Attending last night's Pleaseeasaur/Neil Hamburger show was like being shot at point blank range with some sort of double barreled laugh inducer. Even my own long time enemy, Bernie's, couldn't bring down the event for me. As was mentioned several times throughout the night by myself, Andrew, and Dave, the only thing that could have made this show better would have been if Electric Grandmother opened 'er up. Even without the King of Sitcom-core, it was a rollicking good time.
Pleaseeasaur, presumably some kind of terrible hedonist lizard, took the stage shortly after a (thankfully) brief set by one of the Tom Foolery and the Mistakes guys. Supposedly they were supposed to play a full set, but they forgot their drums and bass. That seemed funny when he said it last night, but upon reflection, it just seems dipshitty. Anyway, Pleaseeasaur has in the past opened for such acts as Wesley Willis (mourn ya till I journ ya), the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players, and Bob Log III, so how strange is it for him to be jerking the curtain for an old, hammy lounge lizard throwback like Neil Hamburger? Not very. Not very at all. He's sort of hard to explain, but I'll give it a go; okay, Pleaseeasaur is just one dude, and he has another dude running a slide projector and handing him props. He also goes behind a curtain at various points to change costumes. He was some sort of Abominable Snowman, and kind of a silver Jawa, as well as a proprietor of a family owned pizza place. "Beef Flavored Island", where he plays a baby strapped to his grandma's back, was probably my favorite song/skit/routine.
The guy on the left is NOT Pleaseeasaur.
-As incredulous as Dave and I were that Neil Hamburger could possibly follow such a wonderful multimedia experience, Andrew was resolute. I really enjoyed the act, but I also noted that if it wasn't a Tony Clifton-esque put on, this would be the saddest human being on the planet. I'm pretty sure it's a guy playing a part though, and he does it quite well, with ripped from the headlines jokes that usually hit, and when they miss, they miss in that "Oh, that was so bad I have to groan" sort of way. In short, Neil Hamburger is either the best terrible comic in the world, or the world's worst brilliant comic. Take your pick. Peace.
In all his awkward glory.