Dave Attell

Dave Attell visits just one week after co-hosting the AVN Awards in Vegas—recent enough that his porntastic recollections of the event should still percolate with fresh delivery. And a month ago, the well-traveled comic was entertaining the troops in Afghanistan, where he remarked, “No one has sex over here, but everybody smells like they just did.” So expect a bumper crop of new material from someone who’s never needed any help coming up with new material. A comedian’s comedian to the core (who counts Jon Stewart among his biggest fans), Attell has never cottoned to the Hollywood habit of morphing stand-up into sitcoms or movies. The stage is his medium, the microphone his muse, and—as his guttural, groundbreaking old Comedy Central show Insomniac proved—the road is his milieu. And speaking of hanging out with drunk fucks late at night, Attell still often frequents whatever watering holes happen to be near a venue he’s just played. Whisky Bar and Shorty’s, you’ve been warned: Better double down on this week’s Jäger order. ROSE MARTELLI

Sat., Jan. 16, 8 p.m., 2010

 
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