Just starting a new thread; I didn’t want to hijack Fred’s… The night after I saw Fred, I had tickets to see Tig Notaro, followed by a show called “The Set List”. Paul Provenza would come out and introduce a series of standups one at a time, and each would be given a series of goofball topics on which they had to ad-lib a standup set.
In line outside the State Theater, waiting in zero degree weather for whatever the 8pm show was to finish so they could let us in, a small group of people walked past us loudly saying something (in jest) about how they were much better than us because they didn’t have to wait outside in the cold. It was Dave Foley and Tim Meadows (both had performed at the festival that year), and a couple of other people. Both comics seemed…less than “fully ebriated.” We all had a good chuckle as they continued on their way. Inside the theater, Provenza started the show, brought out two or three comics, and then came back out and said we had a special guest who would be performing. Out comes Dave. He did a little rambling comedy for a minute, and then they flashed a topic on the screen. Dave tried his best on whatever the topic was, but between the difficulty of ad-libbing standup and his level of sobriety, he just rambled for another minute. Then he turned back to the screen, and the next topic appeared: “Door-to-Door Skinny Dipping”. This alone got a good laugh from the audience, particularly when Dave just stood there for a few long seconds with his back to us staring at the screen. Then the mic just fell out of his hand as he continued to try to process this topic. Another big laugh. He slowly turned back to the audience for another big laugh, and just as it was starting to die down, a female voice at the back of the theater shouted out “Take off your pants!” Big laugh. And Dave just shrugged his shoulders and started unfastening his belt. More big laughs. Down came his pants. The group of women at the back were now whooping and encouraging him to keep going. He picked up the mic and said “You know I’m Canadian; you know I’ll do it.” They kept whooping. So Dave shrugged his shoulders again, down went the shorts, and out came his…Canuck. Huge laughs. He eventually put his pants back on, Provenza came out to pull him off the stage, and the show went on. Afterward, the closing event at the festival was in a performance space in the bookstore next to the theater; all of the comics from the week would gather for a freeform panel discussion that usually ran for a couple of hours. As I’m sitting there, Tim Meadows arrives, and Michael Moore who was moderating explains that Dave was supposed to have arrived with Tim, but he was…unavailable. Turns out he was having a chat with the local police, who were entertaining the notion of running him in on indecency charges. Fortunately, they never did; he eventually showed up for the last portion of the panel, still just as plastered as he’d been on stage. But whenever I see “Kids” or “NewsRadio” or see him pop up in something, that’s all I’ll ever be able to see anymore. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "TVorNotTV" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to tvornottv+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/tvornottv/2769DF3C-3AC9-456E-92DD-EB4DD4845871%40benscripps.com.
