Myq Kaplan (pronounced “Mike”) gets laughs the way your quirky math teacher did, turning what some might consider boring laws of the natural world into innuendo and snarky word play. He’ll make jokes about rhombuses and the difference between sets and subsets while making a point about dating or sex or other racier subjects. All with the charm and delivery of a sinister school boy turned Meghan’s Law regular (Bay Area comedy fans might draw comparisons to fellow creep-comic Brent Weinbach). Trust that it works, and regularly kills.
Few SNL veterans have had to deal with the pigeonholing and character-branding Jim Breuer has had to eschew for the last decade. To most, he’s either the perma-bed-headed stoner from Half Baked or the bizarrely polymorphic Goat Boy from SNL, or both. Each was an iconic character, and at least partly responsible for the cult following the comic has enjoyed over the years. But those creations were also from a lifetime ago. “I’m a different person now,” Breuer said in a recent interview.
So how does one shake a reputation of such scale? Simple: old-school metal rock. Of the arena-filling, lazer-lit, "You Shook Me All Night Long" variety. I’m serious.
Forget London. Northern California was where real punk rock emerged. Well, at least for Joe Sib, frontman of L.A.-based punk band Wax and co-owner of the indie label Side One Dummy Records (think Flogging Molly and Gogol Bordello). In his live, one-man show "California Calling" at the Punchline Apr. 6, Sib recalls—with reckless and enthusiastic nostalgia—growing up punk in NorCal. One part stand-up comedy, the other a look back at adolescent antics (house parties, Bad Religion concerts and skate parks), this show is a reminder that some stories get better with age.
Apr. 6 at Punchline, 444 Battery St., 415-397-7573, punchlinecomedyclub.com
David Cross is both beloved and despised. His career has had brilliant moments, like Arrested Development and Mr. Show, and not-so-brilliant ones, like Alvin and the Chipmunks and the bizarre blog tiff with Patton Oswalt spawned by Chipmunks. But one thing is certain: he is one hell of a stand-up comedian. He can make anything funny—from the absurdity of rollerblading in post-9/11 NYC and artistic censorship to "squagels" and Jewish identity—as long as critical, sardonic humor is your thing. But that's what comedians are really for, aren't they?
A very merry Upper West Side Jewish Christmas usually meant dinner at the Hunan Balcony and a not too long line at the new Woody Allen movie.
Here in San Francisco, the city pretty near closes down on December 25 as families cocoon around a dead tree and the Jews often find themselves left out in the cold.
For those who eschew all things Christmas in favor of Hebrew delights such as egg rolls and wanton soup, “An Evening of Kung Pao Kosher Comedy’’ answers the age-old question: "What are Jews supposed to do on Christmas?" Jewish Comedy on Christmas in a Chinese Restaurant is a swell solution.