If you didn’t know already, I really love Tig Notaro. She did an incredible set last night in the city, and I got to see the show! The theater was full of queer women, but the audience was diverse beyond that.
Her opener was Aparna Nancherla, who is a depressive with a hilariously self-depricating take on it. She said things like: “Don’t you hate… that’s all I have for that one.” She joked about suicide, and days where nothing happens, and awkward times with her therapist, and ways to game the system so she can get “all the pills” prescribed. The child-like intonation in her speech contrasted beautifully with her dark humor. Oh yeah, she also pulled a bunch of receipts out of her pocket. It was funny, I swear; I guess you had to be there.
Notaro’s set was a lot lighter in contrast. She did a few of her classics, like the “reminiscing about one second ago” laugh, but she had a lot of new stuff that was amazing, like getting “gay buried”. And I’m super impressed when a comedian interacts with the audience so seamlessly. And when they spur of the moment take their shirt off revealing their scars from a recent battle with cancer. And when they get several hundred people to sing “yellow submarine” with them. Again, you had to be there.
Some classics, from the both of them: