Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: central park, cheap, city moments, friends, laughing hysterically, stephen lynch, summer
I’m in the midst of writing a somewhat enlightening post that might change at least half a life. In the meantime, I’ll review the show I went to on Friday night.
A few weeks back, Tori, Heather and myself were contemplating what randomly awesome free shows we can hit up during the three months we have off. One included a Central Park Summerstage show that included Mike Birbiglia, Stephen Lynch, and Julian….McSomething. Really, the main attraction would be Stephen Lynch, since he is a comic sex god who just so happened to be in the stage version of The Wedding Singer (I guiltily saw it three times…don’t judge). We had to hit it up, although I’m not so sure where Heather ended up.
Julian opened up. I really don’t remember his set, but he was funnier than Birbigs. Birbiglia performed at Fordham a couple of months back, and I found him pretty decent. This time…not so much. I’m honestly not too fond of segments that involve tumors in one’s bladder and peeing out blood, then somehow connecting that to surviving a bear ‘attack’. I chose to tune out after a while. I was hoping he would get into another bear attack in the near future.
After suffering from one and a half disappointing sets, Sex God Lynch finally came out, acoustic guitar and all. The man….brilliant. He sang a few of his greatest hits, “Special Ed”, “Craig”, “Vanilla Ice Cream”. He introduced a few future classics. While I don’t know exact titles, one was about a flamboyant Satan, another about the Big Fat Friend being a Big Fat Cock-Block, and one calling out the annoying fat slob sitting in front of our group by saying that he should instigate in some self-loving. A little gay, but still got me to laugh.
Favorite moment had to be when he Rick-Rolled the crowd of 5,000. Getting Rick-Rolled never gets old, especially when it’s done by somebody who doesn’t look like Rick Astley.
And then came the Dirty Sanchez song, which left a sour taste in my mouth. Lynch was singing with a friend, and he looked so familiar. It was only seven minutes ago that I realized that it was David Josephberg of “Altar Boys” and “Slut” fame. He should have sang the Herpes song instead.
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