Maria Bamford

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Last night I went to see Maria Bamford with a couple friends. She performed at Cobb’s Comedy Club in North Beach. Before the show we had dinner at Kennedy’s, an Irish-Indian restaurant. It was mostly Indian.

It was also game 7 of the World Series and many of the San Francisco bars were packed, especially the Irish-ish ones. The Giants beat the Kansas City Royals 3-2 after a couple of high scoring games for both sides.

The show was decent. The two opening acts didn’t do much for me. The first one stuck to her script. She was heavy, so of course she did something about food and her size. I did like her joke that here in California, she’s fat. In the south she looks like she can cook. The other comic took a while to warm up, but did get some laughs out of me toward the end of her set.

Maria Bamford did all new stuff. She’s definitely better on a smaller stage in a club setting. I watched a clip of her on Conan O’Brien and it was awkward.

If I could be any rock star

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If I could be any rock star in any place and time, it would have to be Michael Anthony of Van Halen. He was a member of (at least at one moment in time) the biggest god damn band in the whole wide world, fucking-eh. All he really had to do was show up and count to four.

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I know it might seem like there are more compelling choices, but think about it. I’m not talking about singers, or songwriters, or musical stylists. I’m saying ROCK STAR. That means, chicks, and money, and cars, and…well you get the picture. He got all that, and then some. And yet, unlike the rest of his bandmates – Eddie, Alex, and especially David LEE Roth – he could walk amongst us completely unnoticed, because he looks more like a Van Halen fan than a member of the band. He doesn’t even look like a roadie.

It must have been awesome to be him. He could have a few beers and a smoke in the parking lot of the Houston Astrodome with some buds. Then it’s showtime. I do wonder if he ever had a hard time getting back stage.