Comedy Redux
This being the third time I’ve seen Jon Stewart’s stand-up routine (first at the Meyerhoff in Baltimore and the second at DAR here in D.C.), I expected to be slightly disappointed in the show only because I didn’t anticipate much new material; however, I think the Washington Post reviewer nailed it when he wrote that the audience was “like music concertgoers hearing the first few bars or beats of a song.” Stewart started off by aptly boiling President’s Bush’s discourse down to its predictable pattern - “I do A and then B; therefore I am a B A’er,” but when he moved into his squawking impersonation of Cheney, the audience erupted simultaneously as if we all congratulated each other for being in on the same joke. Sure, he closed with the same old bit about his wife and their assortment of mismatched projectile vomitting pets, but who cares? It’s Jon Stewart, telling stories at a venue in a town mid-way between Baltimore and D.C.
Of course, if you missed the show, I feel for you - no, seriously, I do. Maybe catching Kathy Griffin at the Kennedy Center on October 4th might make you feel better, but mmmmm, I’m guessing probably not. Myself, I’ll be holed up with some chinese take-out watching the season premiere of Lost. Sorry, Kathy, maybe next time.
For those that aren’t afraid of having their preconceived notions blasted to hell and back, be sure to catch Bob Saget at Lisner Auditorium on November 9th. Actually, before you order a ticket, I strongly urge you to rent last year’s documentary film The Aristocrats which features Saget telling possibly the lewdest version of the nauseating joke in the entire film. Yeah, you heard me - Bob Saget - lewdest joke teller - ever.