Saturday night was pretty Godless. We were invited to a comedy show at the Fake Gallery, on Melrose. The show featured the Godless Heathens of Comedy, with eight funny guys talking about Godless stuff in Godless ways. I think the crowd entered the show equally as Godless as they exited, if that means anything.
Two interesting things about this show. One, the comedy was entirely about religion, fanatics, gay marriage, and other unmentionables, of which I will mention now. The comics ripped apart zealot-ism and fundamentalism pulling from their own experiences from having been raised under some kind of dogma. The performers were also being recorded for some kind of amateur movie about the team of heathens, and we were able to watch an intro to the film on very small TVs.
Each comic had his own strengths (and weaknesses) through the night and most of them left me with a smile and a nod of approval. One comic repeated jokes from another comic's set (which he didn't realize he was doing on account of his "high" level of intelligence). And that may have been the lowest point of the show. But for me, a more-or-less agnostic non-believer, I appreciated most of the performers' wit and cynicism.
Even though the show was purported to be an extremely offensive and in-your-face act, seven of the eight comics were pretty tame and were no more offensive than your average George Carlin, or Bill Hicks, or David Cross (all of whom I adore)... which brings me to the final comic of the night, that good ol' eighth comic, that one who truly seemed to cross the line between acceptable, and offensive. And I applaud him for it (although I may not understand half of his jokes)... He was actually able to make an audience member, one who came to the show aware of its godlessness and anti-religiousity, and who must have had thick enough skin to last the first seven comics, get up, take his girlfriend by the hand, and leave the show in anger and offense.
After the show we went to In'n'Out and discussed British comedy with our new British friend. I took no pictures the entire night.
Ps. the art on the walls of the Fake Gallery was really cool indeed. I enjoyed this as much, or more, than the comedy itself.
