The Daily Show concert blew superchunks
Nov. 17th, 2006 10:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nycmermaidNot much to say about the Daily Show concert other than it was a huge disappointment. I could go into detail, but I hope ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vejgurl will have some witty commentary about the event, because I'm too tired. The bands were disappointing (other than the Mountain Goats, who were interesting in a college-town coffee house sort of way) and the comedians most woefully unfunny. The only exceptions would be John Hodgeman (the "PC guy") and John Oliver, who, in comparison with the dreadful acts by Samantha Bee and Jason Jones, were the only thing that justified the price of admission. I wish I could get a tape of Oliver's routine, actually. I think Nathan would have loved it (it was very mocking of America and our current administration, from the British point of view -- very lefty and the kind of thing Republicans would hate!).
Denise came with me, but after an hour of unfunny, not-ironic-enough music and "comedy," she said she didn't feel well and she left. I feel terrible because she drove all the way down into the city for this show. None of us knew what to expect from it really, but the logic was "Hey it's the Daily Show, it's got to be good!" Well, not so much. Jon Stewart, who even lives in the area, couldn't be troubled to put in a live appearance. What, you host the Oscars and suddenly you can't even wave to the riffraff anymore? I think last night was a good example of why the Daily Show is really as good as its writers and not its correspondents.
I left right after Ed Helms's band's bluegrass/metal rendition of "My Heart Will Go On," which on the comedy scale rated maybe a 5. Actually no, I left after Jon Stewart's taped "contribution" which, after sitting through a nightful of dreck, felt like an insult. I didn't even bother to stay for Superchunk. I had lost all hope at that point that things would get any better or that there would be any worthwhile surprises. As I walked down the street, other people who had left were complaining about how bad the show was (Samantha Bee in particular -- I like her and really expected more). But I'll just have to remember the evening for John Oliver and the Mountain Goats, I guess! And remember that at least the ticket proceeds went to charity.
vejgurl will have some witty commentary about the event, because I'm too tired. The bands were disappointing (other than the Mountain Goats, who were interesting in a college-town coffee house sort of way) and the comedians most woefully unfunny. The only exceptions would be John Hodgeman (the "PC guy") and John Oliver, who, in comparison with the dreadful acts by Samantha Bee and Jason Jones, were the only thing that justified the price of admission. I wish I could get a tape of Oliver's routine, actually. I think Nathan would have loved it (it was very mocking of America and our current administration, from the British point of view -- very lefty and the kind of thing Republicans would hate!).Denise came with me, but after an hour of unfunny, not-ironic-enough music and "comedy," she said she didn't feel well and she left. I feel terrible because she drove all the way down into the city for this show. None of us knew what to expect from it really, but the logic was "Hey it's the Daily Show, it's got to be good!" Well, not so much. Jon Stewart, who even lives in the area, couldn't be troubled to put in a live appearance. What, you host the Oscars and suddenly you can't even wave to the riffraff anymore? I think last night was a good example of why the Daily Show is really as good as its writers and not its correspondents.
I left right after Ed Helms's band's bluegrass/metal rendition of "My Heart Will Go On," which on the comedy scale rated maybe a 5. Actually no, I left after Jon Stewart's taped "contribution" which, after sitting through a nightful of dreck, felt like an insult. I didn't even bother to stay for Superchunk. I had lost all hope at that point that things would get any better or that there would be any worthwhile surprises. As I walked down the street, other people who had left were complaining about how bad the show was (Samantha Bee in particular -- I like her and really expected more). But I'll just have to remember the evening for John Oliver and the Mountain Goats, I guess! And remember that at least the ticket proceeds went to charity.
