- Win Goodbody
- I saw Baron Vaughn perform three times at Bridgetown. I am fine with this.
How are we doing, guys? This year's Bridgetown Comedy Festival came to an end last night, which means I'm punchy and sleep-deprived and prone to inappropriate, retroactive laughter today. Maybe you fared better. Here's what made it all worth it:
Baron Vaughn: Stay at Bridgetown long enough, and eventually, there'll be one comic you see a whole bunch of times, no matter how carefully you plan out your schedule. It's almost like having an informal festival guide. For Courtney, it was Kyle Kinane. For me, it was Baron Vaughn. This is a lucky thing, because I LOVE ALL of Baron Vaughn's jokes. He's one of those rare comics who can deliver flawless Hari Kondabolu-adjacent sociopolitical comedy, and then make you laugh forever about tricking your friends into having dreams about evil cats.
Neil Hamburger: Neil Hamburger* is a revelation that (I am ashamed to admit) I witnessed for the first time just yesterday, and the first thing I said to Courtney afterwards was that Bob Ham's ode to Mr. Hamburger did not lead us astray! From his greasy combover to his throat troubles to his horrible, dated jokes, Neil Hamburger is like a very unfunny older relative, except he's actually funny, the kind of character comedian who will reduce you to a weeping puddle of laughter that you can't really explain, not even to yourself, because if I reprinted Mr. Hamburger's jokes here, they would not seem all that funny out of context. Why am I even trying to explain? Genius cannot be explained. You'll just have to see him next time he comes to town.
*NOT HIS REAL NAME!
- Roscoe Myrick
- Neil Hamburger, your phlegmatic, off-kilter uncle. If he was funny.
Comedian hugs: Over the past four days, the lot outside Boogie's Burgers has been the site of so many comedian high fives and hugs and a palpable sense of oddball community (the best kind). As an audience member, it's always nice to be on the periphery of nerd joy such as this.
Lizzy Cooperman: Lizzy Cooperman's a witchy lady. In her act, she writhes around the stage like a crazy combination of Sarah Jessica Parker in Hocus Pocus and Norma Desmond. She plays morose tones on a keyboard, and punctuates her set with unhinged laughter. She's all of us, is what I'm saying, and catching her at Sunday's Depresshow at Branx between two other shows was an accidental Bridgetown highlight.
Jessica Williams and Phoebe Robinson: I mean, just look at this selfie they took from the Doug Fir stage at Saturday's Blaria LIVE:
They're doing everything right.
