On his 2006 CD, Two Drink Mike, comedian Mike Birbiglia reclaims the C-word. No, not the C-word that will inspire your girlfriend to hurl a coffee mug at your temple. We're talking about oh, let's just let him explain: "I like using the C-word, like, me and my cracker friends were driving down the street in my Volvo station wagon and I said, 'Hey, cracker, pass the Sun Chips.' And he says, 'Not till we get to the picnic, cracker.' And I say, 'Cracka, please.'" Despite the cracka bit, Birbiglia isn't what you might call a race comic (à la Sarah Silverman). His material covers a wide range of topics: gay cats who criticize your wardrobe, accidentally listening to Christian rock on the radio, and grapefruits that are also cameras. Even though Birbiglia's act can get a little blue, for the most part his shtick is goofy and even sweet like when he professes his love of pizza, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and panda porn. Hey, wait panda porn? Cracka, please.
Birbiglia is in town tonight as part of his Comedy Central-sponsored tour promoting his new CD, My Secret Public Journal Live.
Tue., Oct. 30, 8 p.m., 2007