tales, <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00M7E543U/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00M7E543U&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=TEXUICYZ36PRD4I6" target="_blank">"Matt vs. the Dance Floor,"</a></b> is so epic it had to be cut into two segments. I like how he leaves the second half of the time he tried to “go for it” on the dance floor at a wedding as his closer, leaving the crowd hanging with a “to be continued” vibe as he forces us to wait to find out what happens in the exciting conclusion. It’s well worth the wait and a nicely constructed way of amping the anticipation for the second half of the story. And can I just say that he perfectly describes the sound of a skull cracking against a marble floor? Just listening hurt <i>my</i> head and - judging by the audiences reaction - the heads of everyone within the sound of his voice.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The album isn’t just one tale of sad-sackery after another as Fugate is more &nbsp;than willing to point out he isn’t the only goofball bumbling around in public. There are the various religions and their unique approaches to door-to-door proselytizing. There are the people who decide which eggs get which grade <i>(how bad does one have to be to get a “B”?)</i> and the people who complain that gay marriage will destroy the sanctity of their third marriage.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And then, of course, there are the real assholes. He’s referring, of course, to 13-year-olds and no one seems to be very eager to disagree.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fugate is a fun storyteller <i>(his child’s teacher will attest to this fact)</i> and time flies when you’re listening to the CD. He’s engaging and his enthusiasm is infectious and you’ll love his impression of the sound of a room full of hungry grade-schoolers. His daughter, in all of her car salesman-y fervor, explains that it takes three things to achieve the seemingly impossible: Skill, heart, and “believement.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Her dad has all three in spades.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00M7E4UTO&amp;asins=B00M7E4UTO&amp;linkId=JKOH5WLHTDNR7FLV&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-45374432852140863232014-10-07T14:13:00.003-04:002014-10-07T14:13:38.372-04:00Dylan Brody's "Dylan Goes Electric: Live at the Throckmorton"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00MXBR1TC/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00MXBR1TC&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=YU7XXXUDRHCDNRB6"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00MXBR1TC&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00MXBR1TC" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Back in 1984 I was a 13-year-old sitting in an Indiana Junior High classroom getting the “Don’t Do Drugs” talk from a representative from the local police force. Although I agreed with the basic gist of his speech <i>(What can I say, I was a good boy)</i>, there was something that didn’t quite sit right with me; Something about his spiel just didn’t make sense. I couldn’t put my finger on it but, like watching any effects-heavy retouched George Lucas film, you can tell that something didn’t line up.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">No, I hadn’t heard about that kid who was speeding down the back roads at an ungodly rate, tripping out on MARIJUANA, but why would a policeman lie? It seemed logical that he saw a deer <i>(every Indiana story has a deer)</i> and yes, I had heard of the hallucinogenic effects MARIJUANA has on a person <i>(this was back in the day when MARIJUANA was the worst drug my little town had seen. Fast forward to 2014 when Garrett IN has twice as many meth labs as it does stoplights)</i>, and it only made sense that he saw the deer morph into a dragon and it scared him so badly he veered off the road, hit a tree, and he died instantly.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">If only Dylan Brody had been there to play Sherlock Holmes to my John Watson. He would have pointed out to me that no one could have known what someone else was seeing before they died instantly. I had completely forgotten about that cautionary tale until I listened to Brody’s new project, “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00MXBR1TC/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00MXBR1TC&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=YU7XXXUDRHCDNRB6" target="_blank">Dylan Goes Electric: Live at the Throckmorton</a></b>” and he re-counted a similar tale told to him as a youngster <i>(without the deer and with marijuana swapped out for a much more appropriate drug of choice).</i>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Brody is back with another collection of stories that are just as wonderfully and meticulously crafted as any he’s told in the past <i>(readers of this blog already know I’m a Dylan Brody Fanboy)</i>, and it’s nice to re-visit a dear friend. He begins this CD with a few stories about his mother that will connect with anyone who’s tried to walk an older relative through the workings of [insert any technological item that’s been invented since the year 2000 here].&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">As you hear Brody’s patience get stretched to its limit while Mrs Brody struggles with understanding her GPS, the earth’s rotation, and the music of <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Mountain-Goats/e/B000AQ792G/digital/?_encoding=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;sn=d&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=YKG6SG5TKJIS6E4U" target="_blank">The Mountain Goats</a></b>, you can’t help but empathize with his clenched teeth and the sarcastic asides that he must - <i>he must</i> - say out loud so as not to fly off the handle. That’s what I love about Brody. He never yells at someone even if they might have it coming (<i>like his ridiculous mugger-turned-panhandler)</i>, but exacts his own revenge by taking the higher road, happily hovering over them, leaving them standing in a cloud of misunderstanding while he and his father snicker at wordplay on “ad hominem.”</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">You think we’re here for standup comedy, but really Brody is here to tell a poem <i>(it just has a 55-minute intro)</i>. When we finally get to his poetry you’ll find it was more than worth the wait. His Seuss-ian Sudoku piece will make both your mouth and ears smile even though it’s sure to ruffle the feathers of Star Wars nerds everywhere <i>(Say it with me: “ANAKIN!!!”)</i>.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">If/when you do purchase this album, I encourage you to take the time to browse the liner notes. Not only will you enjoy some of Brody’s own artwork but his written commentary adds a nice touch of flair to each piece. In a time when CD art has become a lost skill, it’s nice to see it hasn’t been forgotten. That’s what you get when you’re dealing with a perfectionist like Brody. When he does something, not only does he do it well, he does <i>all of it</i> well.&nbsp; Brody knocks it out of the park time after time after time and this go-around is no exception. Plug in “Electric” and see for yourself.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00MXBR1TC&amp;asins=B00MXBR1TC&amp;linkId=GGZDLIXUMLNXY2CR&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-26195961015801771862014-10-02T17:32:00.000-04:002014-10-02T17:32:52.565-04:00Dave Waite's "Hotdoggin'"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LR43NFC/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LR43NFC&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=QIJDOU7SO6F52HVS"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00LR43NFC&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00LR43NFC" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Comedy is meant to be fun. That’s probably the most obvious statement in the world but after listening to my fair share of albums over the past few years, sometimes listening to comedy is a straight-up chore. It’s become pretty clear when someone comes with an agenda other than to make people laugh and usually that’s when the eye-rolling begins. It seems to be a pretty easy trap to let political agenda, anger, or style take precedence over actual humor and content and that’s why the new album from Dave Waite was such a joy to experience. He’s not trying to solve the world’s problems or scold the rest of us for screwing up the world. He’s just… “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LR43NFC/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LR43NFC&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=QIJDOU7SO6F52HVS" target="_blank">Hotdoggin’</a>.</b>"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Waite is a goofball and he knows he is. Droppin’ G’s and and revelin’ in his day drinkin’ adventures, he just wants to know where the party is. If there isn’t one, he’s more than willing to get one rolling. One moment he’s playing Who Is Smarter with fellow art patrons at the museum <i>(especially fun when no one else knows they're in on the game) </i>and the next he’s trying to get home from the afore-mentioned shindig doing his darndest to not get pulled over by the police for drunk walking.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are a couple of stories on this CD that absolutely killed me, most notably his observation about the little things we do as humans living in a current society that at the time seem like things that <i>need to be done</i>. Inevitably, however, all they do is make us late for things that are actually important. It’s hard to blame anyone but yourself for missing the train when you spent five minutes in your apartment holding your own private “Twizzler-eatin’ dance party.” I don’t know about you, but I’ve definitely found myself running late a few times, only to remember the song that popped up in my iTunes that made me stop what I was doing to just…hotdog it for a while.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some people esteem themselves higher than they probably should but Waite could never be accused of such misguided confidence. He freely admits he’s the wrong guy to call if you’re going through a tough situation and if he does have a message to spread, it’s an important one about your monstrous, sweaty hands.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As you move from track to track you’re never quite sure what to expect from Waite, and that’s one of the things that makes this project such a delight. He lets you know how to tell if you’re in the 31st-best haunted house in America, &nbsp;he vows to not pray for your friend’s sick cat, and there are “a couple of quick crack stories” that Waite has to share and I’m glad he did. You’ll definitely love hearing what all of the fuss is about.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you still haven’t figured out what kind of guy Waite is, the last track on the CD should provide the missing puzzle piece. This is a guy who loved spending time as a child reading a book about football bloopers. Think about that for a second and you’ll understand a bit more about Waite. He’ll smile, give you a happy thumbs up, a wink, and maybe even throw some finger guns your way. And that, my friends, is hotdoggin’.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00LR43NFC&amp;asins=B00LR43NFC&amp;linkId=BLVCX6NWZTZMBIHQ&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-5717916553894388452014-09-12T15:46:00.005-04:002014-09-12T15:48:25.466-04:00Joe DeRosa's "Mistakes Were Made: The B-Sides"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LSHG2L0/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LSHG2L0&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=5DJ234GER2HG2LNK"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00LSHG2L0&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00LSHG2L0" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Last night I was talking with Nick, a friend and fellow comedy enthusiast, and as usually happens when we get together and talk about our favorite comedians, the subject eventually came around to Joe DeRosa. Nick wondered if DeRosa had anything new out and I was happy to report that yes, as a matter of fact, <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LSHG2L0/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LSHG2L0&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=5DJ234GER2HG2LNK" target="_blank">“Mistakes Were Made: The B Sides”</a></b> had just recently become available. 

“How is it?” he and I was able to sum up my thoughts in five words:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“It’s Joe DeRosa. It’s funny.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nick understood immediately. It’s DeRosa. <i>Of course</i> it’s a funny CD <i>(or, in this case, double CD)</i>. This project is a compilation of new material and bits that never made the final cut on his previous albums. When patched together like a stand-up version of Frankenstein’s monster, it makes for an impressive final product that comedy fans are sure to enjoy. At times it’s a bit jarring as we jump from one club to the next - the various quality of production levels are quite blatant - but after a few seconds your ears assimilate to the audio juxtapositions and it’s back to business.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you’re familiar with DeRosa’s comedy, then you already have an idea of what to expect: a guy dealing with life’s frustrations in an exceptionally funny way. He laments the pricey process of trying to catch a movie in New York City, confesses his jealousy of three fat guys walking through the mall armed with unicorns and a cake, and reveals the no-longer-secret tests Daters Of DeRosa must pass.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You could call DeRosa an observational comic but one who specifically observes people. He doesn’t bother with bits about inanimate objects <i>(OK, there’s one brief exception with a subway car)</i> but instead finds himself fascinated with his encounters with fellow citizens. He’s a people-watcher extraordinaire and no one he bumps into is safe from being included in his material; Not the Guatemalan guy peeing in the hall, not the stripper who broke through the fourth wall, and not his favorite porn star hiding a little <i>(or maybe not-so-little)</i> secret.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just over a year ago, right after <b><a href="http://www.comedy-reviews.com/2013/09/joe-derosas-you-will-die.html" target="_blank">his previous CD</a></b> was released, I was able to catch up with DeRosa after a show and we spoke briefly about what was next for him. He hinted at darker elements to come, of using his comedy to dig into deeper areas, and they’re here on this album. We are presented with the eight <i>(no wait, make that seven)</i> stages of life and DeRosa presents his theory that no matter which phase we find ourselves in, we’re never truly free. It's a bleak outlook but not so bleak that DeRosa can't find humor along the way. He delves into life and death and opens up about his fear about being wrong - and right - about what happens in the afterlife. Of course, DeRosa is able to tread these deeper waters and still make us laugh. Encouraging genuine introspection while simultaneously making people laugh is no small feat and DeRosa pulls it off effortlessly.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is my fourth time having the pleasure of reviewing an album by DeRosa and my fourth time raving about how much I enjoyed it. <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LSHG2L0/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LSHG2L0&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=5DJ234GER2HG2LNK" target="_blank">"Mistakes Were Made,"</a></b> you say? Please.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wish <i>I</i> screwed up this successfully.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00LSHG2L0&amp;asins=B00LSHG2L0&amp;linkId=2LXG55EWI37LMKRR&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-16229483282032646252014-08-12T09:30:00.000-04:002014-08-12T14:49:43.338-04:00Andy Kindler's "I Wish I Was Bitter"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00M0CUFLU/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00M0CUFLU&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00M0CUFLU&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20"></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00M0CUFLU" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">First thing’s first: The “new” release from Andy Kindler, “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00M0CUFLU/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00M0CUFLU&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20" target="_blank">I Wish I Was Bitter</a></b>” <i>(Yes, he’s well aware that title isn’t grammatically correct, but he’s edgy like that)</i> was originally recorded back in 2003 and has only just recently been made available to download for the first time. Aside from the occasional references to “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00097FLFS/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00097FLFS&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20" target="_blank">Queer Eye for the Straight Guy</a></b>” <i>(Wow, I totally forgot about that show) </i>and “Whoopi” <i>(Yep. Forgot about that one, too)</i>, the disc holds up pretty well. Then again, bitterness never really goes out of fashion.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">If you take a bucket of that bitterness, season it with a generous helping of jealousy, remove any inkling of self-confidence or bridge-burning self-awareness, coupled with a heaping spoonful of malice toward TV executives, then you’ve just got an angry guy who never made it as big as he thought he would. Or should. But you add in a witty sense of biting humor that holds no punches and keeps the audience on its toes, then my friend you have Andy Kindler.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Kindler never made it big as a comic <i>(at least not as of this taping)</i> and he has some strong words for those who did. Carrot Top, Margaret Cho, Lorne Michaels, Dennis Miller, the cast of <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000M341S2/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B000M341S2&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20" target="_blank">The George Lopez Show</a></b>, Wayne Brady, and Jim Belushi <i>(Oh, that Jim Belushi)</i> all find themselves in Kindler’s crosshairs. As he struggles to comprehend what these people have that he doesn’t, Kindler lashes out at them and doesn’t hold back. Poor Belushi finds himself getting the brunt of Kindler’s ire, especially when we try to break down his TV deal using the five Ws <i>(and one H)</i> of investigative journalism. You almost feel bad for the guy and maybe you would if you weren’t so busy laughing at Kindler’s exasperated furor.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">People who live outside the entertainment world may find that this CD has a tendency to fly over their heads from time to time. Kindler jokes that he isn’t a comedian for a mainstream audience and he has a point. I don’t know how many people without a foot in the industry will connect with his jokes about pilot season and collecting residuals, but for those of us who’ve dabbled in - and around - the entertainment world <i>(or maybe just watch shows like </i><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009R5H6UQ/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B009R5H6UQ&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20" target="_blank">Episodes</a></b><i>, </i><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003R4ZMOA/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B003R4ZMOA&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20" target="_blank">Louie</a></b><i>, or </i><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00CHIMCCC/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00CHIMCCC&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20" target="_blank">Maron</a></b><i>)</i>, then there are a lot of wink-winks and nudge-nudges to enjoy here.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">When Kindler strays from his insider material, the laughs come just as strong. I loved his cell phone being set to “samba,” his impressions of the Frankenstein monster performing hacky comedy and morning zoo radio, and most of all his dissection of the old <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000A5046K/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B000A5046K&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20" target="_blank">Superman</a></b> television show and the voiceover announcer who clearly wasn’t pleased with his career path. It’s a brilliant bit that Kindler may or may not be happy knowing would appeal to a wide audience.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">One of the fun things about listening to an album in 2014 that was recorded in 2003 is having the gift of hindsight. It’s entertaining hearing Kindler rail on “Last Comic Standing” knowing that seven years later he would be on the show as a judge <i>(but, in fairness, the show had morphed into a completely different concept by that time. Less reality show and more comedian-y)</i>. Yes, more than a few bits here are directed at industry movers and shakers, telling them why they should hire him <i>(and also pointing out when they shouldn’t)&nbsp;</i> but - as time eventually went on to prove - it worked. Kindler calls “Last Comic Standing” the worst thing that could ever possibly happen to comedians and seven years later, he’s a judge on the show. It’s a tactic I never would have thought of, but apparently it works.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Hey, Spielberg. Guess what? You suck donkey.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br></div><span style="text-align: justify;">Now all I have to do is wait until 2021 and I’ll be golden. </span><i style="text-align: justify;">Indiana Jones Part 6</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> here I come!</span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00M0CUFLU&amp;asins=B00M0CUFLU&amp;linkId=&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;">&lt;br /&gt; </iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-89639262446635207712014-08-11T14:00:00.000-04:002014-08-11T14:00:02.821-04:00Jim Norton's "American Degenerate"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LCA0SW2/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LCA0SW2&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=KLH7OPF7UNNQFMGX"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00LCA0SW2&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00LCA0SW2" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Jim Norton is back with a new album, “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LCA0SW2/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LCA0SW2&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=KLH7OPF7UNNQFMGX" target="_blank">American Degenerate</a></b>,” and if you’re already familiar with his style of comedy then you know exactly what to expect: A CD packed with great stories that sometimes push the envelope, are sometimes cringe-worthy, and are always funny.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Norton doesn’t disappoint.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Once again we’re treated to a vast assortment of “could only happen to him” stories that make us laugh and wince simultaneously. Norton doesn’t merely have an odd encounter with the man seated next to him on an airplane; Norton finds himself swept away by the stranger’s man-scent in what turns out to be&nbsp; slightly homoerotic and more-than-slightly humiliating for the both of them. Likewise, as if it wasn’t already a major turn-off that Norton has to wear a sleep apnea mask that leaves him looking like Bane In Bed, thanks to his facial skeletal structure he has to opt for an even more-demeaning optional accessory.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">That’s just the way things seem to go for Norton. He’s a human magnet that attracts all things Murphy’s Law. You can’t help but feel bad for him when not only does the Hot Girl With The Incredible Ass <i>(that Norton is more than happy to describe in great detail)</i> catch him ogling her backside at the gym…she also <i>hears</i> him doing it <i>(Yep. That can happen)</i>. His attempt to flirt with a flight attendant is mistaken for a bomb threat and no matter what time of day he decides to work out, that creepy old naked dude is going to be there. Right there. <i>Patpatpatpatpatpatpat.</i></span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Lest you think Norton is totally innocent, he freely reveals he’s more devious than his appearance <i>(That of every guy on the jury in 1955)</i> may first imply. He has an impressive Gag Peanut Brittle Can metaphor that is lost on a good portion of the crowd and if you ever wondered just how you can turn a standard massage into one with a “happy ending,” well…Norton’s got you covered. In a step-by-step explanation that leaves no possibility unexplored, he takes us through the best way to bump your odds that is just as well plotted out as a plan to rob a Vegas casino. Danny Ocean would be proud.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">This, of course, leads to Norton’s brilliant commentary on the whole John Travolta/massage scandal. He’s not saying that Travolta is gay or guilty of the charges brought upon him… but “it don’t look good.” Norton isn’t just speculating, he’s talking from experience. He believes the claims of those suing Travolta <i>(Even though he thinks they’re ridiculous for doing so)</i> mostly because he’s tried each of the moves Travolta is accused of doing during sessions of his own.</span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;">Norton is unapologetic and stands by his claims, especially when it comes to people who find themselves offended by comedy. He has a point when he claims that comedy is the only art form where people feel they have to agree with and/or approve of it. Although he understands why comedians like Tracy Morgan and Daniel Tosh recently apologized for…well, basically doing what comedians are supposed to do, Norton holds fast to the stance that they shouldn’t have had to do it. I wholeheartedly agree. He may be an American Degenerate, but Norton is an American Degenerate with a helluva point.</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00LCA0SW2&amp;asins=B00LCA0SW2&amp;linkId=BX6OMZYO6EXHXKJE&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-28283217479436780642014-07-30T09:00:00.000-04:002014-07-30T09:00:02.009-04:00Mark Normand's "Still Got It"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LFR42RO/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LFR42RO&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=BWSNIV4KU3AR4ECZ"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00LFR42RO&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00LFR42RO" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">If the goal of comedy done well is to look at life through a slightly skewed lens, then Mark Normand deserves a blue ribbon. On his debut CD, “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LFR42RO/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LFR42RO&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=BWSNIV4KU3AR4ECZ" target="_blank">Still Got It</a></b>,” Normand excels at looking at the picture of life as we know it and nudging it a bit until it’s a few degrees off of plumb. He wonders if the Bible would be nearly as effective if the names within were modern <i>(Encouraging people to drink the blood of Trevor just sounds weird). </i>He genuinely feels bad for animals with jobs <i>(The poor seeing eye dog must hate seeing the other dogs in the park jumping, running, and having their bellies rubbed)</i>. He sees the names of Chinese restaurants not as a list of options but instead examples of racial slurs worse than anything white people have come up with.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These are things the rest of us see every day but for one reason or another, we’ve never picked up on the funny staring us in the face. Fortunately there are people like Normand out there ready and willing to point it out to us. Normand is our in-person, 3-D “Wet Floor” sign.<br /><br />Occasionally Normand treads the same ground as other comedians before him <i>(Answering the dreaded “How hot am I?” question, growing up white in a black neighborhood, the women-as-sluts conundrum)</i>, but you can’t hold that against him. We’re all pulling from the same life experiences and Normand brings his own off-kilter outlook to each of the aforementioned scenarios. As a result they play as fresh, new, and yes, funny. A couple of premises sound a bit corny at first <i>(Was the guy who invented the SNOOZE button late to the pitch meeting?)</i> but Normand knows it and plays it up with an impish grin that comes across even on an audio-only format.<br /><br />It’s Normand’s original perspective on life and brilliant metaphors that breathe fresh air into his bits. When asked how he wold respond if his child turns out to be gay, he compares it to finding a French fry in your order of onion rings <i>(“It’s not what I expected, but I like these, too”). </i>He wishes birth control were as simple as hangover control and when he likens promiscuous girls to Wal-Mart, he nails it with the precision of a master builder.<br /><br />Normand is easy-going and likable, which is why he can get away with pushing the envelope. His interactions with the crowd are always hilarious and whenever he poses a question to the audience, he always has the perfect reaction to their answers.<br /><br />For only being 45 minutes long, Normand packs a lot into this CD. His remarks on the state of present-day manliness <i>(Everyone has a beard and no one knows how to change a tire)</i> and his reaction to a friend’s homophobia <i>(Go ahead. Shake their hand) </i>are brilliant. His analysis of women <i>(They have three moods: Mad. Happy. Not Mad.)</i> and his glass half-full reaction to their monthly cycle <i>(Come on, guys. You should really be happy it’s here)</i> are just more examples of the many good things we can expect from Normand in the years to come.<br /><br />Before this album I was unfamiliar with Normand but I have to agree. This guy’s still got it.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00LFR42RO&amp;asins=B00LFR42RO&amp;linkId=RJWP2J56F5W5ONY3&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-59275651165690814222014-07-29T09:00:00.000-04:002014-07-29T09:00:01.077-04:00Kurt Metzger's "White Precious"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LEKYUHE/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LEKYUHE&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=PGMMG3VH6LDYX533"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00LEKYUHE&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00LEKYUHE" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Once upon a time, way back in 2011, Kurt Metzger released <b><a href="http://www.comedy-reviews.com/2011/07/kurt-metzger-to-young-people-about-sex.html" target="_blank">an album that cracked me up</a></b>. It was smart, well-written, and most importantly, very funny. How do you follow an album as good as that one? You release a CD like “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LEKYUHE/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LEKYUHE&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=PGMMG3VH6LDYX533" target="_blank">White Precious</a></b>,” where the first track is called “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LEKYWJA/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LEKYWJA&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=A42UNN22QHZKVTAN" target="_blank">Get Ready For A Letdown!</a></b>” to extinguish any raised expectations listeners may have going in. Fortunately, the title Metzger chose for this cut couldn’t be more off-the-mark as this time around he treats us to a project that is even better than the last.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">The album begins with a great story about an embarrassing moment on stage when Metzger accidentally mis-identified the gender of a person in the audience. Twice. It’s the perfect kick-off to the project as Metzger smartly lowers the bar by <i>(falsely) </i>informing the audience the show they are about to see is going to be as much of a disappointment as the first time you saw the real Wendy in those fast-food chain commercials.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Harsh? Maybe. Funny? Absolutely. This is Metzger’s M.O. and he’s got it down perfectly. From his declaration that the loss of his iPad is more of a tragedy than the burning of a Quran to his super-transparent thoughts on whether or not you should visit Alaska <i>(In a word: Don’t)</i>, Metzger doesn’t pull any punches and as a result, each one lands with solid laughter. His bit on the old-fashioned treatment for autism <i>(dodge ball) </i>is a classic example of funny-because-it’s-true and he doesn’t hide his stance against gay marriage under a bushel <i>(If you don’t use your holes correctly it voids God’s warranty on your body, people. Come on!)</i>.&nbsp;Metzger may not be the most PC guy in the world but we didn’t show up to be PC we came here to laugh and we don’t walk away disappointed.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">When it comes to focusing on specific tracks as highlights, Metzger has made it extremely difficult. Each one of them has a generous share of laugh-out-loud moments and as soon as I think of one <i>(i.e. how the city of San Diego is carrying on Hitler’s unfinished work)</i> another one that is just as good comes to mind <i>(the most - and least - effective anti-smoking commercials)</i>. This isn’t just an hour and ten minutes of comedy, it’s an hour and ten minutes of <i>great</i> comedy.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">There’s something on this album for everyone. If you’re interested in heady topics like the financial crisis, Metzger has a perfectly sensible Monopoly-themed explanation for you. If you tend more toward reality television, then allow Metzger to explain “Toddlers &amp; Tiaras” to Canadians <i>(Sorry your kids are so ugly)</i>. And when Metzger doesn’t have the answers, well, that’s OK too because thankfully Montel Williams and his life-changing book is here to save the day <i>(And believe it or not, <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/0451225791/?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;condition=used&amp;creative=390957&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;qid=1406602857&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=JHIJYGDIVP7C6X5Y" target="_blank">it really </a></b></i><b><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/0451225791/?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;condition=used&amp;creative=390957&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;qid=1406602857&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=JHIJYGDIVP7C6X5Y" target="_blank">is</a></i></b><i><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/0451225791/?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;condition=used&amp;creative=390957&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;qid=1406602857&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=JHIJYGDIVP7C6X5Y" target="_blank"> available on Amazon for a penny</a></b>. How can you not snatch this up?)</i>.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><span style="text-align: justify;">Metzger, the former Jehovah’s Witness preacher, is one of the funniest comedians working today and when his comedy comes knocking, I highly suggest you come out from hiding behind the couch and open the door.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00LEKYUHE&amp;asins=B00LEKYUHE&amp;linkId=GHE4KWF6D35ZHVYU&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-84739790132632772672014-07-23T09:00:00.000-04:002014-07-23T09:00:04.030-04:00Kris Tinkle's "Maybe I Don't Feel Like Smiling"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00L1S0TOM/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00L1S0TOM&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=ZEQAICKPIAX6PI5X"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00L1S0TOM&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00L1S0TOM" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">On his new album, “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00L1S0TOM/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00L1S0TOM&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=ZEQAICKPIAX6PI5X" target="_blank">Maybe I Don’t Feel Like Smiling</a></b>,” Kris Tinkle has a comedic intensity that is a lot of fun to be around. It’s not an “I’m so angry” intensity, but the sort of a 6-year-old determined to throw a baseball all the way from center field to home plate and continually missing <i>(and getting more and more red-faced with each attempt)</i>. I find it funny when little kids get frustrated and worked up and as a result, Tinkle’s similar youthful frenzy is equally enjoyable.<br /></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Case in point: Tinkle is still holding a grudge against a childhood classmate’s mom who skimped out on the snacks she provided the class. It upset him at the time and as you can hear in his voice, it still gets under his skin. It cracked me up to hear the visceral anger in his voice aimed at this woman <i>("That fat bitch!")</i>, an adult still fuming that she teased them with the promise of snacks from Trader Joe’s and instead offered up Crackerz.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Tinkle holds onto that same Rage Lite as he rants about Pandora <i>(simply enter the artist you want to hear and the music service will gladly never play a song by the artist requested)</i>, asthma nerds who are convinced they will be the heroes of a zombie apocalypse, and his friends who told him he looks like all the characters from Game of Thrones combined into one face <i>(why couldn’t they just be polite and talk about him behind his back?)</i>.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">The key to Tinkle being as funny as he is <i>(which, it should be noted, is <b>very</b>)</i> is his gleeful existence in a suspended state of arrested development. He freely admits he would be a better boyfriend if he lived in The Old West and although he was never in the Armed Forces, he found a way to serve in Iraq thanks to the contents of the cleverly labeled “Taxes” folder on his laptop.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">One of my favorite bits of the album includes Tinkle’s admission that he’s not a fighter <i>(a fact he verifies with the tale of the time he was out-wrestled by a one-legged guy)</i>. A fan of boxing and MMA, he admits he wouldn’t fare well in the ring. On the other hand, he holds fast to the theory that he could seriously - and I mean <i>seriously</i> - throw down for 30 seconds. Of course, his theory is inevitably misunderstood by the girl he was dating at the time which leads to a huge laugh <i>(and great closer)</i>.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><span style="text-align: justify;">This is a highly enjoyable album that you’ll want to revisit multiple times. Tinkle is a lot of fun to be around and there are more highlights on this CD than I can give just due in this review - which is definitely not a complaint. Too much of a good thing is always a good thing and Tinkle generously packs each track with some big laughs. When he is about to go full-rage on a guy in the audience making free use of the comedy club’s electrical outlets, Tinkle is intercepted by a moment that surprises even himself - even though he asked for it in the opening track. Circle of life, man. And laughter.</span><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00L1S0TOM&amp;asins=B00L1S0TOM&amp;linkId=JRDF4TEVHNIIZ4RB&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-84715571927602440222014-07-22T09:00:00.000-04:002014-07-22T09:00:08.359-04:00Tim Slagle’s “The Best of Slagle Vol. 1”<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LAOXOYE/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LAOXOYE&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=H3FFS6IXY3JZNLKH"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00LAOXOYE&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00LAOXOYE" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="p1"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Stand-up comedians are sort of like your email inbox. Some of them <i>(Louis C.K.)</i> are like emails you get from a good friend you’ve stayed in touch with; always nice to hear from them and they always leave a smile on your face. Some<i> (Bill Cosby)</i> you don’t hear from very often but you start to laugh almost as soon as you see who it’s from. Some <i>(Brian Regan)</i> are like your old college buddy you haven’t heard from in a while but when you do….oh man, you almost forgot how nice it was to hang out with him. Some <i>(Doug Stanhope)</i> are like the Evites you get from the guy whom you’re not sure about, things could go seriously south, but at the same time you know they’re gonna go somewhere and you sort of wanna be there to witness it.</span></div></div><div class="p2"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div></div><div class="p1"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">And some are like the emails you get from that weird relative who <i>somehow</i> got your email address - you certainly didn’t give it to him - and now he bombards you with conspiratorial <b><span style="font-size: large;">IMPORTANT MESSAGES</span></b> that are plastered with pixelated GIFs of eagles flapping their wings and the American flag jerkily waving in non-existent wind. Unfortunately, Tim Slagle’s “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LAOXOYE/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00LAOXOYE&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=H3FFS6IXY3JZNLKH" target="_blank">The Best of Slagle Vol. 1</a></b>” is in this category.</span></div></div><div class="p2"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div></div><div class="p1"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">This is an odd collection for a “Best of” compilation mostly because…there aren’t a lot of laughs. I wasn’t familiar with Slagle going into it and the opening track didn’t leave a very strong first impression. His delivery style hearkens back to the 80s <i>(not necessarily in a good way)</i> and until he referenced September 11, I actually thought that’s when this track was recorded. The crowd’s reaction is lackluster at best and didn’t seem the right choice with which to open the album.</span></div></div><div class="p2"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div></div><div class="p1"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Slagle likes politics <i>(not really my strong suit)</i> and he likes to scream <i>(a style I’ve rarely embraced)</i>, so when he screams about politics it becomes a bit off-putting. He raves at the audience as if <i>they’re </i>the ones committing the atrocities he’s so worked up about and it didn’t connect with me. I like to listen to comedy to laugh, not to feel like I’m being yelled at for 40 minutes.</span></div></div><div class="p2"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div></div><div class="p1"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">It’s not that I have anything against political humor per se. I love “The Daily Show,” “The Colbert Report,” and “Last Week Tonight with John Oliver.” As far as comics go, I find Dennis Miller funny and I’m especially fond of Lewis Black <i>(who, coincidentally enough, also tends to be a political screamer)</i>. What these guys all have in common, though, is a sense of humor. There are jokes in their material because…well….they’re comedians. Slagle uses his platform not so much to be funny but…to use as a platform.</span></div></div><div class="p2"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div></div><div class="p1"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">At one point, Slagle insists that he’s not being hateful as he yells about the fact he’s not allowed to make fun of black people <i>(Seriously? This upsets you that much?)</i>. Instead, he’s “exercising his right to free speech.”&nbsp;</span></div></div><div class="p2"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div></div><div class="p1"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">And he is.&nbsp;</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="p1"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">I just wish he was making the speech funny.</span></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00LAOXOYE&amp;asins=B00LAOXOYE&amp;linkId=VNJK262KRMU4VCRW&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-70843646611239839062014-07-21T09:00:00.000-04:002014-07-21T09:00:08.528-04:00Shane Mauss's "Mating Season"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00KUBG0NU/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00KUBG0NU&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=OCV2JNIDJA6JJH5H"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00KUBG0NU&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00KUBG0NU" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">If I were to merely state that the new CD from Shane Mauss, “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00KUBG0NU/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00KUBG0NU&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=OCV2JNIDJA6JJH5H" target="_blank">Mating Season</a></b>,” is a fun look at evolution and how females steer life through existence, that wouldn’t be doing the project justice <i>(as accurate as it may be)</i>. Although my description sounds like it might be a yawn-inducing study of science and anthropology, this album is anything but. Mauss has put together a tight set with a lot of big laughs as he, yes, puts humanity <i>(and other life forms) </i>under the microscope, trying to figure out just why we do what we do - and often disputing the claims of others along the way.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">The basic theory Mauss adheres to is pretty simple <i>(Evolution is driven by female choice and the role of the male is to wear fancy stuff for them)</i> but as he excavates and digs deeper, he’s able to find a lot of great material hiding in the recesses. Men mistakenly think that having a Man Cave is a display of our status as Head of the Household but when you realize that it’s usually cordoned off to a basement, attic, or detached garage you begin to realize just how disillusioned we are.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">As much as you may not agree or want to hear it, Mauss has pretty compelling evidence to support his Women-Are-Driving-This-Car hypothesis. He marvels at their ability to still run errands during pregnancy when, for him, a burrito is all it takes to be sidelined. The movie <i>Braveheart</i> isn’t actually about what you think it’s about <i>(Sorry, Freedooooom lovers) </i>and all it takes is a cute set of short shorts to amp the intensity in a casual pick-up game of basketball.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Although most of Mauss’s set is based on science, he spends the last couple of tracks on the album on the other side of the coin with a visit to The Garden of Eden and the first moments of Adam and Eve. You have to admit he’s onto something when he wonders what it would have been like for Adam to just…suddenly….be.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">As much fun as “Mating Season” is, the bits I enjoyed the most were the ones where Mauss shifted the focus from general observations to detailing specific moments of his life. I realize I sound like Keenen Ivory-Wayans on this season of “Last Comic Standing” <i>(His repetitious “We wanna hear more about you” critique of every comic that performed has basically become his version of Randy Jackson’s “You sound pitchy, dawg”)</i>, but in this case those were the moments I found the funniest.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Mauss has a strange game/joke/goof he likes to play on his wife that is basically the exact opposite of Jim Carrey’s butt-talking gag from Ace Ventura and “<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00KUBG8VE/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00KUBG8VE&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=Y2G5ISGM5E3MDEOP" target="_blank">Showing Off</a></b>,” the best track on the album in my opinion, takes us step-by-step through an epic flee from the police that ends with the most awkward impulse-use of an apple fritter ever. It’s a great bit and as Mauss recounts each of his so-bad-it-should-be-on-“COPS” attempts to escape the fuzz, the laughs get bigger and bigger.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><span style="text-align: justify;">“<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00KUBG0NU/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00KUBG0NU&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=OCV2JNIDJA6JJH5H" target="_blank">Mating Season</a></b>” has arrived. I highly suggest you equip yourself with protection </span><i style="text-align: justify;">(grab your T-shirt cannon)</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> and enjoy it while it’s here.</span><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00KUBG0NU&amp;asins=B00KUBG0NU&amp;linkId=QXUITHC6YM6AQGRB&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-73729079170861523742014-07-18T09:00:00.000-04:002014-07-18T09:17:47.400-04:00Dylan Brody's "More Arts Less Martial"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://shop.rooftopcomedy.com/album/more-arts-less-martial" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfOk7tiP_6s/U8breROAB2I/AAAAAAAAfh0/0J6-MGt_4zQ/s1600/DB+More+Arts+Less+Martial.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Dylan Brody is back and, if you’re familiar with this site and my past reviews of his work, it should come as no surprise that I’m very excited about his return. This time around is special, as “<b><a href="http://shop.rooftopcomedy.com/album/more-arts-less-martial" target="_blank">More Arts Less Martial</a></b>” comes as a video release. I’d seen clips of Brody on YouTube before but it’s especially nice to be able to kick back for an hour and watch him do his thing.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">The self-proclaimed Purveyor of Fine Words and Phrases is exactly the Master Storyteller you would expect one with such a moniker to be. His words paint a beautiful picture and watching the prose flow out of him so easily makes me realize how much of a neanderthal I am when it comes to the spoken word <i>(I can’t finish a sentence without peppering it with four “ums,” two “awesomes,” a “yeah yeah yeah” and the obligatory “I know, right?”)</i>. What is even more impressive is that Brody does it all without the net of a cheat sheet.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Because Brody’s speech is so eloquent, when listening to his past projects I always assumed he was reading his own pre-written material from a journal or notebook. Not here. It doesn’t sound memorized or recited but instead has the natural conversational tone I was familiar with. It made me come to grips with the fact that yep, this guy’s just really, really good.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">This project is a “greatest hits” of sorts, many of the stories having appeared on past releases. That doesn’t take away from the enjoyment of them, though, because leaping from an audio-only interaction to video is understandably a completely different experience. It’s not unlike all of the Bill Cosby albums and cassettes I listened to as a kid. As much as I enjoyed them, I’ll never forget the first time I saw video footage of the bits I had come to know and love. Likewise, Brody’s tales are brought to new life with facial expressions, casual glances, and yes, the constant presence of his scarf <i>(something I’ve always wanted to pull off, but know I can’t)</i>.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Brody cherry picks some of my favorite pieces from his impressive repertoire and, although they’ve never appeared together before in one project, he wildly succeeds. If you were to watch this video without any prior knowledge, you’d never guess these particular vignettes weren’t specifically designed to go together. It helps that Brody is able to weave a couple of themes throughout his show, an old joke about a doctor’s office and helpful words from his professorial father dropped in at just the right places.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><span style="text-align: justify;">“</span><b style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://shop.rooftopcomedy.com/album/more-arts-less-martial" target="_blank">More Arts Less Martial</a></b><span style="text-align: justify;">” takes a number of smaller bits that by themselves hit home and sews them together to make one larger, more grand piece of art. Although it’s similar to how a quilt is made, calling this project a quilt seems a little demeaning </span><i style="text-align: justify;">(with apologies to any quilt-makers who may be reading this)</i><span style="text-align: justify;">. With the addition of “that thing he does” in his Tae Kwon Do class as a closer, this is no quilt. What Brody has created is a beautiful tapestry.</span>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-18593505031337137722014-07-17T09:00:00.000-04:002014-11-23T06:12:42.782-05:00Tommy Johnagin's "Stand Up Comedy 3"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00MXBJUYG/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00MXBJUYG&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=zumbasarah-20&amp;linkId=BFEKYBQS37KVFLLM"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00MXBJUYG&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=zumbasarah-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=zumbasarah-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00MXBJUYG" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">The last time I reviewed a Tommy Johnagin project, I struggled. Oh, I didn’t have a problem coming up with things to rave about. Quite the opposite. There were <i>so many</i> good things on <b>“<a href="http://www.comedy-reviews.com/2011/06/tommy-johnagin-up-comedy-2.html" target="_blank">Stand Up Comedy 2</a>”</b> I didn’t know what to write about and what to leave on the cutting room floor <i>(as if there are actually words and paragraphs strewn about my apartment that I just couldn’t get to)</i>. It was too much of a good thing, but trust me I wasn’t complaining.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">With the arrival of his next CD, naturally titled <b>“<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00L9M5FM6/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00L9M5FM6&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=UALWONYBCRVSWH3R" target="_blank">Stand Up Comedy 3</a>,”</b> I am pleased to say I find myself facing the exact same quandary. This album is so good, so funny, I honestly don’t know where to start. I usually try to keep my reviews to around 500 words. My notes alone on this one clock in at 350 so yeah, there’s a lot of good stuff here.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Johnagin begins with a track where he recounts the time he was on the phone with his mother, trying <i>(unsuccessfully)</i> to walk her through iTunes. As someone who has been in the exact same situation, I couldn’t help but laugh as he vented his frustration, proclaiming he’s not smart enough to be dumb enough to figure out how in the world she managed to open a song in Microsoft Works. This track alone is funnier than many entire comedy albums and if Johnagin had made this six-and-a-half minute track the only one on the project <i>(or, as he brags, the “compact disc”)</i>, it would still be worth the price of a full-length CD.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Fortunately for us there are 11 more that follow and each one is just as funny. Johnagin is one of those comedians whose stories are so incredible you can’t help but wonder exactly how much of them are true and how much have been embellished for the stage. Did his girlfriend <i>really</i> catch him kissing another guy at a Gay Holiday Party? Did he really get into that argument with his girlfriend’s friend? And did he really hire a handyman to hang a picture?&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">At the end of the day, though, who cares how much is real and how much isn’t? What really matters is whether or not his tales made me laugh and trust me, they did.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">A lot of the material here involves his girlfriend. She’s older than him and that’s something he’s comfortable with <i>(except for the fact he constantly worries she’ll pass away)</i>. Johnagin feels weird referring to her as his girlfriend because they have a new baby together <i>(“together” being used very loosely)</i>. He isn’t against the idea of marrying her but he’s also not in love with the thought of marrying a chick who has a baby.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">I’m going to go ahead and assume that Johnagin’s girlfriend has no idea that he’s a comedian - or maybe she just has the best sense of humor in the world - because the stories he tells about her <i>(like the time they tried to have sex while she was 8-1/2 months pregnant and he </i><b><i>seriously</i></b><i> underestimated how much she weighed)</i> are so hilariously wrong, he must be the king of homemade “I owe you a massage for that joke” coupons.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Johnagin is witty and smart and you will love every minute you spend with him. Smoking may be allowed on the patio <i>(There’s no way of knowing what I am actually referring to when I say that but you’ll be hard-pressed to find a more clever metaphor for it)</i> and he may or may not have been a little inebriated on the greatest night of his life, but at the end of the day this is a good guy. He can get hotter dudes than his girlfriend, he loves his baby way more than he loves yours, and he’s glad his baby isn’t ugly.&nbsp;</div><span class="s1"></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Oh yeah. And he’s hilarious. I’m already looking forward to Part 4.</span></div><br /><br /><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=zumbasarah-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00MXBJUYG&amp;asins=B00MXBJUYG&amp;linkId=AJAHNSP27JZC3PS2&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><br /></iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671919235272935300.post-18138143768282005882014-07-16T09:00:00.000-04:002014-07-16T09:09:00.258-04:00Alvin Williams's "I Hope You're Happy"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00L1YF6NA/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00L1YF6NA&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=USDAWIDQH7UHHNI3"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;ASIN=B00L1YF6NA&amp;Format=_SL250_&amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;WS=1&amp;tag=comerevi-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=comerevi-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00L1YF6NA" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><br /><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">“<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00L1YF6NA/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00L1YF6NA&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=comerevi-20&amp;linkId=TAIHGT4FEHKJF6YN" target="_blank">I Hope You’re Happy</a></b>” isn’t just the title of the debut CD from Alvin Williams, but also his sincere desire for you. Yes, he is aware that it’s nearly impossible to utter that statement and retain any sense of earnestness, but in order to prove his motives are pure he has come up with a very intricate plan in which to bring everyone a little more joy. And that’s just the last track of the album. Up until that point Williams ensures our Happiness Level by being a very funny comedian.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">This project is a nice introduction to Williams, a genuinely likable comic with a real knack for impersonating Denzel Washington <i>(something that comes in handy when you’re trying to talk someone down from a bath salts high)</i>. Bear in mind that just because Williams is friendly and easy to relate to, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have some strong opinions to which he holds steadfast. When it comes to the use of “the N-word” he proclaims Paula Deen and “Duck Dynasty’s” Phil Robertson the victims <i>(and has some pretty compelling theories to support his hypotheses)</i> and women…. well…. you can stop pretending. We all know you’re crazy.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Just as quickly as you can picture every female in the room giving him the stink-eye, Williams counters, explaining himself. Don’t worry, ladies. We <i>love</i> your crazy. At least…we love the routine crazy. It’s that surprise crazy that has us guys watching you from our peripheral.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">When it comes to kids who are in genuine need of a beating, wondering if the Mickey Mouse Club will ever own up to the horrible child celebrities they’ve unleashed into the pop culture ether, or simply observing that the 88% Grade-A beef Taco Bell boasts about is only an A when graded on a curve, Williams shines as he ponders the mysteries we’ve all wondered about. He just does it much funnier than the rest of us.</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Like many of the best comics, Williams’s humor strikes home because what he’s speaking here is truth. We can all relate to the fact that phone calls with our mothers are actually comprised of two separate conversations and really - let’s be totally honest - there is no such thing as cyber-bullying <i>(unless you’ve figured out a way to make someone give you their lunch money via PayPal)</i>.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1">Williams especially shines when he contrasts the girls’ night out with the guys’. He’s not saying one is better than the other, he’s just bringing to light the difference in motivation and it’s a refreshing new <i>(yet truthful) </i>way to look at the night life. Women are there to make sure other women don’t make decisions that will screw up their life. Dudes are there to make sure other dudes <i>do.</i></span></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><span style="text-align: justify;">At the end of the day, Williams has succeeded in his mission. He made me laugh. He made me chuckle. And yes, he made me happy. And I’m being totally sincere when I say that.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=comerevi-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B00L1YF6NA&amp;asins=B00L1YF6NA&amp;linkId=YAMOFVVX3RNPOQVY&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"><<span class="goog-spellcheck-word" id=":12.5" tabindex="-1" role="menuitem" aria-haspopup="true" style="background: yellow;">br</span> /> </iframe></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13476027964892416959noreply@blogger.com0