Finding a comedian who accessorizes with a couple of highballs these days requires socializing at a venue called a country club. But if you're not ready to crawl out of your Tenderloin comfort zone to achieve this goal, your best and only choice is to take in a Neil Hamburger show. He jokes at you from all angles: emotional, mental, and physical witness his combover, blustering wheeze, and E.T. jokes. For those of you grown weary of the canned joke set-up, his commitment to tired material and poor taste is a special kind of hilarity. He has never been above a Michael Jackson joke in the past; maybe that's changed? Hamburgers usual audience of indie rockers, beer-wracked brohams, and the occasional woman usually makes for raucous laughter and substantial heckling. It's rarely a good time to be overly sensitive, unless you're at a peyote ceremony, so slip into the emotional armor and prepare to journey to the borscht belt.
Randy Leidke and Mike OConnell open.
Fri., Oct. 23, 8 & 10 p.m., 2009