I
dig comics with an agenda, or a point of view, or at least a good hook.
There’s nothin’ worse than listening to some generic shlub up there,
tossing off one tired, unrelated joke after another. I like comics when
they’re “that guy”. That weird guy, or that creepy guy, or that
loud guy, or even that scary guy. Angry Bob is a ‘that guy’ comic. He is
not, however, “that angry guy”. He’s having a little too much fun up there
for that. No, Angry Bob is that fat guy. I’m guessing he’s tipping the
scales at 350 pounds, somewhere around there. He’s a mountain of man, and
there’s just no, ahem, getting around it. And therein lies his humor. It
ain’t easy being him. Girls don’t like him so much. “I can give you
something other guys can’t. Like a punctured lung.” He's got other axes to
grind, of course, from Madonna to the homeless to the joys and horrors of
masturbation, but it’s all delivered with the gravelly voice and the
surprisingly eloquent tongue of a guy that, literally, cannot fit in with
the rest of the chumps. At least not without a little grease and a
shoehorn. And that, it turns out, is pretty fuckin’ funny. This collection
of live clips was culled from various gigs around NYC. In some, the crowd
is with him, in others, they obviously have no idea what the fuck is going
on (hence, the climactic “Do You Get Angry Bob?” riff). Those are the
best, really, when Bob forgoes the jokey-jokey stuff and dives into
unhinged, absurd ranting (“Succumb to the robot people!”). I respect that,
especially from a guy 2 or three times my size. At any rate, I’ve heard a
lot of underground NYC comics lately, and Bob is definitely one of the
funniest. Ask him about the tsunami sometime. _______________________________________________________
I
dig comics with an agenda, or a point of view, or at least a good hook.
There’s nothin’ worse than listening to some generic shlub up there,
tossing off one tired, unrelated joke after another. I like comics when
they’re “that guy”. That weird guy, or that creepy guy, or that
loud guy, or even that scary guy. Angry Bob is a ‘that guy’ comic. He is
not, however, “that angry guy”. He’s having a little too much fun up there
for that. No, Angry Bob is that fat guy. I’m guessing he’s tipping the
scales at 350 pounds, somewhere around there. He’s a mountain of man, and
there’s just no, ahem, getting around it. And therein lies his humor. It
ain’t easy being him. Girls don’t like him so much. “I can give you
something other guys can’t. Like a punctured lung.” He's got other axes to
grind, of course, from Madonna to the homeless to the joys and horrors of
masturbation, but it’s all delivered with the gravelly voice and the
surprisingly eloquent tongue of a guy that, literally, cannot fit in with
the rest of the chumps. At least not without a little grease and a
shoehorn. And that, it turns out, is pretty fuckin’ funny. This collection
of live clips was culled from various gigs around NYC. In some, the crowd
is with him, in others, they obviously have no idea what the fuck is going
on (hence, the climactic “Do You Get Angry Bob?” riff). Those are the
best, really, when Bob forgoes the jokey-jokey stuff and dives into
unhinged, absurd ranting (“Succumb to the robot people!”). I respect that,
especially from a guy 2 or three times my size. At any rate, I’ve heard a
lot of underground NYC comics lately, and Bob is definitely one of the
funniest. Ask him about the tsunami sometime. _______________________________________________________